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Redescoperiri: YVES ROCHER: MING SHU si COMME UNE EVIDENCE

Nu stiu de ce parfumul Ming Shu de la Yves Rocher nu este prea cunoscut, eu am avut intotdeauna o mare slabiciune pentru el si pentru puritatea si luminozitatea pe care le degaja. Multi ani am uitat de el, insa in momentul in care l-am redescoperit (luna trecuta, la Barcelona) mi s-a parut la fel de pretios ca atunci cand l-am mirosit prima oara. De fapt nu l-am avut niciodata, desi mereu mi l-am dorit, crezand ca va veni o zi in care va sta pe masuta mea de toaleta. Demult, cand ne-am imprietenit pe viata, una dintre prietenele mele il avea, asa ca a fost nevoita sa il imparta cu mine. In acest moment, este indisponibil online la Yves Rocher, insa gratia lui creste, in mintea mea, proportional cu aceasta absenta. Este acvatic floral, delicat si, in mintea mea, potrivit pentru o zana a aerului: nufar, floare de lotus, para, putina vanilie, putintel piper(ca sa aiba totusi un dram de consistenta), mosc… 

Pentru ca lansarile sunt acele locuri unde poti desoperi/ redescoperi produse, iata ca in momentul in care am pasit in universul Yves Rocher, m-am reintalnit cu Comme Une Evidence, al doilea parfum (in ordinea aparitiei) pe care il socotesc de neuitat. L-am recunoscut de la primii pasi, senin si solar, putin schimbat- de fapt intr-o noua varianta. Creat in 2003 de Annick Menardo, a sarbatorit in cadru festiv cei zece ani de existenta. Apa de parfum Comme Une Evidence este cel mai bine vandut produs de frumusete Yves Rocher la nivel mondial, inca din anul 2004, alaturi de gama omonima. Noutatea 2013 este Comme Une Evidence Intense (apa de parfum), o versiune mai intensa: note "absint" date de frunzele de violeta(o splendoare)+iasomie+extract de trandafir bulgaresc+ notele de baza.

Varianta vintage a parfumului Comme Une Evidence, din 2007, cu pompita tip para pentru pulverizare, mi se pare cea mai sic reprezentare a unui parfum, iar gestul aplicarii vine la pachet cu o senzatie de neegalat, plina de eleganta:

Si al treilea produs caruia i-am gasit farmece de necontestat este Tradition de Hammam-lapte de dus ce se transforma intr-o spuma delicat parfumata, satinata si hidratanta. Formula este fara parabeni, contine peste 98% ingrediente de origine naturala: ulei de argan bio si ulei esential de floare de portocala bio, glicerina si o baza de curatare neagresiva, dar foarte eficienta, de origine vegetala. De cand l-am descoperit, il folosesc zilnic, caci mi se pare relaxant si are cea mai placuta si suava textura pe care am incercat-o vreodata. Il declar regele gelurilor de dus, il gasiti pe site-ul Yves Rocher:

film interzis: adevarul despre viata

Din cand in cand, eu ma las sedusa de teoria conspiratiei:

BUSINESS IS BUSINESS

Nu este prima oara cand dau copy -paste acestui mic articol, s-ar putea sa il fi citit deja, cu cateva luni inainte, pe pagina de facebook a blogului meu sau pe Lumea vorbeste, insa astazi am vazut cateva scene asemanatoare, in locuri aglomerate ale Bucurestiului si m-am gandit ca inca un semnal de alarma nu ar strica. Am vazut ca mai multe bloguri au preluat aceste informatii, si bine au facut, caci mie mi se par foarte importante. Nu vreau sa va cer sa fiti de acord 100%cu cele de mai jos, vreau doar sa va puneti cateva intrebari. sper sa nu lezez persoanele miloase, nu acesta este scopul.

WHY DOES THE CHILD IN HANDS OF THE BEGGAR ALWAYS SLEEPING?

”Near the metro station sits a woman of uncertain age.
Women’s hair is confused and dirty, her head bowed in grief.

