Marvelous in my Monday

This post is long overdue. It took me a while to reemerge from the rabbit hole

I mentioned here a while ago that I had met Johnny Depp…

I think it is time to clear the air and tell you about my marvelous weekend:

 

First things first: I sadly did not actually hang out with Johnny Depp. My dad may have some cool friends, but he hasn’t ventured into befriending members of the Hollywood territory (just yet).

The Mad Hatter

The Mad Hatter

So if this isn’t Johnny Depp, who is it?

Well, my dad and his fiancé hosted an Alice in Wonderland themed costume party a few Saturdays ago. Everyone put some effort into dressing up as either Alice, the Queen of Hearts or the Mad Hatter (Sadly didn’t see any caterpillars). This gentleman put in slightly more effort than others, with an outfit so lifelike he could’ve just walked right off the set of Tim Burton’s movie.

I was also very excited to spot a couple dressed as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumm 🙂

I went as the Cheshire Cat, and luckily for me, my idea remained unique.

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I found my outfit online and was slightly worried it would look a tad bit too “unappropriate”. Thankfully it was actually a cute dress with accents of the original Cheshire Cat colours (pink and purple). Wanting to also incorporate the newer version of the cat (blue), I decided to wear my favourite heels and blue cat contact lenses.

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My makeup was also matching: pink eyeshadow with purple eyeliner on one side, purple eyeshadow with purple eyeliner on the other and lots and lots of Givenchy Noir Couture purple velvet mascara – I was happy to finally have an occasion to purely use coloured mascara and see what it looks like (I normally do a mix of black and colour for an extra pop). I also wore purple-pink-ish lipstick.

 

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My dad went as the Mad Hatter

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Wonderland Selfie

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My best friend also made an appearance.. as Alice 🙂

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Jumping for joy.

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And boogying all night!

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Aint no party like a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party 😉

We all had a marvelous time!

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With attitude and nail polish, Anoushé xoxo

 

Obsession Alert: Code Red!

You guys. It is murder working at a magazine. I am SURROUNDED by all the products I want to try and I can’t do more than just test out a little on my hand… so sad 😦

I’ve resorted to drowning my sorrows in spoonfuls of peanut butter and endless Sephora “loves”. Seriously, it is an issue. I just bought a 500 g jar two days ago and it is already half empty.

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I tend to spoon feed myself more upon utter excitement, like when I found this eye cream. If only it weren’t so expensive…. and nut butter so calorific…

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Also, I NEED this in my life. It would a) be “parfait” and b) my first Chanel makeup purchase… you have to start somewhere… the only thing is I can’t quite convince myself to spend the money on it because the colour is outrageously similar to this. But it’s Chanel so it should be ok.. right?

Have you guys watched Girl Code? It used to be on at the gym at SLC, and I found it ridiculous then – but after finding some relatively funny gifs and memes on Pinterest (that are sadly very accurate and applicable to me) I thought I would actually watch an episode without mute turned on. Now I am officially hooked. Goodbye social life… oh wait that’s gone anyways this weekend as I decided to stay here and know NOONE! I do have my eye on a cute barista though…..

Speaking of working out: I found an amazing gym here! I can’t wait to train more frequently…

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Oh I also wouldn’t mind a Lancôme lipstick or two… don’t blame me, blame Instagram like I do

Also, anyone want to take me to Paris sometime soon?

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Because Maison Guerlain has opened the mothership of all beauty heavens. It’s an oasis full of everything from makeup to an in-house spa to a restaurant… It’s number 68 – I can’t believe I was so close last time!

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That was outside Louis Vuitton, but I would have rather seen Guerlain

my problems people… seriously…;)

And can someone find me this lock?

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It’s currently my background on my phone!

Oh and on a completely non beauty/dance note, I love this song and this one, and this one

Actually maybe it is a slight dance note, as I can feel choreography-inspiration coming my way. You know I always seem to dance more after going to the gym? Weird…

Question of the day

What things are making your heart beat faster lately?

With attitude and nail polish, Anoushé xoxo

 

My Signature Thang

I have always adored women who appear to have their lives under control. It is a trait I hope to one day master.

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Sometimes I seem to associate this effortless elegance with Paris: Whenever I hear about graceful women my mind wanders to Café de Flore, and envision a naturally beautiful woman wearing pearls, a classic Chanel jacket, cigarette pants and kitten heels. I picture a mix of Audrey Tautou, Coco Chanel, Audrey Hepburn, and all of the French designer’s muses sitting at a table with red lipstick that doesn’t stain her glass filled with sparkling rosé, a plate of exquisite food before her, attracting the attention of any person to ever lay eyes on her.

I also imagine this lady to have the class and etiquette of a generous and timeless Iranian woman, with a brain and who knows very well who she wishes to be and that she is in control of her life.

