Fireworks.

A little fun in our lives wont hurt us.  On Saturday I attended the Electric Daisy Carnival...it was chaotic!  Mud everywhere, people dancing their heart outs, carnival rides, vein bursting good music...  Had a great time with some lovely friends.  Sorry to keep this post short, I'm running late for university.  I hope you guys had a beautiful weekend :)

Stay Lovely,

Francheska Natalia

The Last of the Romantics.

Zara Maxi Skirt, Material Girl Bow Cropped Tee

To feel the lightweight fabric be one with the wind.  Take its shape, feel its emotions...  There is nothing more perfect than the most comfortable outfit you've ever worn.  To have that easiness and chicness come together without hesitation.  For me, that's amore!  There's this quote my mum sent me yesterday via text, it reads: "Fashion, by which what is really fantastic becomes for a moment universal." - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.  Nothing more truthful and filled with wisdom than those words from Oscar.  I dare you to read a good book and incorporate the taste from the pages to your next outfit choice.  Let the words caress the soul.

Stay Lovely,

Francheska Natalia

Charm.

Classic Charm. - F.N.

I have been leaning towards that classic sharp black and white ensemble.  The structure, those minuscule details... things that scream polished.  I'm not one to be infatuated by neon, shocking colors.  To be frank, they scare the crap out of this little person here.  I like to keep that certain mystery, that charming je e sais quoi.  It is utmost important for me to remain true to my mantra:  Less is more... the less you show the more they want to know.  Why be an open book?  Let mystery take control.

Stay Lovely,

Francheska Natalia      

Coveting: Lush Colors.

Lush Colors by: F.N.

The leaves are revamping, the wind is charismatic... The colors of Fall have swept me into a blissful coma.  Oh! How I adore those deep lush colors.  They bring warmth to the sadness that cunningly creeps around.  The season where the most beautiful clothes come at our reach.  There is nothing a cup of coffee and beautiful fabrics won't fix.

Stay Lovely,

Francheska Natalia

La Vie en Rose.

To walk the streets of Paris...  Those peculiar cobblestones, the pale architecture.  There is nothing more magical than Paris at midnight.  Today, I had myself a Parisian day.  Went to see Midnight in Paris and later on had a lovely lunch at Madeleine's Bistro.  It's a lovely little french restaurant with the most exquisite sandwiches and pastries.  As a true coffee addict, I ordered the tallest one to refill my energy for the day.  There's just something about Édith Piaf singing La Vie en Rose and just gazing out the window watching leaves gracefully intertwine with the wind.  To watch simple beauty, it's a masterful act to reserve as a beautiful memory.  I believe in the simple joys life grants throughout the days of our lives.  I believe in La Vie en Rose!  

Myself after such a lovely day.

Stay lovely,
Francheska Natalia

Dazed.

Critical heartbeats flourished down the tips of my body.  My thoughts, on the verge of extraction. It is always the similar dream, the indistinguishable silhouette. Creep around a maze you've created; my brain has given up it's ability to function.  Acid spills on moments that seem to been abandoned.  A flick of the switch, smoke appears.  Inhaling the toxins dispersed around the emptiness of desire.  Inhale, exhale...  I wish to die a slow death.  Prefer to see you suffer while I rise above the debris.  No, there isn't a smile that appears across this mere countenance.  Just a simple sigh and silence of a lovers past fervor. 

Stay Lovely,

Francheska Natalia

Plume.

A white blank page, eyes keep widening at the dullness it shouts from the edges.  I do not think neither do I create.  The drips of the ink start a continuous melody.  I can't but repeat with raspings of contact between nail and wood.  Long and endearing, I seem to form ideas; they transport into holograms lurking throughout reality.  Yet, the paper still dull, preloved by wrecked nights.  No form of contact has ever been made.  Yearning for strokes he lays gracing the shape of the moon.  Hours gently weep the dissatisfaction I have created, leaving the hopes to scrabble the fates.  A lift of the plume and a smudge appears on white.  With precise motion it falls to the end surrounding all edges.  No drip but a continuous emotion.        