The woman sits on the dirty floor and next to her lies a bag. In that bag
people throw money. On the hands of a woman, asleep, is a two year old baby. He’s in a dirty hat and dirty clothes.

“Madonna with baby” – numerous passers-by will donate money. The people of our kind- we always feel sorry for less fortunate. We are ready to give unfortunate people the last shirt, the last penny out of your pocket and never think another issue.
Helping, seems like. “Good job done”…

I walked past a beggar for a month. Did not give any money, as I knew that this is a gang operated scam and money collected by the beggar will be given to whoever controls beggars in the area. Those people own numerous luxury properties and cars.
Oh and beggar also gets something, of course “ A bottle of vodka in the evening and a döner kebab”.
A month later, walking past the beggars, as shock, it suddenly
hit me….
I’m staying at a busy crossing, stared at the baby, dressed as always- dirty track suit. I realized that it
seemed “wrong”, finding a child in a dirty underground station from morning to evening.
The baby slept. Never sobbed or screamed, always asleep, burying his face in the knee of a woman who was his MUM.

Do any of you, dear readers, have children? Remember how often they
slept at the age of 1-2-3 years? Hour two, maximum three (not consecutive)
afternoon nap, and again – movement. For the whole month, every day of my
walking in the underground, I’ve never seen a child awake! I looked
at the tiny little man, with his face buried in the knee of his mother, then at the beggar, and my
suspicion was gradually formed.
– Why he sleeps all the time? I asked, staring at the baby.

The beggar pretended not to hear me. She lowered her eyes and
hid her face in the collar of her shabby jacket. I repeated the question. The woman again
looked up. She looked somewhere behind my back, tired with utter irritation. Her look was similar to the creatures from a different planet.
-F **k off … her lips murmured.
-Why is he asleep?! I almost cried …

Behind me someone put his hand on my shoulder. I looked back. A some old man was looking at me disapprovingly:

– What do you want from her? Can’t you see how hard she’s got it in her life… Eh …
He gets some coins from his pocket and throws them in the beggar’s bag.

Beggar made a hand wave of a cross, portraying the face of humility and universal
grief. The guy removed his hand from my shoulder and strolled out of the underground station.
I bet, at home, he will tell how he defended poor, distraught woman from a soulless man in a tube station.

Next day I called a friend. It was a funny man with eyes like olives Romanian nationality. He only managed to complete three and a half years of education. The complete lack of education does not prevent him from moving around the
City streets on very expensive foreign cars and live in a “small” house with countless number of windows and balconies. From my friend I managed to find out that this business, despite the apparent
spontaneity, clearly organized. Its supervised by begging organized crime rings. The children used are in “rent”
from families of alcoholics, or simply stolen.
I needed to get the answer to the question – why is the baby sleeping? And I received it. My friend Gypsy said the phrase, completely ordinary with calm voice that twisted me in shock, just like he was talking about weather report:
-They are on heroin, or vodka …
I was dumbfounded. “Who is on heroin? Whom – under vodka?! “
He answered
-The Child, so he doesn’t scream. The women will be sitting whole day with him, imagine how he might get bored?

In order to make the baby slept the whole day, it pumped up with vodka or drugs. Of course, children’s bodies are not able to cope with such a shock. And children often die. The most terrible thing – sometimes children die
during the “working day”. And imaginary mother must hold another dead child on her hands until the evening. These are the rules. And the by passers-by will throw some money in the bag, and believe that they are moral. Helping
“mother alone” …
… The next day I was walking near the same underground station. I stocked up journalistic identity, and was ready for a serious conversation. But the conversation didn’t work out. But turned out the following …
A woman was sitting on the floor and in her hands she was holding a child. I asked her a question about the documents on the child, and, most importantly, where was yesterday’s kid, which she simply ignored.
My questions were not ignored by passers-by. I was told that I was out of my mind screaming at poor beggar with a child. All in all, I was escorted out of the tube station in disgrace. One thing remained was to call the police. When police arrived, beggar with the baby disappeared. I stood with a full sense of – “I’m trying to fight windmills”.

