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b.log by amanda maciel antunes d.aMa brings contemporary sensibilities to suit creative women. E-mail me antunesama@gmail.com.

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If I get married, I want to be very married.

Audrey Hepburn

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Look who I found in Harvard Square. Couldn’t have better luck!

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Train ride.

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American School

Costumes added to my confidence. I’m one of those girls that feel naked wearing a pair of jeans and t-shirt. Flip-flops? Forget it. I once had to go to American Schools with clothes designed by the tropics. They were always dresses, skirts, silky blouses and lots and lots of colors which only the “latins” would appreciate. To be dressed, in my case, has a poetic significance. I can’t wear ordinary clothes, not because I think it’s awful. No. But I have no confidence in who I am if the process of dressing is a silent and pale significance. In American School I never wore what everybody wore so the fact of not speaking the language was a bit forgotten. And then remembered, when PROM came and I had to go with this Italian guy whom I can’t remember the name. I didn’t speak Italian either. I faked it.

The first time I wore jeans in front of my American boyfriend he looked rather amazed. I looked rather uncomfortable. I wanted immediately striking clothes so he would assume the responsibility of taking my arm in the streets.

Now I invent things to wear. Not just for my own confidence but other women’s confidence. And most of the time it works. They look at themselves rather amazed. It’s poetic.

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That’s the danger of it. It prepares you to live, but at the same time, it exposes you to disappointments because it gives you a heightened concept of living. (….) Art is the prescription for sanity and relief from the terrors and pains of human life.
— From The Diary of Anais Nin. ( today I felt my past like a wearable weight…interfering with the present life. Anais’s diary shows me that this must be the cause for this withdrawal, my closing the doors).
permalink The island. (from the archives)

The island. (from the archives)

permalink I was invited to collaborate in a Brazilian Editorial for Man’s fashion online. They recruited me as the exiled Brazilian in USA (just kidding…I’m not sure how it all happened but I’m loving it!!! ;) I’m so excited and here’s my first collaboration. I’m writing alongside with fashion designers, filmmakers and artists from my mother country (I’ll be talking about them separately for sure!) and it feels great to work in this project with beautiful people that actually speak my language..it kind of gives me hope to feel closer to home. If you speak or read Portuguese….Check it out!!!! It’s called MODA PARA HOMENS created by the wonderful writers and musicians Guilherme Cury and Erika Hans.

I was invited to collaborate in a Brazilian Editorial for Man’s fashion online. They recruited me as the exiled Brazilian in USA (just kidding…I’m not sure how it all happened but I’m loving it!!! ;) I’m so excited and here’s my first collaboration. I’m writing alongside with fashion designers, filmmakers and artists from my mother country (I’ll be talking about them separately for sure!) and it feels great to work in this project with beautiful people that actually speak my language..it kind of gives me hope to feel closer to home. If you speak or read Portuguese….Check it out!!!! It’s called MODA PARA HOMENS created by the wonderful writers and musicians Guilherme Cury and Erika Hans.

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I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.
— Andrew Wyeth (via liquidnight) (via bohemea) (via wutheringworlds) (via fairphantom)
permalink (from the archives). Martha’s Vinyard has been a place of peace and good company since my first visit. Picture taken last year during the beginning of Winter.

(from the archives). Martha’s Vinyard has been a place of peace and good company since my first visit. Picture taken last year during the beginning of Winter.

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Christianity?

Communion was the greatest event when I was 12. I was elevated with the idea of eating Jesus’s flesh and drinking his blood. How cool is that?! On my knees I confessed my undos and bad behavior to the priest but I couldn’t remember anything to tell him…so I said: “I’m told to be an “A” grade student…and so I am. But when I’m not I invent things to look better in the eyes of my father, so he won’t crucify me for taking C in Chemistry”. Yes. I used the word crucify thinking the priest would like that. I guess the priest didn’t think I sinned much so he released me right away. And I visualized Christ so realistically coming to me and holding my hands to eat his body. It all sounds so creepy now. But it was so beautiful at the time. I fancied that if I had not been a good Catholic I would go to hell and not deserve his flesh.

Now, I’m 23. I’m still going to church. But I can’t visualize him anymore. Have I not been good? Probably not. I probably failed more Chemistry tests and then reality showed up to fail all over me. Sometimes I’m not sure why I go to church. Sometimes people look at me like I have a huge pumpkin in my head for going to church. But I do. And I like it there. Not because I visualize Christ (I tried, but I guess I don’t have the talent). It’s because I’m trying to understand. And I have tried since I eat that flesh and told the priest it didn’t taste like anything. I have tried sitting by my grandma and spying on her prayers. What was she doing that I wasn’t? What was I missing? What have I done that nothing seems to make sense. If that is not enough to question…I don’t know what is.

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Kelsey Van Mook in Chanel Spring 2010

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Kelsey Van Mook in Chanel Spring 2010

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Fashion is architecture: it is a matter of proportions.
— Coco Chanel (via bethanyjohnson)
permalink Jennifer Connely and David Bowie in Labyrinth. Saw this movie a few weeks ago (I know I know It’s old school…but don’t forget I didn’t grow up watching Holly-freak-wood) and is simply incredible in costumes, music and fantasy. Bowie’s attires always inspired me, but he’s especially ornamented in this movie. Lovely Jennifer, very bad acting…but who cares if she looks that beautiful…right?! ;)

Jennifer Connely and David Bowie in Labyrinth. Saw this movie a few weeks ago (I know I know It’s old school…but don’t forget I didn’t grow up watching Holly-freak-wood) and is simply incredible in costumes, music and fantasy. Bowie’s attires always inspired me, but he’s especially ornamented in this movie. Lovely Jennifer, very bad acting…but who cares if she looks that beautiful…right?! ;)