As some of you know, I lived in the States when I was a teen and that very fact left a lifelong aversion for anything khaki or even slightly oversized when it comes to pants. Seeing the results of this shoot, however, made me nostalgic. I know a lot has changed since I lived there and my old Abercrombie & Fitch and J Crew days are most certainly over, but when I got hold of these khaki joggers from Garcia Jeans I see they’re perfect for one my favorite Sunday past time things to do. That is, a stroll along the ocean. I’m from Stockholm, a city built on water. The proximity to the sea has always been natural for me, so when living Upstate NY I did miss the ocean a bit, but then again, we were always visiting places all around the States so I got to see everything from the Niagara Falls, the Pacific and Atlantic oceans as well as the Gulf of Mexico when driving to Key West not to mention the Great Lakes and pretty much everything else in between (yup, even the Hoover Dam, so no need to go back to the desert again).
The point of this post is not to list places I’ve been to to, but rather, places I’m going to. Geographically I’m moving back home to the Venice of North (as Stockholmers humbly call their city), but mentally I’m all over the place. I’ve talked a lot about meditation and mindfulness being important cornerstones to keep me sane in everything that is going on around me, but nothing beats going somewhere where I can breathe in serenity.
The ocean is not only my happy place. The ocean is where I recharge my batteries, even physically. That is the only place where I’m truly in touch with myself and nature. Down to earth. One with earth. That is where I get really philosophical. They say that your life flashes before your eyes when you drown (how anyone could possibly ever know that), but my life flashes lovely memories out of the most far fetched corners of my brain, just by standing on the beach. I’m usually not as superficial as to actually say I love what I’m wearing, but this outfit brought back so many wonderful memories from the US and reminded me to stay grateful. I have experienced more things in my relatively short lifespan than most people do in a lifetime. Both good and bad. I still have a lot left to do and explore, but as for life so far: Thank you, God. I’m truly blessed.
What I’m not blessed with however is a history of long lasting loving relationships and as an omen this little kitty appeared out of nowhere to tell me that the prophecy of me dying as a crazy cat lady surrounded by my 12 cats will come true. No, I’m not bitter. I’m just stating facts. Oh, did I mention that it isn’t until my neighbours two years after my death called the police because of a weird smell coming out of my apartment that they found my body. Or then interpreting omens is something I should leave to others and just think this cat was in a cuddly mood.
Making an honest effort to change that prophecy, I can at least try to smell good so I won’t repel people. Time to be nostalgic once again. When I first saw this bottle, my memories flew me back to Monte Carlo when I was about 5 or 6 years old, but all I remember is wearing a white Lacoste cap and all those Italian (mostly) ladies touching my hair, as my hair was not only blonde when I was a kid, but it was white. Being the only white haired kid in a country with brunettes made me a local attraction. Oh well, the ladies have always liked me so that’s a comfort. To make both ladies and gents like me nowadays, I rely on Eau de Lacoste L.12.12 For Men Magnetic. It’s aromatic and spicy and has top notes of artemisia, bamboo and juniper; middle notes are geranium, violet and tea; base notes are amber, vetiver and patchouli. Now if a combo like that doesn’t spice up my love life, I don’t know what will. Bring it on!