When you see in the subway, on the street whether women with children,
begging, think before your hand climb for money. Think about that, if it wasn’t for your hundreds of thousands of handouts, the business like this would have died. The business would die and not the children-inflated with vodka or
drugs. Do not look at the sleeping child with affection. See horror… Since you’re reading this article, you know now- why the child is sleeping in beggars hands.”

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Verdele acesta. Neostenit. Complet. Daca cineva ma intreaba de moda, stil sau parfumuri, eu ii vorbesc despre arta. Despre corola de minuni a lumii. Tocmai de aceea, astazi, verdele acesta neostenit...

O vară foarte instabilă

De vazut neaparat, caci suna periculos…
 In cinematografe, incepand cu 1 noiembrie 2013. Cu Ana Ularu.

Giveaway OPI Mariah Carey Holiday:)

Fantastica, pur si simplu fantastica…asa mi s-a parut colectia de sarbatori OPI!!!
Tocmai de aceea, am decis, cum era de asteptat la asemenea revelatie in materie de lacuri de unghii, sa organizez degraba un nou giveaway:)
Asadar, de data aceasta vor fi exact 18 lacuri care vor ajunge la frumoasele mele cititoare. Va rog sa imi spuneti intr-un comentariu care este preferata voastra (puteti lasa doua sau trei variante), iar eu voi alege peste o saptamana castigatoarele. Ca de obicei, voi incerca sa tin cont de preferintele voastre, dar in cazul in care acest lucru nu va fi posibil, voi aplica metoda aleatorie, care oricum nu a suparat pe nimeni niciodata, toate lacurile fiind minunate…

Iata conditiile eliminatorii, am mai umblat putin la ele:
1. Va rog dati Like paginii Top Line Europa (link AICI) si paginii blogului meu (link AICI)- sa nu uitati sa-mi lasati si numele cu care v-ati inregistrat
2. Nu uitati sa dati Share acestei postari (treceti linkul share-ului tot la comentarii
3. Spuneti-mi nuanta preferata din colectia Mariah Carey Holiday (puteti lasa si o a doua varianta)

In acest moment, eu nu am o preferata, sunt nitel cam bulversata, imi plac mult si argintiu, toate nuantele de burgundy, rosu- fara ezitare, apoi acel albastru gen glob de Craciun….
Acestea fiind spuse, astept inscrierile voastre pana pe 31 octombrie 2013, tot asa, pe-nserat…

P.S.-in realitate, la lumina zilei, toate anuantele sunt de o suta de ori mai frumoase decat in poze. Le-am testat, deci nu are rost sa ma contraziceti…
Se accepta un singur comentariu. Este 100% datoria voastra sa verificati/stergeti greselile.

Beautynews: ARTISTRY Galaxy Collection

Este pentru prima oara cand ma joc cu o colectie de machiaj de la Artistry si ma declar de-a dreptul incantata. Nu imi dau seama cum si de ce nu am descoperit mai devreme ce texturi minunate se ascund in cutiile lor negre, am fost o ignoranta, promit sa nu se mai repete:(
Pudra iluminatoare Aurora este divina, usoara ca puful de papadie, ilumineaza si sculpteaza neobosit, de dimineata si pana seara( rozul si nisipiul pot fi folosite atat impreuna cat si separat), iar nuantele pentru ochi sunt pur si simplu perfecte: sofisticate, satinate, durabile, usor de combinat si simplu de aplicat. Ambele, must have daca esti printre fetele care vor sa se fardeze cu clasa. Pot fi aplicate discret, in tusa fina, sau mai puternic, daca e vorba de un party.

