having fun in Athens

I thought I should write a bit to amuse you with my adventures in Greece. (this post will the in English. Brasileiros – se voces quiserem receber em portugues, me avisa que eu mando por e-mail.) There won’t be pictures yet because I forgot to bring the camera’s cable…
The trip started with a gorgeous steward from Swiss offering me chocolate while we were flying over Athens – I think that set me on the right mood.

I arrived in Athens on Saturday afternoon and it felt like home. On the metro the people looked and dressed like Brazilians – it might be a climate thing!
That day I just walked around and had a lovely Greek meal. Next day: straight to the Acropolis. I have to say I was a bit disappointed. I was expecting something magical, but it was just real. I thought I would be able to imagine I was back in time, but the scafolding and tourists wouldn’t allow me to leave reality. The best bit for me was the Theatre of Dionisios, where you can actually sit on the steps. Then I joined the hostel’s tour to the Temple of Poseidon (about 1 hour from Athens), Sounio beach and Hot Springs. I thought it would be a good way to meet people and so it was! There were 2 girls from Wisconsin (reminder: I lived in Wisconsin when I was 17) who were on the same flight as me to Santorini at 5:30am the next morning. So lucky! I had been worring about leaving on my own at 3am, so now I’d be with other people. We arranged to meet at reception at 2.50am.

Also met an Aussie girl with whom I had nothing in common (except that she was also traveling solo), but she was friendly and opened to chat, so I found a good company on her. Back to hostel, we met later on at the roof bar. Her name is Mary, which I found quite funny – the holiest possible name, but she was far from being holy. She was talking to a few guys when I went up, so I joined them. Mary talks a lot and she likes telling stories. I realized later that the Aussie guy we were talking to is one of the guys who owns the hostel. He confessed in a whisper he couldn’t understand half of what Mary was saying. I laughed because I also couldn’t get the connection to some of her stories. He was going to meet friends at a bar and asked if I wanted to go along. I felt bad to leave Mary behind but I had only met her a few hours earlier and that was my last night in Athens… We rode on his moped to this Greek bar, full of Greek people. It was very exciting! He said he could have never brought Mary because his friends would give him mixed looks, but he thought I was cool and would fit in – which I did. I guess I am a very likable person! Although I still think he liked me because I said I had been to a Nirvana concert.

At the bar, as soon as I said I’m Brazilian people would welcome me with a friendly smile. I met 2 girls who were very nice. I think Greek women stick together, there is an air of companionship between them, they speak with their eyes. We also met a stock broker who was huge (imagine Pavarotti, but a bit smaller) and for me he personified the Greek men’s personality. He would burst out laughing no matter if what he was saying was good or bad. He was very drunk. Very patriotic (from Macedonia) – he would bang on his chest when talking of his country and started going on about Alexander the Great and some other historical figure. It was funny.

Daniel – that was the name of the guy who had taken me to the bar. I only asked his name when we were already there – after moped ride et al. Bizarre. But who cares? Someone is nice regardless of their name. There was nothing between us, he didn’t try to kiss me or anything – which I actually thought was quite nice (the thought he had taken me out because he sympathised with me rather than because he wanted something in the end). I got back to the hostel at 2am. He dropped me off a block away so ‘it wouldn’t be strange’, although this was the strangest thing of the whole night. But whatever! There were some people chatting outside and I think he had probably had something with one of the girls. I went to bed wearing my dress – only had 30 minutes! Got up at 3am with the girl from Wisconsin in the darkness of my bedroom whispering my name – my alarm hadn’t worked! If it wasn’t for the Wisconsin angels I would have missed my flight! And Thank God I forgot to lock the door when I got in at 2am! And that I had left all packed to go!