- Francheska Natalia.

Blindness.

She walks in beauty throughout the purple haze.  There may be no other realm to posses what my body wishes to have felt.  No other scent, no other freckled face would have created the amount of joy these pupils have grasped.  A small dose of your charm can turn the foulest monster into a God.  With a grace so pure I become possessive.  To know you are mine, not to be shared.  A slight curve draws across my mouth.  You are not a trophy, you are a gift.  Delicate in pale skin.  The loveliest specks of green the light shines in your eyes.  I am but a mere fool if I let you out of my sight.  A promise from me to the most deepest of wishes of time.  I ask for you not to remove her from this life.  My immortal being, I ask moments of bliss with this beauty.  She is but a loving soul that has taken me from the hole I once slept in.  I beg, I plead... this is not vanity for I see what lies in her heart.  Her beauty blooms from within all throughout.  Found the one, never to let her go.  I ask to bask in the warmth she gives the cold.   

Stay Lovely,
Francheska Natalia

Eyes.

I would love to be inside those eyes you hide.  The ones who only seem to become visible within my reach.  They are beautiful hiding thoughts I have the key to unlock.  I'd stand by your side in a way so full of love and grace your only choice is to give into my warmth.  Flowers burst from your words, a gentle blooming of the origin deep within a soul.  Sharing glances, smiles after your body descends across the pale tiles.  Frigid you seem to come across, in such an intriguing manner though.  I wanted to keep sharing those glances, keep seeing your face, the expressions on them.  Seconds passed now it's over, I'm left with music and words to be inspired over.  If you would pass again by this dark wooded table I'd ask for your name.  I would not sit back and wonder what passes through your brain.  Here I am still seated in this chair in the same wooded table listening to a song watching the people pass by hoping if I'll see those eyes.

Just a little thing I wrote a few months ago.

Stay Lovely,
Francheska Natalia

A sprinkle of Italiano.

Vodka Carbonara with Cranberry and Nut Salad.

The other day I made a delicious household specialty called Vodka Carbonara.  A simple bow tie pasta with a gentle twist.  Took the liberty to share this recipe with you lovely readers.  Hope you enjoy and Salud!

Ingredients

1 box of dried pasta (bow tie)

1 pound of ground beef (turkey)

12 oz of marinara sauce or all ready made vodka sauce

2 tbsp of vodka (if using the regular sauce)

2 handfulls of mozzarella cheese

1-3 tbsp of powdered garlic, onion, pepper (depending on your taste)

A dash of cayenne pepper

1 packet of Sazon

First take the ground beef and start to gently massage it using your hands.  Add the servings of garlic, onion, pepper, cayenne and Sazon to the meat.  Work it all the way making the spices blend evenly with the meat.  Make sure you have preheated the skillet to a medium high heat and boiling heat for the pasta.  Add some butter to the skillet and place the meat in it.  Start breaking through the pieces making it appear into tiny bits of ground beef.  Continue doing so for about 10-15 mins.  When reached that brown color turn the stove to a low heat.  Add the pasta to the boiling water, let it cook for the established time (10-12 mins for al dente).  When finished drain the pot with the pasta and toss the pasta back in the pot (make sure to turn the stove into a medium heat.  Add the sauce and the tbsp of vodka, mix.  Add the handful of cheese and throw in the all ready cooked meat, mix.  When done mixing place the pasta into whichever plate desired.  You can top it off with a dash of Parsley and a bit of cheese as garnish.  Voila, Vodka Carbonara.

Stay lovely,

Francheska Natalia

Wishing and Hoping.