Dupa cum stiti, eu ma "aprind" greu in privinta machiajelor, chiar trebuie sa fie vorba de lucruri deosebite si extrem de rafinate ca sa imi poata atrage atentia. Nu colectionez farduri, nu le vreau pe toate, eu le caut pe cele mai bune, pe care le folosesc pana la ultima picatura, fara sa ma plictisesc. Editie limitata. Cuvantul  magic: luminozitate. Exact genul meu de machiaj:

Asa da:

Nu dorm deloc bine in ultima vreme, asa ca in loc sa numar (iarasi)elefanti bizari la patru dimineata, dupa ce am adormit in jur de unu, mai bine ma gandesc cum sa fac sa sar ca ciocolata aia nazdravana de mai sus, direct in puf, direct in puf...
Voi cum reusiti sa adormiti fara medicamente? Cum va vindecati perioadele de insomnie? Cum va alinati gandurile, cum va cocolositi sufletul, in special daca nu stiti ce il doare?
Nu ma bantuie fantomele trecutului, nu am iubiri neimpartasite, vreau un ceai de ananas si pere si un pulover de casmir in care sa ma cuibaresc si sa dorm neintoarsa vreme de 12 ore.

Imposibil, parca  un zeu hidos mi-a pus gand rau.
Doua filme vazute m-au imbogatit, deci nu am dat ci am luat: Praga (cu Mads Mikkelsen)

si Io e Te(in regia lui Bernardo Bertolucci):

Una peste alta, daca va asteapta o noapte alba, cum cred ca ma asteapta iar, macar petreceti-o di granda: filme(carti) bune, ceaiuri, muzica lina si-n surdina.

Azi, a treisprezecea zi din luna lui Brumarel

M-am trezit cu noaptea in cap, in jur de ora cinci dimineata si nu am mai reusit sa adorm, oricate incantatii as fi facut, oricate oite as fi numarat. Asa ca am deschis computerul si primul text peste care mi-au cazut ochii, cel de mai jos a fost. Sigur, nu contine nimic nou sub soare, sunt sigura ca cele cinci puncte va vor suna si voua extrem de familiar, insa alaturarea lor si faptul ca textul este scris de o asistenta care a avut ca tema de viata tocmai trecerea si petrecerea fiintei intru nefiinta, nu are cum sa te lase indiferent. Apoi m-am gandit ca poate este un text util de citit intr-o duminca. Nu e nimic trist, e vorba de o mica si utila lectie de viata, te incurajeaza sa te gandesti mai mult la tine:

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
This was the most common regret of all. When people realize that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again. When you are on your deathbed, what  others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.

Text preluat de aici.

De ce nu mi-am luat rochie lunga, alba, de mireasa

Bine, nu mi-am luat nici rochie lunga, nici scurta. Nu ca am dat un DISLIKE definitiv si orgolios rochiilor scumpe (dimpotriva!), ci pentru ca simteam ca nu pot da o groaza de bani pe o rochie pe care o port o singura data. Am vazut si chiar am urmarit, de mai multe ori, la televizor, emisiuni intregi in care miresele se duc, probeaza, se dau de ceasul mortii sa cumpere ce e mai bun (si de cele mai multe ori, si ce e mai scump, cat de scump isi permiti de fapt) pentru ziua respectiva, despre care se spune ca ar trebui sa fie cea mai fericita zi din viata ta. Dupa care rochia este bagata frumusel intr-o cutie mare si pastrata. Cu timpul, cred ca se si ingalbeneste.
Acesta este doar un motiv pentru care nu am dorit sa cumpar asa ceva.
De altfel, rochia alba de mireasa se poarta in biserica, iar eu, nedorind aceasta ceremonie, nu ma vedeam coborand treptele primariei de sector invaluita ca o sirena. Not cool at all.
Un alt motiv(cel mai puternic, de fapt) este ca nu mi-am dorit-o.
Cand m-am maritat, stiam exact cine sunt, ce asteptari am de la viata, rezolvasem asadar marile intrebari si marile dileme.
Nu am vrut rochie de printesa si nu am asteptat cu nerabdare ziua in care sa o port purta. De altfel, eu nu am probat/incercat niciodata o astfel de rochie, dezinteresul meu fiind total.