I hope to one day be that kind of woman. Every day I meet people and see things that inspire me to become that envisioned woman sitting in Café de Flore. Whether it is my Aunt who naturally set a glass of water and a bowl of raw nuts by my bed just in case I was hungry, my mom who stayed true to her beloved skinny jeans and cowboy boots, owning her outfit because it is timeless, and who always reminded me that a woman should always be classy (yes, these comments were generally made when I was younger and begged to wear short shorts or mini skirts) and taught me the art of entertaining – Persian style, my other Auntie who inspires me with her positive outlook and love for the power of yoga, or my grandmother who looks more glamorous than Elizabeth Taylor and was even recently described as extremely elegant at the Sarah Lawrence Admitted Students Day that she accompanied me to.

109663-Nice+happiness+happy+quotes+thAs you see, I have a lot of dreams and plans as to who I wish to become and how I hope to be perceived. I have already started to plan certain things like to start writing a journal, to send thank you letters and hand written cards, to finally get my room organised and to make it look more grown up… and to finally have a signature look/character trait/inspiring way of life. A way people can remember me by. I long ago established my bouncy and talkative personality for which many people know and appreciate me, but sometimes I wish to recreate old ways… I want to be known for who I am and no longer for who I am meant to/trying to be, for sometimes, once my spunkiness was established, I felt I could no longer be any different and was even introduced as “that girl who I once told you about”. It puts you under a lot of pressure when you know you absolutely must be happy 24/7…

And that is why I started to express myself through dance, and let myself get inspired by the Evil Eye and dramatic eyeliner. I adore what the Hamsa Hand and the Evil Eye represent and choose to wear it every day. Wearing bracelets has always been a thing people have known me for, and now I have established it further by adding meaning to it. I also love to wear the Om symbol – it reminds me to stay calm and collected throughout the day (not always successful, but at least I’m trying ;))

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Me at 15 – wearing bracelets

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me at 16 – wearing bracelets

And recently, the winged eyeliner has become my thing. Sometimes I keep it discreet, sometimes I tune it up with colours and mascara… but it is always there! And slowly I am creating my own look…
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With eyeliner wings distinguishing me and the Evil Eye protecting me, Anoushé xoxo

Thinking Out Loud Thursday

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1. I visited my old hiphop crew last Thursday with one of my dancer friends and have been convinced to join the class tonight again.

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We brought along a cake as a treat. It’s part of the tradition 🙂

2. I am so not a juice person.

IMG_1315I drank this beetroot, ginger, carrot, orange, apple juice last week and just wasn’t feeling it. Definitely more the smoothie type!

3. I ate sushi twice this week, both times with a best friend 🙂

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Goofing off is more than allowed when surrounded by people who love you no matter what…

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4. Let me introduce you to baby me, in love with my own feet:

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IMG_13685. Speaking of grandparents, my Oma and Opa – who visited last week – just sent us these pictures..

IMG_1352I guess I get the “goofy” genes from my grandfather 🙂 Isn’t it scary how similar my smile is to my father’s?

6. This is my failed attempt at getting my dogs to help me recreate the famous “dog beard”

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Here is the online link to people who were able to pull it off! 🙂

I felt nearly as frazzled as this little guy that I couldn’t pull it off!

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7. Have you ever taken a “buzz feed” quiz? Well I just took one that would tell you what “emoji emoticon” you were.. I couldn’t believe the accuracy!

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Also, some of the questions are quite funny. One was: what do you think about LOVE, and among the answers you could select one of these options…

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8. As always, I need to highlight doggy cuteness in these posts!

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Puppy Love ❤

9. I’m a pinterest-a-holic. And it doesn’t stop there: I also save the best images…These four are among my favourites this week:

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IMG_1366They’re all so true it hurts!

10. I always look forward to Thursdays! This post is so much fun to write and I love discovering new blogs through the link-ups!

With attitude and nail polish, Anoushé xoxo

Funky Friday – HipHop Minus the Swag

You know how when you claim to have been dancing HipHop since you were seven, people assume you are really good at it? Well, there came a time where I started to believe that I was good at it myself too…

Jazz Hands!

Jazz Hands!

I always stood at the front left. In performances I was placed centre stage. Mothers walked up to me and complimented my skills. Little kids stared in awe. These few affirmations led me to believe a career in dance could be quite probable. My dream of dancing for Michael Jackson constantly grew. When that was no longer possible I imagined myself the owner of a world-renowned dance company..

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Dance

When I left for New York, I left knowing I was at my best. Nothing could stop me – not even pure contemporary lessons and no more hiphop. I would return just as much a star!

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developé with a plié

I hadn’t danced hiphop since before my departure, in July.

My perception of my talents shattered this past Monday.

