a tour of the world in three chapters.

october 2 is when Phileas Fogg begun the Tour of the World in 80 Days, mine started on a Tuesday and ended on a Wednesday in November.

a series of unrelated events in three chapters. 

a styling and photo shooting for a group of young and promising salsa Venezuelan performers, an intriguing Dutch duo, a film maker and a multi media artist, the epitome of an English gentleman starting his tour of the world. 

where: in Miami, where you assist at life passing by and realize how small and twisted is the image of this thing where we live. not a city, not a conglomerate, not America, not Latin America, not corporate, not real, not a village, not the beach, not the countryside. it is all together with tons of plastic. 

a month of ex-CA-uses

breast cancer awareness and a few other diseases month is the CAUSE of the first benefits, balls and events of the Winter season. it is a good EXCUSE to come out and be social and socially social. involvement in your community’s CAUSES makes us feel active, purposeful, participating, busy, connected.

the “turquoise cascade ” by f.b.c.reations was donated to the Cancer Link luncheon at Jungle Island: an event that alone raised over $145 K for the CAUSE. bravo. a good EXCUSE to come out officially from our hot Summer’s lethargy and mingle with a high concentration of benefactors. inspiring and uplifting experience, besides having made somebody’s neck more fabulous. 

the number pinned on the t-shirt says it all. the Susan Komen “Race for the Cure” it was the best EXCUSE to wake up at the wee hours on a Saturday morning, happily walk a healthy course of 5K with  a Starbucks coffee in hand (and being asked the “excuse me where do you buy that” question while carrying the unmistakable white and green cup). we ran with the Miamifashionblog team lead by the most gracious editor, Lauren Doyle (hence the hip uber fashionable raspberry pink of the tee).

f.b.c.reations donated a one of a kind amazonite + lace & silk shantung necklace to the CAUSE that was raffled among the participants. prizes at the end were a good EXCUSE  to walk through a sleepy downtown and Brickell Avenue. for me the CAUSE was the best EXCUSE to meet a few of my fellow bloggers. besides, squeezing a couple of hours of catch up conversation with my friend Fabiana and sharing the goose bump moment of the finish line especially dedicated to survivors with the crowd cheering, screaming and throwing kisses.

and now regenerated, caused and purposed, I guess we should feel excused also. of anything we want.

a nice Autumn surprise

Autumn is finally approaching even down here where seasons seems to all blend into the longest Summer. 

when I was a child, it was my most detested season. Summer was over and with it our friends would get back to their big city’s life and we were left just with the sites and places of great memories with yellow leaves on the ground. melancholic. 

it is true: life and years change your perspectives and corroborate your personality. 

I adore Fall now. it is a season to re think, re purpose, re assess. so here I am with another view of my life. I threw all my chances up in the air. and I am anxiously waiting for them to all fall down … ring around the roses. 

live in the now. 

the more you try to control your life, the more you loose focus on where your path is leading you to, they tell me. so: I made my wishes, blew it like a child a dandelion and let the Universe handle the details.

in other words: let it be.

exhilarating the wait, like a child on Christmas morning: how many of the gifts from my list will be under the tree? I know I deserve them. I was a good girl. 

my life is an Impressionist's painting

I always had an attraction for the Impressionism and painting en plein aire. Nature doesn’t  strike a pose.

Like in a poem, verse by verse, the artist’s vision is created with minimal brush strokes patiently assembled with unparalleled technique. I was a child and amazed by the magic sensation of seeing the picture only from far away. An impression. 

Life can be the result of these minuscule paint brushes, one by one. Sometimes it goes fast, sometimes it gets stuck. Time goes by. You have the impression that your life will take a certain direction, however, from a distance. 

Like Monet, you keep going to your magic garden: pond, lotus flowers, sunset, sundown, dawn, dewdrops, rain, sunshine. But sometimes it really seems stuck, in rewind mode. You start the morning with the good intentions of keep it going, and by the end of the day you wish you had slept all day: no paint brush got you closer to the impression. Tomorrow is another day.