I need to get out more.  To take breaths of fresh air, appreciate what surrounds my skin.  These last few days staying at home being warped into the world of the internet has driven me crazy.  I utterly dislike feeling useless and nevertheless a couch potato.  I'm not up to my full potential, can't even pick up and read a good book.  Honestly, I want adventure, I want laughter, I want exciting activities to cherish.  Wishing and hoping for a lovely change.

Took the liberty to snatch up some photos.  Here is my outfit from today, slouchy and comfortable :)

Stay Lovely,
Francheska Natalia

Imagination

I've been in a form of hiatus.  My summer has consisted of staying in bed reading magazines and being addicted to the Style.com app.  Until I get that burst of imagination where it rightfully belongs, here are some inspiring photos I hope you'll love.

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stay lovely,

Francheska Natalia

The return of the blogger.

Hello lovelies,

I've been caught up with university finals, personal situations that were not needed and a state of mind that was not the best for my way of life.  I hope all of you are good.  To be honest I miss words, I miss being able to express my most honest thoughts into works of art.  Writing is the loveliest way to express oneself.  I'll  keep this short, let's start by giving you an update with whats going on in my life.  My poems finally got published, Saterias is now a hand held book.  I'm so proud I cried the day I received the book.  It has three poems I wrote and dissected.    One of my good friend's sister is starting a small production company.  She is in post production for a short film that I will be the stylist of.  Next week I'll start preparing some hair ideas for the actors of the film.  So EXCITED about that!  Last of all is the job hunt, I'm applying to my favorite stores:  West Elm, Zara, Keihls... If they had an H&M in Puerto Rico or a Topshop OH! they would be my first choice!!  Well, that is basically it.  I just started my first week of summer, hopefully it will be a great one to date.

Stay lovely,
Francheska Natalia

Reincarnation.

I have been awoken from this rapture you have created so long ago.  It was a form of clouded judgement, been beating myself down for creating images of futures intertwined.  A bit twisted I have been, I was falling to a place where I wanted to be saved from.  I took my eyes off you and bittersweet tears ran across my face.  All this happened yesterday in the back of my car.  I gazed along the lights and drifted away with my memory to be detained.  I did not think of you no more, started to move on.  Began to be aware of myself more.  I want to express my love, I want to express all that I stand for.  Creativity rushed my skin, it boiled in the veins.  The flashes of light captured still images of what is inside.  Buried all the demons who tried to leave me without air.  I now see what I want, it is my utmost desire... undefined wonders.

Stay lovely,
Francheska Natalia

Reflections.

I tend to drift away when speaking...

The tiniest things capture my attention ever so gently, as if they move at a beautiful speed. Time stands still while the most perfect instrumental piece would start playing with the rush of the winds. Seeing the petals floating, dancing... a lovely spectacle to be mesmerized over. Ludovico Einaudi's Nuvlole Bian starts playing with a slight crescendo after each note. It was the most perfect moment I had for myself. Where you can appreciate the imagination that escapes throughout ones body.

You know that glorious feeling when wind sweeps away the fabric from your body, forming a pleasurable wave of relief and joy. Those little forms of ecstasy life gives. The sense of feeling alive, feeling grand. Today, I enjoyed a breath of fresh air and exhaled life's worries and pains.

 Stay lovely,

Francheska Natalia

Springtime in Paris.

My thoughts are filled with moving pavements, glitter in the air, pale architecture.  I long for Parisian nights, a city so enchanting it makes me fall in love with its' culture, history, people, art.  Here are some inspirational pictures that fill my heart with that lovely je ne sais quoi.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Joie de vivre.

'ello lovelies, I am back from a long and unwanted vacation.  I've been on a search for what's within my soul.  Unleashing the creativity from the mind.  That has been a cause from the people who have entered and the ones who have said unexpected farewells.  There's a time where one has to lay in bed and think about those who surround your life.  After all they are the ones who can make or end a day with certain moods you've never experienced before.  All I say is choose who you get close to carefully, be wise, be caring.  At times one has to be a little egoistic when it comes to those who come inside the heart. 

