No, I love the 80's

Cruising around Elle.com I noticed an article titled Marc Jacobs Loves the 80's, it was no surprise given I have a weakness for anything Marc Jacobs but this was just surreal. His Fall 2009 collection is 80's inspired, as if I couldn't be anymore 80's obsessed, Marc Jacobs takes signature looks from the era adds his own genius and Voila.

I am absolutely fascinated with all things 80's; from neon and florescent colors to tutus, big hair, jean jackets, glitter and spandex. The way the color is magnified and sparkles illuminated, it is like one big, non-stop party trickling down your body.

When designers take a plunge and bring back styles from milestone time periods it makes me wonder: why now? Why not 1940's or 50's? Or what about the 60's and 70's, when tie dye and peace signs served to be the key essentials. Either way, this season we're all about the 80's, not like I haven't always been, yet now the runways are tapping into one of the greatest decades and adding a splash of chic.

All about self-expression, creativity and individuality; no bow too big, dress too tight or color too illuminating. It's all about over the top fashion with the key being excess. Sometimes it is easy to forget how important self-expression is and crucial it can be to take advantage of our bodies as a blank canvas. Dressing it up with bright colors, over the top accessories, what we love and can't be without. Now that designers are jazzing up Fall 2009 you wonder how we could have ever neglected signature looks from this dazzling decade. Here's to one of the most vibrant and electrifying generations of all time and here's to the designers that brought it back.

Micheal Jackson's This Is It, which opened around the globe Tuesday and Wednesday, was absolutley incredible. Starring the King of Pop himself, Michael Jackson delivers an amazing amount of energy and charisma, emphasizing the genius that he was. A musical documentary featuring a compilation of interviews, rehearsals and a behind-the-scenes journey, from April- June 2009, of the creation and development of Jackson's final world tour.

Every song touched me in its own way, covering just about every classic, as Jackson put it, "I want to give the audience exactly what they want to hear". Thriller, Smooth Criminal, Billy Jean, just to name a few, all of which held up to there titles. Amazing the way Jackson would just stop in middle of a tune because it was off by the smallest decimal, "It needs to simmer". Ensuring that each song was precisely in tune the way his fans heard and remember, at one point he says "I just want to hear it the way I wrote it".


Beginning with short interviews from the handful of dancers chosen to perform along side Jackson, an opportunity that words or emotions can barely describe. Speechless, half of the dancers did what they could to hold back the tears while the other half let it all out, expressing how unbelievably lucky they were. The thing is that it was not luck it was pure talent, the best of the best, dancers who possessed the ability to depict Jackson's brilliance. Crisp and rhythmical, like a robot pre-programmed, every move chiseled to perfection.

The director of the concert and movie, Kenny Ortega, blissful and on Jackson's side, repeatedly telling Jackson how much he loves him. Jackson responds: I love you too. The two shared a bond, Jackson ensuring he called all the shots while Ortega micro-managed allowing for his inventiveness and talent to shine.

Jackson wanted the show to be flawless, a performance to be remembered, this was it, and even though he "was saving his voice" for the real performance the energy that he gave us was unreal. Aiming for some high notes he could not hold back, even during a rehearsal. There is no doubt this concert would have been mind-blowing, although the curtain fell sooner then expected- a tragedy, Michael Jackson will always be remembered. The king of pop, a dancer first then a singer, a pure musical genius. A portrait of the artist at work, a musical documentary as revealing as it gets, a final look at Jackson doing was he loved. This is it.

Dear Sunshine.

I am just wondering where you are? I miss you so and these dreary, cloudy days are not bringing me the same joy you once did. Pay me a visit sometime soon... real soon. xo, Chel

It was my first morning waking up in my new apartment, about a week ago to be exact. I barely had my eyes open but could feel this vibrant beam of light shining down on me. Half studio, half loft, there is a rectangular shaped window standing vertically up in the loft space. The way the blinds had been closed the night before allowed this perfect ray of sunshine to peak through this morning. Hitting my eyes at a most precise and perfect angle it set the tone for my entire apartment... and my day.

I have yet to experience this light wave since and keep trailing back to that precious moment, being reminded of what it felt like to be awakened by sweet warmth. The positive attribution it brought to the day is incomparable to any other morning pleasure. Perfection and convinced me, if I had thought otherwise before, that sunshine does effect our personalities. As if without it a negative ora consumes the body, convincing the mind that today is dull.

I look out the window and wish I was welcomed by that crisp yellow light, so strong one cant help but embrace it. Instead I am staring at drabness and in no way motivated to smile or frown. It is as if the gray sky creates a numbness to any sort of feeling, indifferent to the ending of the day and it is only some fluke combination of pleasure and bliss that can turn dull into something versatile.

Sad story, to say the least, but it won't be anytime soon that I am awakened by bright, glistening light peaking through my windo. So until then, I say, suck it up, savor your smile and remember that sunshine is always a plane ride way.

p.s. I <3 them

Denim jackets, scrunchies, spandex with a mix of of pleasure, problems and every social issue from drug addiction, alcoholism, pregnancy and porn . The original Beverly Hills 90210, an iconic drama that spanned an entire decade in the 90's, left an unforgettable mark in television history.

Television writers must be running out of juicy story lines, captivating characters and attention
grabbing topics but instead of putting down the pen
till a sizzling idea comes arise they are taking the easy way out. Re-creating shows that should be left alone, re-structuring story lines and characters and forcing out re-makes that just don't shine. Between 90210 and Melrose Place there is nothing comparable about these contemporary re-makes except the title. Painful to watch, the characters and story lines are cliche, far-fetched and unrelatable.