Then alas a setback: people trying to convince you to take a different direction. You may want to believe they are doing it for your own good, and you come to the conclusion you ought to stick to your own intuition. Your impression. And the painting is dangling on the easel.

Just the last week of my life has been the catharsis of my own entire oeuvre. 

Consistency, perseverance, difficulties, adversities, belief, determination, self esteem started brushing the impression lively. Patience, observation, compassion, intuition, enthusiasm tweaked the shades. 

I am seeing the picture: it is close to that original impression I had and could not figure out to materialize. Amazing is how I thought I was never going to get it. As a fact I must say that I proudly made it happen.

the "independent fashion blogger" status

we have been officially welcomed to the “independent fashion blogger” society. it sounds fab, Haute, champagne & caviar-like …

we’ll let you know how it feels, now we are enjoying the crown and gracefully accept the crown.

f.b.c.reations

miami blues

miami colors were there for me to get inspiration. nature, brightness, sparkling, intensity, heat, depth and why not love. when you are in love everything is happy and beautiful, your mind drives on a hedonistic stream. intuition and perception pushed me further and for the first time I have added some bling bling (I live in miami overall).

turquoise for the waters, smoky quartz for the waves, peridot for the bushes, suede for the sand and the stones, rhinestones for all that jazz that is always shining and sparkling in Miami.

colors

some thoughts on how lately my life all relates to colors. 

the blues of the sky, the contrasts with the green of the bushes and the sparkles of the sun on the waves of the ocean. that is where the inspirations of the new “miami blues” collection came. all those colors translated into tourmaline, citrine, turquoise, jade, smoky quartz and lots of cubic zirconia. 

my new hair stylist is experimenting in my hair color. reddish? that I am redheaded is not a secret. but how do I describe my red? it has definitely nothing to do with fire or auburn (that somewhere’s housewife no-no-no). but then what is that red of a natural red hair and freckles gal? mine is a little bit of carrot, a little bit of Venus of Botticelli, in between dark and light copper, maybe strawberry or ginger, to the lightest extreme. 

I wander if I am in an aesthetic phase, where eyes and vision have priority in provoking my other senses in discerning, choosing and being happy or getting upset. I will check it our next time I am at a restaurant if my selection is dictated by the color that maybe fits my outfit. which is still blue (can’t have blue hair, alas).

grey is the new black. it is not a nonsense. I’m confident it’s that chic color that always falls elegant, sexy, easy from day to night. but what grey. it is not charcoal, maybe elephant, or blurred smoky, or heather melange grey, it could be a little bit of sand (the wet one) or stone-ish. and: it goes deadly fabulously with platinum and diamonds. 

P.S. I think Pantone should create a blue named Avatar, although the blue of the movie is a state of mind.

free falling

  notes at the end of a journey.

  expectations and giving. 

friendship, dating, marriage exist because of a two-way circuitry. feelings, sensations, butterflies in the stomach, happiness, laughter, complicity, long nights spent trying to change the world, empathy, compassion, support: all of this is flow of energy. the relativity principle makes the universe work. give and take, receiving in giving is the reality. the majority of people thinks this is pure dream, belief and illusion cause they assume that a relationship is based on expectations.

devilish, dominant ego is what makes people go into a relationship with expectations, with a definition of what it is due to be.

"you have expectations that I do not want to meet", "your expectations are different than mine", "women go out once and want to get married"

it is nonsense. 

maturity, originality, open minded predisposition, lessons from the past, evolution should lead us to realize that the moment you frame a relationship it will never work. it becomes a burden, a bore, an imposition, routine. a mother can be a cool friend, a wife can be your accomplice, a friend can be your teacher or viceversa. you just have to see it and let it happen. 

it is so far deep as a concept that maybe it is easier to just not go for it.

Si por apostar todo al amor verdadero perdiste amor y vida. No llores niña mía, pues más perdió aquel que no supo ver tu amor verdadero.

these verses in Spanish mean: if for posting everything on true love you lost love and life, don’t cry, since the one who couldn’t recognize your true love lost more.

somebody told me: you cannot lose Love, because loving is giving and it’s within you. you can lose with wanting, requesting, expecting, pretending because it depends on the other person and on expectations.