 My love for Parisian and New York nights has increased by the milisecond.  The culture, paintings, people, and most importantly the STYLE has taken my heart for the kill.  I am forever theirs and they are forever mine.  It's a very nonchalant care these two types of cities portray.  It has influenced my choice of clothing in a way I am very pleased with.

The reason for my unexpected leave has been the lack of words that flow through these hands.  Personal family situations have affected my reasons for just doing the things I love.  Distractions have been nothing but useless when life changing actions surprise your existence.  If you comfront them I promise the reward is worthwhile.  I've been more at peace with myself and been expressing more love to those who make my day and more love to my own persona.  It is crucial to believe in oneself to reach those dreams you set out to become reality.

Keep dreaming those dreams, loves

- Francheska Natalia.

Emotions.

These past few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions.  Those emotions have led me to write out my feelings more.  I've turned into a sappy person.  My choice of music has also changed, I've been leaning toward the acoustic Cocoon type of style.  A bit more french in my life I say.  I believe if you feel something one should say it or just write it.  Anywho, I'm running away from the subject...

Yesterday I had myself a beautiful day.  I found out my favorite blogger wrote me back saying I made her day with the message I left her.  On the contrary she made my DAY by just reading the message.  That's not all, I also wrote to StyleCaster which is an online blog type of magazine.  They recently did an article introducing the 50 Most Stylish New Yorkers.  It is remarkable, not lying.  Well, the amazing people behind StyleCaster read my message and wrote back.  The best thing about this is...they are following my tumblr.  Which I say it is pretty pretty amazing and ever so lovely.

I had a good cry yesterday, finally noticed that my life is on the track I want it to be since I was seven years old.  Even though my romantic life isn't that much of a ball, the writing it has been letting me create is wonderful.  I kind of have that to be thankful for.    

Stay lovely,
Francheska Natalia

The lovely comes from within.

I want to share some exciting news.  Today I just found that my poetry class is going to be publishing a book and in it includes three poems written by me.  I just bursted out with excitement.  It's as if the world is giving me what I've always wanted.  The feeling of owning a book and knowing that you are co creator of it...well, it's a glorious feeling.

Ok ok back to the main issue :)  Last Saturday I probably changed outfits one too many times.  There was this volcanic eruption of clothes on my bed and then I saw.... the most perfect shorts ever a bit highwaisted and paperbagish.  I had an itch to wear something floral and everything just collided.  It was perfection.  Yes, I have a tendency to fall in love with clothes.  I wore this outfit with my favorite cognac oxfords.  It was the perfect blend of european street fashion.

It's a bit weird...when I put on certain outfits it's as if I transform into someone else.  I personally believe clothing can change your emotions.  It has something to do with your mantra and soul.  When I shop for clothes I feel an instant connection, as if the blouses, skirts, pants talked to me.  It's that connection that has led me to have beautiful pieces of clothing.

Newfound Glory.

These past few days I've been down with a cold and been dealing with college headaches.  I found time to get gussied up and go out.  My parents always say "Even if you are going grocery shopping, find time to be your loveliest self".  I find that actually quite motivating.  So, I got up from my depression coma and saw a new day.  I always tend to go as natural as possible.  The ability that makeup should achieve is to enhance the beauty you already posses.

For inspiration these days I've been leaning towards Olivia Palermo classy style.  She is the definition of New York City Chic.  Everything is polished and prepped.  Not once does she not look flawless.

I adore this woman so much it's unbelievable.  She knows how to look amazing even if it's a simple T-shirt and some pants.  She pulls it off with confidence and grace.  I believe young women should stop idolizing these pop stars: Miley Cyrus, Kesha, Nicky Minaj... and look up to these remarkable people such as:  Olivia Palermo, Audrey Hepburn, Keira Knightley, Emma Watson... these women clearly know how to capture attention by having taste and not reaching a certain vulgarity.