Glued to the TV as a little girl, I remember running to the bathroom to put on my mothers red lipstick in order to feel "pretty" and grown up, just like Kelly Taylor. Maybe if I wore lipstick and a push up bra I would fit in with my favorite cast. Then maybe even a chance with ever so sexy Dylan McKay, ahhhhh.

A poor attempt to re-create such a memorable show, should have left well enough alone. Growing up with the original cast, a true fan of of Donna Martin graduates, Steve Sanders and his ridiculous neon pants along with Valarie, David and Kelly Taylor. Ms. Taylor, who despite being shot, raped, a burn victim, addicted to drugs, brain washed and an on-going love triangle her exquisite blonde hair shined right up until that final kiss... with Dylan McKay.

Here is to the original Beverly Hills 90210... the peach pit, after dark and a group of friends who go through an endless series of crisis and drama and somehow become personally involved in every social issue of the 90's. It's real stuff, pretty faces, awesome attire and a decade of fun.

Silence Must Be Heard

Lights are off, the room is still, silence prevails, eyes close shut and slowly the body drifts away. A succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep defines a dream. The mornings where I wake up refreshed yet holding feelings of uncertainty and confusion, yearning for answers and meaning, those are the mornings I know "I had a dream..." Waking up trying to reconnect exactly what happened in my "dreamland", but never really have the whole story straight. I was once told that if you leave a pad of paper on your night stand and the instant you wake write down everything you remember then there is a good chance you can re-iterate your dream verbatim. If not within those first few moments, chances are you will only be able to remember small pieces and eventually the dream is lost forever. 

Symbols are the language of what we dream, interpreting through the symbols we remember are what will lead to a better understanding along with the hidden meaning, feelings and emotion. I have always been captivated by my dreams, trying to make sense of them in any form I can. Sometimes dissecting every detail on my own or resorting to the dream dictionary through various symbols. Symbols represent something from the unconscious; a feeling, mood, memory, emotion, want or need. Learning to interpret a dream through symbols is powerful and can give a better outlook on your conscious way of life. It is said that even the most minor symbols recollected from a dream can be the most meaningful. 

I am always astonished by my dreams when I can connect them with something going on in my conscious state. Its like my mind wanted to give me clues in my unconscious state to help me figure out a current life lesson. Never think too much about a dream, over interpretation will only lead to misguidance and a poor lesson learned. To those who have not had a really good nights sleep, where your mind was taken so deep into your own dreamland that your convinced "it was real" then take my advice... glass of wine or two, xanax, sleeping pill, nyquil or your own personal guilty pleasure that will initiate pure tranquility and just DREAM..........

http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/

p.s. I <3 Pucci

ser·en·dip·i·ty - the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something entirely unrelated.

As the season changes; leaves change color, falling gracefully to the ground, the wind wisps by leaving a slight chill running through my body...fall has arrived. At the very sight of the red and orange hues that have transformed the leaves which were once alive and green, I am immediately reminded that winter is near.

As much as I dread the cold, dreary, gray nights ahead, there is something special about the change of season. The first snow fall, sparkling white flurries falling down creating an image irreplaceable until next year. So crisp and magical that you want to run outside, look up at the sky and take it all in. It reminds me of one of my favorite movies, Serendipity, where John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale have an accidental yet amazingly perfect night. Two strangers who met accidentally and yet this accident changed the moment, evening, day...rest of their lives forever. Some say it is merely a coincidence, or plain luck- others would call it fate or destiny.

I am intrigued by this concept, Serendipity, because it is the unexpected that can change youforever. The word suggests one stumbling upon "good luck", especially when making unexpected, fortunate discoveries. It is those random steps you take in the opposite direction, curiosity which forces you to go the other way or just a random last minute decision that can completely transform the outcome of your day. Life can be mundane, even when everything is going well, it is easy to lose sight of real adventure, connections and life experiences only because you are content with a "vanilla-esque" lifestyle.

You never know what to expect out of your day, let alone the rest of your life, but never stop living, dreaming, believing. It is when you least expect it that something so unbelievable is bound to happen. A person, experience, feeling that can transform you and it is those moments that we should live for. Before throwing in the towel, curling up in a ball and hibernating until the first spring flower blooms, embrace the season and allow fate to take its course.

Halloween "Horror"

When did it become acceptable to dress like a poodle, by poodle I mean hooker, on Halloween? Actually, I take that back, why has it always been acceptable to dress like a poodle on Halloween??

Slutty kitten to sexy maid, it is really all the same; except that minor substitution of kitten ears for a duster or mouse ears to bunny tail... and what really gets me is that it is not even as if these costumes are flattering, to say the least. A combination of cheap polyester and pleather with a spritz of pointless accessories, it screams ridiculous-ness. As if life has become so mundane that society waits for the one night where boundaries disappear, dress codes- where less is more and as long as you can answer the question,
What are you? in 5 seconds or less the night is yours.

Halloween has somehow, somewhere lost meaning and is no longer about frightening frivilous fun; watching horror movies, haunted houses, carving pumpkins and getting spooked. Dressing up to look amazingly gruesome and mysterious. There are so many costumes that one could choose that doesn't start with hot or sexy. So before you throw on your black bootie shorts, spandex cami, cat ears and tail, take a moment and think about what Halloween really symbolizes... to you. Get inspired and substitute that classless, cheesy, poodle-esque outfit for something ravishly frightening, festive with a splash of class and charisma.

Get Inspired... Hot or Not??