In life going with the flow is usually good, it does not save you from stress, however you never know where that flow would lead you. I think that it’s actually amazing what you can accomplish with a positive attitude and an open mind, but I am not here to tell you that, The Secret and other literature did that. Not me. I am more on a campaign to promote free thinking and embracing those “crazy ideas” that other people criticize and maybe even yourself, but still tempted to follow.
When I decided one day to quit my job and move to a foreign city, with hardly knowing anyone, and no prospect of a future I was going with my flow at the moment. Probably a million times after I cursed the day I was born for not having thought things out better, BUT (pay attention) if I would have thought it out better I probably would have never done it, or even considered it. That’s the beauty of following your “flow”.
In the last few days I’ve been learning a lot about personal flow, so many different kinds. It’s really a matter of growing up & learning to identify and accept the unstoppable forces that are entering your life every day.
In the late 1990s and early 2000s, Cristal became increasingly associated with rap and hip-hop culture, with several artists referencing the drink in song lyrics and as part of their public image.In an interview with The Economist in 2006, Louis Roederer managing director Frederic Rouzaud said he viewed the attention from rappers with “curiosity and serenity”. Asked if he thought the association would harm the brand, he replied, “that’s a good question, but what can we do? We can’t forbid people from buying it. I’m sure Dom Pérignon or Krug would be delighted to have their business.”
..could of been a different kind of rainy night
Today when the rain started to fall outside 5th & 20th I slowly started to fall wih it. My big plans for the night also. Yet, something about that pink heart in the invite and seeing Meddy held me to it. I splashed through puddles and finally gave up the idea of wearing heels- or as someone I know would say “Hills”- and arrived at The Meritime hotel. Up up to the Penthouse and soon to meet Montaco!
One margarita, two margarita I was in one of the best NY parties to date. Could not beat the scenery of West Side Highway + Hudson River + amazing people = amazing Night!
To find the Montaco Truck out in Montauk holler at me…
In the summer the truck is in Miami…
Ana3Ana, Emiliano, Sara
The island of Ibiza. Where the sun heats your skin during the day and the feeling of freedom and nirvana fills the air. You can’t escape from Ibiza’s ways. You might try, you might fight to stay sober, or clothed but sooner than later you’re jumping out of your skin and finally give in to the hedonistic aura of the place. Many people told me of the energy found in this island, a magical energy that takes over your body & soul. At first you can’t really fall for those things, it’s when you are there for a few days that you begin to feel the ‘enlightenment’. I have one specific memory of a night when we (Sara, Nate, Emi and I) went to Pacha and when we were exhausted from dancing circa 4am, we huddled in the car over to Sa Trinxa beach, we drove through huge salt pools, surrounded by nature, and wilderness. The feeling of the wind in my face while the music was blasting in our Panda 4×4 was probably one of the happiest moments in my life. We made our way through a dark and sandy path, at times I thought we’d get stuck, but that only added to the feeling of exploring the unknown. Finally we made it to the beach, perched on atop some rocks we parked the car and took to the shore. I saw the sky start to light up in different shades of midnight blue, royal blue, turquoise, until finally a ball of fire awoke at the horizon and quickly started climbing to it’s throne, revealing a most majestic sunrise.
You have no idea the kind of thing this moment does to you. It’s was a magnificent moment and it summed up everything for me until this point.
Nate and Sara (napping)
I’ve just returned from a vacation through Northern Italy and the island of Ibiza. Seems like a world apart crossing the Atlantic to this most enchanting country. I am definitely feeling the post vacation blues right now… Italy is the most beautiful country in the world for me, the land of the mozzarella and where even the “contadino” are good looking, well educated and witty. It’s the place to free your mind, and let the eyes get lost through the rolling hills. In the area I was in, 45 minutes from Venezia, you could see the Dolomites standing in the distance, some of the peaks covered in snow still. The endless fields of green that set the perfect backdrop to the decade old houses that are scattered through the area. Vineyards are all around and every town small or not has it’s castle.
Staying with my boyfriend’s family was the main attraction to the trip. Italians are passionate about everything, even the kind of bread! When we arrived at this perfectly manicured and picturesque house we were greeted by Gigliola. Of course the prosseco started flowing and also the tears. Within the half hour the house was bustling with the entire family and a feast was soon to follow. As I sit here in my NY office I can still savor the happiness I was feeling sitting around the table with this amazing Italian family. The pictures in my mind flash like light bulbs that flicker. This entry could go on forever because the emotional journey and physical one are so profound and complex; it would take a nice bottle of wine and some time to recount it all. But for now I will leave you with some images from Nervesa della Battaglia, Conigliano, Treviso, and of course Venezia.