More on next post - I’ve written too much for a day!
xxx

florence and the machine

Ola, ainda estou de férias, mas deixei esse post programado para vocês não sentirem muito a minha falta! 

dêem uma olhada nesse myspace: www.myspace.com/florenceandthemachinemusic

esse menina tem um vozeirão e é ótima ao vivo, e eu só queria dizer que eu vi primeiro!! 

eu acho que por acaso vi o primeiro show dela, deve ter mais de um ano. ela ainda se chamava 'Florence is a Robot'. foi num domingo num bar em Reading. uns amigos foram chamados para discotecar nesse bar durante o dia e eu fui junto, só de sarro (aquela coisa, domingão, sem muito o que fazer, Reading é a só 1 hora de Londres e eu nunca tinha ido - não tem nada by the way). a florence foi a última do dia e na platéia estavam os pais e o irmão, sorrindo orgulhosos, dançando (só deviam ter umas 20 pessoas). 

agora ela esta virando fenômeno - vai tocar em todos os festivais desse verão, já vi reportagem em revista e na TV. mas ainda não chegou ao mainstream. mas vai chegar! ela é muito boa. 

então ouçam! vale a pena! 

beijos 

de malas prontas

estou de malas prontas de novo! estou saindo de férias durante uma semana. meu destino ainda é segredo. se eu me inspirar (e se achar uma internet) de repente coloco um post revelando onde estou. senão vocês só vao ficar sabendo na volta mesmo. Dessa vez nao tem a ver com moda - vou ser turista! 

beijos

Fashion in Film

Está rolando até o dia 31 de maio a 2a edição do Fashion in Film - festival de cinema sobre moda, como o nome já diz. Dessa vez o tema é "If Looks Could Kill", que propoe mostrar como a moda e estilo são utilizados para dar um tom de glamour aos filmes de suspense e crime - muito batom vermelho, luvas, e meia-calça para esconder o rosto. 

A curadora (Marketa Uhlirova) foi minha professora no London College of Fashion. Ela é tcheca e acho que como estrangeira, ela sempre busca fazer uma mistura de filmes de diversos países. Alguns são mais atuais, outros são preciosidades que geralmente não passam na telona. Fora isso, o festival conta com palestras e painéis de discussão com vários pesquisadores de moda. 

Super legal! 

Stockholm / Estocolmo

Eu nunca achei que um dia fosse dizer ‘estou cansada de ver loja!’. Mas isso aconteceu, em Stockholm. Passei um feriado lá há umas 3 semanas. ADOREI. A cidade é bonita, as pessoas se vestem super cool, os homens são lindos e super vaidosos (de uma maneira bem descolada), a noite termina tarde e as lojas… lá é um dos berços do ‘scandinavian design’, ou seja, qualquer cafofo é estiloso.
Em Stockholm não tem nada histórico que seja imperdível então a melhor opção é mesmo explorar as lojas – e os museus, que são fantásticos (principalmente o moderna museet que é imperdível). A área de Sodermalm é onde estão as boutiques independentes, a galera mais descolada, bares, cafés e muitos brechós.



Me chamou atenção a predominância do estilo urbano. Homens e mulheres usam tennis super coloridos e com o cadarço meio folgado (então eles fazem ainda mais volume). As meninas os usam com saias e vestidos. E vestido por cima da legging. E me surpreendi com a moda masculina – achei que os homens lá experimentam mais, não tem medo de misturar cores, e são tão antenados quanto as mulheres!
De quebra, ainda peguei o último dia de uma exposição sobre o Andy Warhol (que eu AMO!) focando nos filmes dele; e o show do Messer Chups, uma banda russa de Rockabily (numa boate rock n’ roll chamada Debaser).

cheguei! finalmente!

depois de 6 anos em Londres, e de tanta gente perguntando porque eu não tenho um blog, finalmente resolvi criar um. Aqui estou, sob o codinome de Miss Lopes. 

Vou tentar fazer desse espaço um diário (sem os podres), falando das coisas que eu estou vendo e vivendo por aqui - incluindo moda, arte, amigos e histórias engraçadas. 

Welcome! 

beijos, 

Miss Lopes