Let there be laughter!

The other day, Regina and I had to go to a fitting. This one company is looking for girls and boys with different sizes who are interested in being a fitting model for them. We went straight from school to the fitting by bike.

We man up, and enter the building with a Word-document poster on it " BodyOffice fitting on floor 1". Sketchy. As we walk up and follow the amateur posters, we find the office and ring the bell. A lady with a kind face and little alternative lip ring opens up the door and welcomes us. We see a huge (empty) office and some technical drawings, swatches, designs etc. Soon after being seated with a glass of water, another lady comes. I end my awkward phone call (you know the call you make, which you never really have time for, but when it's an awkward moment it is the perfect time!). She explains us about the payment, what the company is about, and what we can expect from it. The brand does fittings from anything like Tommy Hilfiger to McGregory, so they seem pretty legit. Plus, the girl that was about to measure every inch of our body goes to the same school as we do. She took every possible measurement (like elbow width) and wrote it down on an individual profile sheet, and will call us back within a week. Excitement!

After that Regi and I decided to go to the Green House, right around the corner. We wanted to get our shits-n-giggles on after a day of work. The Green House is the real deal. Anyone from Cypress Hill, to Eminem, to Borat, Britney Spears, Alicia Keys, 50 cent, Mike Tyson, Nelly, and many many more have been there. We decided to go all out and ask for whatever makes the face muscles work. And oh-my, did they work.

A few inhales and exhales later, we were long gone. In a world of happiness, love and non-violence there was only laughter...and soon we were introduced to thirst. Coke and chocolate milk from the heavens above were obeyed like no other. Whispers and thoughts that we were the only one's in this place that found laughter and happiness so close to us drove us mad! The decor brought to life, butterflies covered our eyes. 15 year old boys walking in, straight from school with their bags and having to show their ID, and leaving empty handed was the most hilarious situation on earth! Minutes seemed like hours and then all the sudden, Regi raises her whisper voice, breaks the silence and says " Claudia, there is light out there, let's go." We have totally forgotten about the light, all we saw was shimmer and shadows. We geared up, because we heard and saw it raining like crazy. We step foot outside, and felt judged. Everybody is looking at us- But why?!

We find our bikes, and take off our rain-gear, as it ends up to be totally dry outside, and we cycle home... But then hunger stops us, and leads us to New York Pizza. We sit and watch lame Married With Children and enjoy our pizza to the fullest. We gear up again, for no reason and start biking once again. We make our last stop at Febo. Febo, for you non-Dutchies, is a fast food place where you put a coin in the wall, and a little window opens with a yummy fried treat. We scramble all our money together, and sit down on the bench outside and indulge.

We reach home and soon enter the snooze and let there be night and day...

Regi and I are team-spontaneous. So watch out, this is to be continued. O.

" Come quickly, I am tasting the stars!"

A beautiful carousel ride, Dom Pérignon vintage champagne or a golden throne on your head. They all have royal attributes, and can make one feel on top of the world. What is it with people wanting to feel like royalty? Do we have a wrong image of what the good life is supposed to look like nowadays?

When I was little, I always wanted to dress up as a (Disney) princess and have loads of bling jewelery, wear fluffy high heels and have a long dress. Now being an adult, little has changed. I still want jewelery, I still want high heels and I still want beautiful garments. The only thing that has now changed, and this is for most grown-up princesses between us, is that we now want the fantasy to become true, and have the real deal, no plastic accessories and kitschy pink dresses.

For now, as a student, to get the royal feeling, I will settle for a cute headband, cheap wine and a bike ride... Oh well. Dreaming big is the key.

" Thanks for comin out God bless you, good night..."

Tupac Amuru Shakur. One of the best rappers ever, didn't only rap like an emperor but he also wrote some amazing poetry. His poetry you need to see; the handwriting, the clever symbols, the word play... An inspiration to many.

Suite dreams

These are all pictures of the Maison Moschino hotel in Milan, Italy. The hotel recently opened in February and has been quiet the hot-topic! The hotel used to be rail-way station, got renovated, and now turned into a sleeping beauty!

There is a whole fairy-tale theme going on throughout all these different rooms in the hotel- Red Little Riding Hood, Ball room, Bed of Roses, etc. These rooms really bring out your imagination and your childhood characteristic. I am totally in love with the whole serene look yet edgy. The hotel is chic... but not so cheap.

Shoe fetish

Christian Louboutin always amazes me with the amount of grace the shoes embody. The red-lacquered soles who have been the signature of the shoe brand have unfortunately been the victim of imitation more and more nowadays...Shame. Yet, I still believe that you can tell when someone is wearing a real Louboutin or not- it's obvious! You can even tell by the swagger of a lady who walks with the real deal. The shoe that has been made to make jaws drop, impress, ruin your bank account as well as your feet... Well, well, well Mr. Louboutin's quote states""> I would hate for someone to look at my shoe and say, 'Oh my God! That looks so comfortable!' That's not what I want to project. But I'm not a sadist. I don't believe suffering makes you beautiful. But comfort is not part of my creative process. "

These shoes are all from the spring/summer 2011 collection. If there is any sugar daddy out there who wants to surprise me, I'll be glad to torture my feet for the day with those stunners! If I get high heels, they need to be high...I don't do the awkward 7 cm in between heels...

High heels or no heels. Capish?

The best feeling about this all is when you can go to bed after surviving a whole day on killer heels and be totally satisfied cause you rocked it. Ahh the joys of being a woman!

If the sun sets you free, you will be free indeed.

Yesterday we got out early from school, took our bikes and went to a nearby canal. On the way we stopped by the store to get ice cream and some beers and just enjoy the sun!

While sitting on a wooden dock, in the sun, with great company, and a breathtaking view, we all came to realise how lucky we are to be able to study in such a nice city as Amsterdam.

Boats are passing by with people waving, swans approaching us seemingly interested in our ice cream, bike bells ringing and people singing...and in all that peace, we are still in the middle of the city. Wow! No traffic jams, no skyscrapers blocking the sun, it's unbelievable!

Later on, I went home and went to Cigdem's place to pick her up by bike and go to our friend's place for drinks and just some catching up with people outside of school. It is really refreshing to have people outside of school to talk to, especially when they are no fashion fanatics. Knowing that they haven't seen the latest collections or keep track of fashion magazines is so nice, since there is a world outside of fashion, and sometimes with school work you tend to forget that. I did catch myself trying to analyse the fashion influences of the print on their t-shirts... Fashion never sleeps right?!

We played some card games, music, had some drinks, and soon after falling asleep to a horrendous movie we decided to bike back home together. What a lovely day!

Pictures by Regina.