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Never did it dawn on me that I actually might suck at other kinds of hiphop… 

The warm up was fine, full of basic movements I was already familiar with: There was the wave, isolations, second position pliés – the works. I was feeling good, confident, myself. Contemporary and jazz are all great and all, but hiphop was the only dance I ever really felt comfortable in and it was amazing to finally be back at it…until we got to the choreography, aka my predestined meltdown.

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DANCE!

Some would say, it’s a new teacher, so I need to get used to his way of teaching before I can really get in to it. Agreed, that is important. But in this case specifically, I don’t think my movement mess-ups were due to the choreographer merely being a new acquaintance. No, I think my mishaps were more along the lines of “I have lost my swag, my coolness, my inner gangster, my hiphop-y-ness”… it wasn’t a good day.

I realised, by never ever testing the waters elsewhere, I had just plunged head first into a battle I could not win. 13 Years of only one hiphop style is a biggie. You don’t mess with that. And I did. Oops.

Back stretch..

Back stretch..

This never occurred to me while learning ballet, dancing jazz or rolling around in modern. There I always seemed to come to terms with the fact that “I was better at hiphop, I’m only here to have fun and not be amazing, I have more experience in hiphop etc etc”. I also always went to different teachers and somehow managed to cope. Knowing my “true calling” was actually more urban-based helped me keep my head up when I was stuck doing one pirouette in ballet while the rest was twirling 3. Monday changed everything. Monday told me that maybe I should rethink things…

I found myself suddenly feeling better in jazz.

Is a more classical path my actual calling after all? Maybe. But I will give myself one more chance and will brave the hiphop class once more, only this time I’m making sure to “swag myself out” in baggy pants, Adidas trainers and a gold chain necklace… superficial hiphop style might help me out a little 😉

With attitude and nail polish, Anoushé xoxo

Salted Chocolate Raspberry Brownie Oatmeal

You guys…

Remember that one time I went totally crazy and put avocado in to my smoothie? Well…

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Oops I did it again… only this time I put it into Oatmeal!

Photo on 24-01-14 at 15.52 #2I got the inspiration for this rad oatmeal from none other than the Oatmeal Artist herself. Her version is baked, but that didn’t stop me from using similar ingredients and cooking them in a pot!

Photo on 24-01-14 at 15.51I’ve always loved the combination of nut butter and raspberry. I’ve also always loved chocolate and raspberry. Did you know that when you combine cocoa with almond butter it tastes sort of like a brownie? And then you throw some raspberry jam in there and you get an oatmeal so spectacular that it reminds you of these brownies I made a few years ago for Valentine’s day…

Speaking of which, I might just have to make those again this year and eat the whole pan myself while watching Bridget Jones (#foreveralone)

Photo on 24-01-14 at 15.39 #3Anyhoo, these oats were great! I ate them before going to Barre à Terre and Jazz. That’s right, I went back to dance! It’s been a month since I’ve danced, and a few months since I’ve gone to my favourite studio, but the old me is back! I’ve gone to dance a couple of times since last Friday and am hooked again… sadly however, I’ve been neglecting the gym…

Stay tuned for this weeks Funky Friday where I will be giving a recap 🙂

Salted Chocolate Raspberry Brownie Oatmeal 

(serves 1, inspired by the Oatmeal Artist)

Ingredients

  • 1/2 cup oats
  • 1/3 avocado
  • 1 cup water or milk (or half/half)
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 tablespoon almond butter
  • 1 tablespoon cocoa powder
  • 1 tablespoon raspberry jam
  • 1 tablespoon maple syrup to sweeten, if necessary
  1. Bring the milk with vanilla extract to a boil and then add in the oats
  2. Once the milk has settled slightly stir in the almond butter, avocado and cocoa powder
  3. Cook until oatmeal has reached a creamy consistency
  4. Add in the raspberry jam
  5. Enjoy!

With attitude and nail polish, Anoushé xoxo

 

Funky Friday: I walk through life En Pointe!

Backlights off, stage lights on, the floor trembles from intense bass. The crowd roars as the show begins. Adrenaline floods my veins, sweat beads on my forehead. We dance, the focus of attention, high with pride. The hours of strenuous practice were worth it.

Exhilaration of performing is one aspect of dance, my passion for 14 years. Starting with classic ballet at 3, continuing with the more urban hiphop at 11, and adding modern, jazz, tango — everyone calls me dance-crazy. I find myself randomly practicing new moves, regardless of my surroundings.

Picture waiting for a bus and starting to rhythmically head-bop to some music.This meager bop becomes a roll of the neck and shoulders, then a rippling reaction in your arms, initiating a body wave, infecting the rest of your upper body with a Cambré, finally echoing in your feet, throwing in a rond de jambe here, a Moonwalk there or even a pirouette.

I’m not befuddled by my dance-outbursts because I walk through life en pointe.

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