His latest collection just called me like sirens in the ocean

Bonjour and au revoir, the trip to Paris this weekend has been defiantly the highlight of this week, and besides me coming back to my place of power — Louvre, I also got tons of work done. Isn’t that wonderful? My brain’s ability not to being able to relax even when I specifically asked it to. Oh well. Before I forget if you are in Paris in any time frame between end of January and June — do yourself a favour and visit Louvre as they now have put on display archived pieces, and since I am here to guide you — don’t repeat my mistakes and just know that those archives are thrown ALL OVER the Louvre and not just in one room, hence why silly me saw literally 7 dresses only (I’m okay, not crying).

This weekend brought enormous amount of overwhelming joy after seeing very dear people to my heart, endless conversation where it seems physically impossible to leave the table and say goodbye for the night. In the matter of 4 hours overall this week, I managed to come up with topics for Hot Mama Bakery for the next FOUR! months. Big deal since I did feel empty and stuck nearly entire January. The launch is in a week and I cannot wait to have you all joining and embracing your inner self and translate it into the language of style.

Together with that joy, this weekend reminded me why for years now I stopped traveling as often as I would before. Together with that joy I felt extreme sadness of being lonely. For more than a decade I just went by and got used to it doing all the things I wanted by myself since no one was there to join me.

But after a while, the sadness returns and you cry yourself to sleep in the most romantic city of the world. And yes, I am a strong believer that self-love is the best love, however, I am also a strong believer that romantic love is simply different type of love that doesn’t cancels the other. Important thing is to not shut those feeling deep down and never look at those, but acknowledge it and honour it. Because alone or not you gotta walk forward. And so I walked 8 blocks in pouring rain letting it wash my sadness away.

And if I to make it all a metaphor for your personal style, I would lead with not every outfit will bang even if all the proportions and colour blocks were on point, No matter how it all well put together, sometimes what we feel inside will make everything seem “meh”. And THAT’S OKAY! Every single details that night was ideal for me, but I was missing someone ideal next to me, and it all seem to not even matter, but not going to lie, that did help feeling a little more mysterious than I anticipated.

It’s okay to have bad days, lonely days, bad outfit days, midday change of mind day, all are important and push you to move forward. As long as you have an outlet, a community where you can just be honest and yourself.

Oh, wait a minute. I know a place. Another thing that helped me go through these tough times (2 hours to be precise) is Willy Chavarria a man I didn’t know I loved so deeply. And his latest collection that just called me like sirens in the ocean. The sirens in question:

Anyway, it was not a self-pity party, but just an adult embracing her own feelings that I personally was taught to suck up and move on. Put your hands in the air if… same. Oh did I mention the Hot Mama Bakery launching on the 3rd of February? Mark your calendars!

That’s all.

Okay, love you, bye xo

Your slightly nonchalant fashion stylist,

Aya x