Today´s outfit is from Max Mara, one of my all time favorite brands. I love their clean cut elegance, the quality of their fabrics and the luxurious feeling of wearing a truly feminine piece of art. As a student i Bucharest I often walked past their shop in Calea Victoriei, but I never dared enter, it was way out of my price range. As a young woman, I´m building a small Max Mara wardrobe, it takes time, but the pieces are exquisite. And such a joy wearing them! This is what I would wear if money were no issue.
Romania
Couple of things I can´t stand
As we say in Romania, you shouldn´t let your guard down on Tuesdays and Saturdays, you never know what they might have in store for you. Today was one of those Tuesdays. I´m lucky I love my job, can´t say the same of all the people I meet through it, though…
I can´t stand folks who think I´m a “cutie” just because I´m a woman and I don´t look my age. And don´t get me wrong. You won´t see me wearing short skirts or a revealing cleavage, I´m pretty strict on my appearance. And I´m good at what I do. I can state that since I know how it is to suck, too. Still, this happens to me all the time. You can read “cutie” in any way you like: silly, lacking skills, to be pushed around, whatever. I end up wasting so much energy on asserting myself like a peacock, I come home exhausted.
In my eyes, you can be feminine as long as you´re not cheap, loud as long as you´re not deranged and still be a professional when it comes down to it. We´re not unidimensional, (and thank God for that!), we can pull it through. I want to be able to do my job in the manner I believe I can do it best, looking the way I do and dressing the way I dress and be taken seriously for what I am. I refuse to walk around as if I had a stick in my behind (the way some of my “colleagues” do) just to get them to acknowledge me!
Bucharest
Following up on my nostalgia and my missing the mother country, I decided I should write about Bucharest and share some hidden treasures with you. I´ve only lived there briefly, from 1999-2000, as a language student at the State University. That didn´t stop me from falling in love with the city, its dusty charm and its veiled grandeur. On the contrary, it might be the very reason I never get enough of Bucharest- I wasn´t given the chance to grow tired of it. Many people I know say that I would feel different if I actually lived there- between late working hours, the ruthless bureaucracy and the everyday struggle many Romanians experience, there wouldn´t be much enthusiasm left. This might very well be the case, but I choose to believe that you have to make time for a relationship, the way you do with your loved ones. Take your time and discover the city, go for a stroll in the newly renovated old town, have a coffee on a lovely terrace in the shade, grab a beer at a beer garden or mingle with the young and the restless by Herastrau Park, the choice is yours. And it´s not only about money, don´t give me that, I don´t buy it! As a student I had no money and still I loved the city. Fill a thermos with cocoa and get out in the open air if the money doesn´t stretch. Go to a gallery, it´s free of charge! Don´t just indulge in your feeling sorry for yourself!
life in a bubble 