Sunset on the roof

Sunset on the roof

Play the song here:


 Bine v-am gasit pe blog.

In drum spre Cluj, auzeam la radio o istorisire despre vechile obiceiuri ale nobililor chinezi care obisnuiau sa se intruneasca pentru a gusta noi combinatii de ceai. Acest ritual avea loc din timp in timp, in casa fiecaruia. Zilele treceau si fiecare dintre ei cauta cele mai sofisticate si mai scumpe plante pentru ziua in care semenii le treceau pragul. Ultimul dintre ei, servise un ceai simplu, iar conform traditiei, dezbaterile au inceput. La sfarsit toti au ramas placut surprinsi de aroma placuta ceaiului si erau curiosi sa afle care sunt ingredientele magice, caci nici unul nu le putea spune pe nume. Gazda se intoarce atunci spre ei, cu ceasca de ceai in mana si le spune: “Acest ceai e facut din cele mai simple ingrediente… (Tacerea cuprinde camera.) Este acelasi ceai pe care il beau fermierii pe plantatie…”

Vocea de la radio incheie intr-un fel melancolic amintind de cat de mult conteaza lucrurile simple… Si emisiunea continua. Uneori, cand ma aflu atat de des pe drumuri, singura in masina, nu ma pot abtine sa nu ascult si alte frecvente, mai putin comerciale, poate mai putin interesante pe alocuri, care te tin insa intr-o poveste continua pana la destinatie si iti amintesc de replici din Filantropica (uite-aici, 35:18, 36:21, biletul de tramvai). In fine, n-am cum sa nu spun asta, teatrul radiofonic ma atrage pentru ca ascultam multe povesti pe vinil atunci cand eram micuta – de la Alba ca Zapada, Punguta cu doi bani sau Ursul pacalit de vulpe la Povestea Porcului sau Scufita Rosie… si nimic nu se compara cu simplul fapt ca poti sta intinsa in pat si poti avea parte de un exercitiu de imaginatie ascultand povesti sau teatru… (da, chiar si la varsta asta!) Tot in drum spre Cluj ma gandeam la ceea ce va scriu acum si incercam sa memorez prima parte, pe care o auzisem la radio…  Acum ca v-am scris, ma bucuram pentru faptul ca nu am folosit nici un accesoriu in fotografiile cu rochia BaliGreen, ma bucura simplitatea lor si modul in care rochia iese in evidenta, deasupra orasului. Sper ca fotografiile sa va duca acolo cu mine, pe acoperis, unde ma aflam alaturi de Bianca Martin, uitandu-ne cum apune soarele peste orasul in care ne-am nascut si unde am crescut…

Cel mai probabil e acelasi acoperis pe care-am fost atatea nopti cand abia intrasem la liceu. Adevarul e ca orice oras se vede mai frumos si mai simplu de sus:

Hello dear readers. 

On my way to Cluj, I heard a story on the radio about the old Chinese tradition of gathering to taste various new teas. This occasional ritual was practiced by nearly everyone in their own homes. As the days passed, every person tried to find the best and the most sophisticated plants in order to create the perfect tea to please their visitors. However, in the home of one Chinese family, a simple tea was served. At that point, according to tradition, the debate to figure out who had the best tea had begun. In the end, everyone was pleasantly surprised at the refreshing aroma of the tea and remained curious to discover the mystery ingredients. The host turned towards his guests with a cup of tea in his hand and said: “This tea is made from the simplest ingredients…(silence overspread the room.) It is the same tea the farmers drink on the plantation…”

The voice on the radio slowly dimmed down to a melancholic tone, reminding us that the simple things do matter…and the radio show continued. Oftentimes, when I find myself on the road, lonely in my car, I like to listen to other radio stations which receive less attention than others, the ones that tell a story to keep you busy until you reach your destination and remind you of a scene from Filantropica (look here, 35:18, 36:21, the bus ticket). After all, I enjoy listening to these theatre-like radio shows because of my childhood fascination with stories and tales– from Snow White, Punguta cu doi bani (a fable told by the famous Ion Creanga, a Romanian writer) or Ursul pacalit de vulpe (by Ion Creanga, once again) or the famous Little Red Riding Hood. Nothing compares to tucking yourself in a cozy bed while allowing your imagination to run free as you listen to a tale to remind you of the carefree days of childhood (yes, even at this age!). Anyways, let’s get back on track—on my way to Cluj, I tried my best to memorize what I had heard on the radio in order to write you this post. I was happy and pleased with my decision of not using any accessory in the photographs with the BaliGreen dress. I hope the photographs allow you to savor the moment when I, along with Bianca Martin, found ourselves on the rooftop deck gazing at the beautiful sunset over the city in which I grew up in. This was most likely the same rooftop I frequented many nights right when I started high school. The truth is that any city appears more beautiful when seen from above:

Enjoy the pictures & the song:








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Photographer & Edit: Bianca Martin 

MUA: Loredana Lupea / MAC Cosmetics – Iulius Mall

Dress: Alina Ceusan BaliDress in Bali Green

Location: Targu Mures

Shop my BaliDresses Capsule Collection here. The Bali Green dress will be available starting tomorrow, on Diva Charms, but I wanted you to have a 1st look at it here, on our blog. 


Eu inca fredonez piesa. Astept sa ajunga si Carmen la mine sa discutam mai pe larg despre TheBlogSale. Am lansat site-ul in aceasta dimineata si chiar daca inca avem activa doar partea de accesorii, eu ma bucur sa il vad gata si functionabil. De aici lucrurile vor merge de la sine. Dar mai multe despre THE BLOG SALE, alta data…

I still listen to this song. I am waiting for Carmen to arrive so we can talk about TheBlogSale. I launched the website this morning, and even though only the accessory section is currently active and available, I am happy to see at least this part up and running. From here on, things will run more smoothly. You’ll hear more about THE BLOG SALE at a later date…


Piesa e pentru Raul.

Fotografiile si textul pentru voi. O seara frumoasa!




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