I haven’t seen Nicola Formichetti in months so I was rather excited when I popped backstage at the Arsenale di Venezia, the venue for this season’s Diesel fall 2014 show. “I’m nervous,” he said, after showing me one of the clutch bags modeled after a bible. “Don’t be silly, it’s Diesel, it’s denim,” I replied. His debut collection was built upon three Diesel foundations: rock ‘n’ roll leather, denim and military-utility.
I’ve been integrating exercise into my boring and banal daily routine ever since I got back from Europe almost two weeks ago. By exercise, I mean lifting ten pound weights.
I’m usually the unhealthiest person in the world given my penchant for abusing my body to the extreme. Back in the day, I used to stay up all night, chain-smoking my way well into the wee hours of dawn, surviving on barely four hours of sleep per day. But lately, I’ve been sleeping a minimum of seven hours (it helps when you set a personal curfew of 10:30-11PM), I’ve been waking up before the sun is up and of course, I do my best to hit the treadmill three or four times a week. I do 100 situps twice a day. I’m all about healthy options these days. My former agent used to joke how I’m all about a bowl of sausages for breakfast and he was right. Nowadays, gimme a plain egg white omelette with a side of broccoli. And a glass of grapefruit juice.
My obsession with being fit and healthy started when I saw a gray nose hair a few months ago. It was a wake-up call. It signaled “bitch, you’re old”. The following afternoon, I went to Chanel to see what they have in the stores (I’m gonna fess up and say I was curious about their famous espadrilles), lo and behold I saw this major white sneaker. At first I thought, the shoes are gonna be perfect for the airport. Then I realized I can’t have a multi-logo-a-gogo situation, with what, a Rolex watch, Louis Vuitton trolley and Goyard tote — the lewk screamed Asian at Duty Free.
The lightbulb “aha” moment didn’t happen until I was in Madrid in February when I forgot to bring my trusty old Nikes. I wanted to run one morning and told myself there’s no way in hell I’m gonna run in Chanel but you know what, the more I (or anybody else) tell myself not to do something, the more I end up doing it so I ended up running in my Chanel sneakers. And you know what? It felt good. So now I use my Chanel sneakers as my work out shoe wherever I go. It’s amazing.
Hat by Furla, t-shirt by LPD New York (click HERE to shop), leather shorts by Acne (click HERE to buy), sneakers by Chanel
Happy Monday kids! How are you guys? I don’t know about you but if you aren’t one of the tens, if not, hundreds, of thousands of people who flocked to Miami for this year’s Ultra Miami 2014 Music Festival, let me tell you, you missed a lot. No, it has nothing to do with getting high to have “fun”. Mind you, I’ve never done molly nor do I have plans to do so. I’m thirty two, I have high blood pressure due to years of cigarette smoking (I’m trying to quit, promise!) and I’m way too scared to fuck with my heart. My youth wasn’t spent sober… I’m sure y’all know I have even more dangerous (and expensive) vices, namely Prada and Fendi….
For me, it’s all about the music. I find dance music extremely therapeutic. I’d say I can easily get high just by listening to a major track. A good song is like riding a fast-moving rollercoaster. It can pull you up, drop you all the way down, fiddle with your emotions, bring back memories, etc. And then you let go, stomp around, hands up in the air and do your best fist pump.
I thought I’d share some of my personal highlights from this year’s festival. My favourite sets over the weekend are by Alesso, Nicky Romero and of course, the one and only numero uno Hardwell, who showed absolutely zero mercy, closed Ultra and fucking killed it.
Here are some two new gems from Alesso. THESE TWO SONGS ARE EVERYTHING.
Oh oh oh, 3lau dropped a track called “Always” featuring a collaboration with Blinders and Shaun Frank. I was so desperate to find out the name of the song… and then I had a lightbulb moment. Why don’t I ask 3lau on twitter, so I did. And he replied within minutes right after his set. LOL. I can’t wait for it to be released.
This track from The Chainsmokers (#SELFIE) is probably the most appropriate track of our generation.
Sooo… like what do you think? Did you think that girl was pretty? How did that girl even get in here? Did you see her? She’s so short and that dress is so tacky. Who wears Cheetah? It’s not even summer, why does the DJ keep on playing “Summertime Sadness”? After we go to the bathroom, can we go smoke a cigarette?
I really need one but first, LET ME TAKE A SELFIE.
The first thing that came to my mind when Citi Bikes launched in New York City last year was “THEY’RE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME!” I’ve always been petrified of using bicycles in a big city. I think it has something do with my constant fear of being hit by a fast-moving vehicle. It’s already bad that I’ve almost gotten hit MANY, MANY times by a car/bus/truck WHILE WALKING let alone being on a bike. The last time I used a bike was in Paris about a year and a half ago when Rumi and I rented Velibs, not to bike around Paris but to use as props for our blogs…HAH!
I walked past shop with a sign that said “BIKE RENTAL” on our second day in Rome. Mr. Sweden and I went inside. I was curious what their bikes looked like. I was amazed how they have mini bikes, perfect for my petite self. After two days of Uber-ing and cabbing around Rome, I thought it would be refreshing to channel my inner Sporty Spice, rent a bike for an hour or two, see where our bikes lead us. Lo and behold we ended biking for four hours that day, with a quick pit stop at our hotel for an outfit change.
We loved biking so much we decided to come back to the same shop the following morning to do it again but alas, the shop was closed. After half an hour, I found another company and we rented slightly bigger bikes, not for a few hours but for a few days!
In a span of four days, I biked approximately 150 kilometers. We literally biked EVERYWHERE in Rome. EVERYWHERE! EVERYDAY!For hours each day. Right down to our last day. We’d start a little bit after sunrise and go back to the hotel by dusk. Saw most of the tourist spots and of course, we even went to the city outskirts. We also biked through a huge part of Appia Antica, one of the oldest, most important roads in ancient Rome.
Who knew there was a cyclist in me? I’m shocked! Will I do it again? Hell yes. I think I found a new love. This is so much better than Soul Cycle (which I, agonizingly if I may add, tried once and never went back)!