Cu toate acestea, treaba cu printesele m-a preocupat din cei mai fragezi ani ai mei. Banuiesc ca este o tema pe care ti-o dau toti parintii, iar tu, copila fiind, o preiei, nestiind prea bine ce sa faci cu ea. Eu am preluat-o in gradinita, de la mama mea, care ma invata sa desenez conturand tinute de printese. Eu le copiam cu mare incantare si ajunsesem astfel sa am teancuri-teancuri. Eram o adevarata colectionara pe vremea aceea...
Cred ca devenise un fel de tic si cand eram suparata sau plictisita, gaseam pagini goale in caiet si le incarcam cu printese, rochii, diademe, dantele, voaluri, bijuterii grele, toate nebuniile prindeau viata. Intrucat imi ieseau foarte bine, toate prietenele mele mi cereau sa le desenez, asa ca la un moment dat devenisem un fel de specialista in printese in scoala mea generala. Nu am stat niciodata sa ma gandesc de ce fac eu acest lucru, casatoria nu a facut niciodata parte din planurile mele juvenile, iar printii-nici atat.
Toate printesele mele erau frumoase si singure, dar fericite si fara vreo umbra de regret in ochi.
Pasiunea cu printesele a durat destul de mult, nici eu nu renuntam la ele, nici ele la mine. Dragoste imparatsita, asa este.
In primul an de facultate am avut un curs de psihologie, iar profesoara, in prima ora, ne-a cerut sa desenam ce ne trece prin cap. Ne-a dat un singur minut, sa nu avem timp sa ne gandim la subiecte. Bineinteles ca am desenat o printesa. Aveam o asa mare dexteritate, ca un minut a fost suficient sa umblu si la detalii putin: rochie cu broderie, tiara, cercei...
Profesoara  ne chema pe rand, la catedra, cu desenul, sa il interpreteze. Cand am ajuns eu cu foaia, mi-a spus, fara nicio urma de ezitare, ca printesa sunt eu si nimeni alta. M-au socat atat de tare vorbele ei, si timida fiind eu la vremea aceea, am insistat sa ii spun ca am desenat-o pentru ca aveam un singur minut si mi-a fost la indemana, ca nu ma identific cu ea, ca nu ma intereseaza deloc sa fiu asa, ca pe undeva sigur s-a strecurat o greseala, dar profesoara mi-a confirmat ceea ce imi spusese si inainte. Printesa sunt eu. Dupa ora de curs, imi aduc aminte de asta ca si cum ar fi fost ieri(desi au trecut mai bine de 20 de ani de atunci), am asteptat-o tremurand toata, pe hol, caci nu puteam accepta asa ceva in ruptul capului. Mi-a explicat si am plecat nauca.
Cred ca acela a fost momentul in care am inceput sa facem cunostinta cu adevarat-eu si sinea mea. De atunci eu nu am mai desenat niciodata printese, caci nu am mai avut nevoie de confirmari. De nicio confirmare. Nici macar in ziua nuntii.

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Voi ce traznai ati mai facut in ultima vreme? Eu astazi asa am facut, va jur...

Castigatoare Okazii.Fashion:)

Iata cele doua castigatoare ale concursului organizat de Blogul Adelei Sirghie in colaborare cu Okazii Fashion:

-elena.cornelia(at)gmail(dot)com – castigatoare 3 produse Keune(sampon, balsam si fluid nutritiv din gama Vital Nutrition

-elena28_01@yahoo(dot)com - 2 produse Ivatherm(crema +demachiant)

Va rog mult de tot sa trimiteti confirmare+date(adresa, nr de tel) pe mailul meu-adelasir at yahoo punct co punct uk in urmatoarele 48 de ore pentru a le putea trimite si eu, la randul meu, la okazii fashion.

Va multumesc si va invit cu mare drag la urmatoarele concursuri care urmeaza pe Blogul Adelei Sirghie:)

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Giovanna Battaglia: