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SUGAR SKULL | makeup tutorial
Halloween makeup: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZYnObPpkNQ
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Stealing MakeUp Looks!?
A quick update on how things have been and how they will continue + stealing makeup looks ? Click the link below to get to my vlog an YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_J7j8XvNQE
overnight Oats & Chia pudding
The best breakfast or as a healthy dessert idea, click on the link below to see how I make my rolled oats and chia pudding:
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Get Ready With Me
#GRWM (makeup) from beginning to end. Enjoy! xx ~Stanzi
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Diversity matters
”Why Does Everyone Look The Same?”
- Grace F Victory
This is one of the subtitles of Graces latest blogpost. Why am I borrowing it? I hear you wonder. Well, because she is annoyingly right in her question.
This is in regards to the bloggers blog awards shot list being announced this week and the lack of diversity in them can’t be ignored.
We can all do our bit here to shine light on the problem that so openly stared back at us. I won’t try to rewrite Graces text because she put it out good enough for everyone to understand the gist of this situation. I will however give you a small sample of how this affected me once.
*If you would like to read Graces blogpost you can find a link to it at the end of this text.*
Ten whole years ago I started a fashion and design blog. I wrote about different design and fashion houses, how they evolved, and how their style is a trademark for each individual designer. I wrote about clothing and furniture and jewelry too. The aspects of creating a brand and how to evolve it was what I wanted to write about. I soon noticed that the bigest hits and comments came whenever I wrote about fashion. So I slowly started to focus primarily on fashion, clothing and style. And slowly and steadily the blog was growing. I got people inviting me for fashion events in China, Spain and Germany. I had to decline them all because I had no income at the time that would allow me to drop my work for a few days and enjoy these events. What I regret more however is the behavior I encountered from agents in Sweden. I live in Sweden if you did not know, and at the time of me having said blog I lived in Stockholm.
When I realized that there was a potential for my blog to grow so much as to have event planers and companies reaching out to me I looked into pr and agency firms that at this time were starting to reach out and cater for bloggers. As a blogger the business beyond gathering content and posting it was beyond my knowledge back then and I wanted to look into getting the appropriate help for this. However every single one that got back to me said basically the same thing. ”They didn’t know what category to place me in and market me as” and when I replied fashion, their answer was that they already had fashion bloggers and I was writing differently from them and they did not believe they had the right people to help me.
My best friend Lina and mine arm placed side by side.
”I was writing differently”? each blogger should have their own voice. That I am a firm believer of. Don’t copy your content. If you write about similar or even the same thing, do it in a way that sets you appart from the rest. And now these agencies told me that I was different. Surely they should be wanted that? What point is it to work with yet another blogger that is the mimic of the others. In hindsight I realize that that is actually what they all wanted! One assistant had the decency to take me for a business fika to talk. It was not different from the other answers but she was kind enough to meet me in person and tell me that what she understood as being the problem was that they didn’t know what to do with me. Not because my content wasn’t good enough but because I did not fit their mold of a 20yr old Swedish woman and how could they sell that? The agency didn’t believe there to be a audience big enough for someone like me and they didn’t want to take the risk.
Not until she told me that did I realize that this was why everyone else had turned me down too. I did not fit their preconceived mold. What the - is that suppose to mean in 2010? I was too shocked at the time to do much about it. Not only that, I was not born with a quick business brain and at 22 I did not have the knowhow to get in touch with those agencies and set my point of view straight to their faces in this matter.
But I was confused, I was sad and angry - frustrated that all this time I spend on blogging, because it does take an enormous amount of time, not only on the content but to write and edit and the image layout and post at the right time and all that, was not really leading anywhere any longer because those who held the market did not find me interesting enough to make a place for me. I should have made a fuzz, I should have written names and companies out in black and white and I could and would have acted very much like a vindictive child and not really gotten anywhere with it anyway! But at times I wonder, if I back then would have highlighted what had happened to me, would it have made a difference? Would I have seen more diversity in the bloggs of today? As I wrote before, seven years later I realize that the sweet mainstream young white woman is what they wanted and still what they want it seems. Back then I kept my blog for two more years but it had reached it’s limit of all I could do to boost it and I was not feeling as invested as before. I had grown tired so one day I just decided it was done. I erased every trace of it that I could. I had grown too frustrated in doing something that I enjoyed when I just felt like I was trampling water - not getting anywhere.
Life took me to other places and different works and meetings with new and exciting people. All the while YouTube was growing.
I started a YouTube channel this past december. It’s fun. A small scale thing that I try to get done whenever I have the time to set up my camera and film something. It’s different from a blog. Sure, preparation and content all takes time here too but I am for the first time sharing me. My stuff, not highlighting others work. It’s different and sure I would love to work more with the design/fashion side of things but that requires contacts that I do not have and that also requires a financial situation that I too lack. But I am enjoying it. And a few months ago I decided to create a blog on the side of youtubing. The blogging world has changed tremendously since I left it. Just choosing where to have my blog was a knot that took me weeks to undo. Then I started slowly with placing my youtube content and Instagram feed into the blog. But what was I suppose to write about? Last weeks post was one that just landed on me and it felt easy once I knew the subject. This week I was dragging myself, all the time pushing the deadline for this weeks blog post. Then yesterday I read Graces blog, I looked at the twitter conversations that had been taking place and I genuinely decided what to write as I realized that here we are again. I’m not going to build my blog as I did back then, I don’t have the time to follow each fashion house as closely as I did ten years ago, but I am definitely making sure that I stay active this time around. Visible. Sure I still don’t fit ”their” mold of a blogger, I just need to do a quick search on Google to see that the Swedish and European bloggers still fall into that same category as they did in 2010. Nothing bad with that, I follow a few of them and I genuinely like them, they deserve their place. However, do they deserve it more then others just based on them fitting a mainstream notion of what is the norm? And around the world it looks pretty similar too! It’s a disgrace. And the agencies who work with these bloggers and search the internet to find new ones should feel a bigger shame than the one I know they don’t.
If the representation always looks the same, if all we see are young, white, 20 something women as being the representatives for every single woman on this planet then brands and companies will only create products that fit in to their daily life. And everyone outside that mold will never really be given their true right to exist to their fullest self.
I will never fit that mold even if I tried. Not by nature nor by design. Let’s do this: It would be a lie to say that your looks isn’t the first thing someone notices when looking at you on a blog, YouTube channel or in person. At first glance many people tend to believe I’m Asian, I’ve never minded that however I’m Latina, from Chile to be more precise. But I grew up in Sweden and going back to my ancestors I am Scottish and Italian, and Spanish and Native American and probably Asian and African too. If I go by my ancestors family names then I have jews, muslims, christians, pagan and native american roots. I have big dark brown eyes. A defined nose that is either Mapuche or Scottish (if not a mix of both). My skin is darker than light but lighter than dark. I’m 1.73m. I have wide shoulders and hips with a smaller waist. I have black hair with red (dyed) ends. My upper arms are thick and long sleeved shirts are always to short for my arms. I have a stern looking resting face but have a positive disposition and a genuine love of laughter (and books). I dress more modestly then not and I have six piercings in one ear and two in the other. I am as Swedish as all my white friends I grew up with. And yet if you look at me I am different from them by nature. I don’t mind that some of you see me as a foreigner. I have luckily (how this is in any way lucky is just another thing that shows us how wrong peoples perception of acceptance and norm is) only ever directly face to face encountered discrimination for my born looks four times in my life (counting the above experience together as one). When I was a teenager I encountered more negativity from people my own age on my looks but that was based on my style and makeup so it is a difference. Still pathetic to evaluate someone based ont their looks but one I create (style) the other I am born into. Yet I go into beauty shops and can’t find foundations dark enough for me. I can’t fit my jeans over my hips unless I go up in size but then they will be loose at the waist? I understand that ready to wear fashion is made after specific guidelines but why can’t those guidelines vary more? And why can’t brands make skin toned products that are for people of all colour too? I’m tired of always seeing those 10 shades of beige.
I love the way I look. I like that my features are a huge mix from all over this world but that does not mean I should be excluded form the conversation as it where. I do still live on this planet with all the others, and believe you me, white is not the only colour that should be catered for. This time, I’m here to stay. I’ll proudly do my bit to be visible, even if that means being a torn in the eye for some because the other choice is not an option any longer. It’s been ten years and nothing has changed in the blogging world. I will do my bit to make sure that when the next generation grows up they get to see more than a pale monochrome woman talking about fashion, design, arts and beauty in this industry.
Thanks so very much for reading this text. I’ll write to you again next week.
Stay amazing,
x ~Stanzi
I encourage you all to read Graces blogpost if you haven’t already done so, through the link here:
http://www.graciefrancesca.com/2017/08/lack-diversity-blogging.html
Grace also posted this list which I hope she won’t mind that I share with you:
How Do We Move Forward?
The question that I get asked time and time again is 'what can we do?' and my honest answer is 'I don't know'. The lack of diversity within blogging is a reflection of the world we live in. That, and the lack of appreciation/respect/understanding of POC and very little intersectional feminism understood and recognised by our white feminist sisters. These are all societal issues which have to change via movements, governments and the very system racism was born from. However, as a blogging community we can all do our bit to improve on the issues we are face re diversity.
Call out brands who don't produce makeup for POC
Call out brands who don't use POC in campaigns
Support your fellow bloggers when they are tweeting about their experiences as a POC
Do not disregard a POC feelings and experiences
Ask questions to POC when you feel like you need educating or you don't understand something that relates to them
Seek out content created by POC
Follow POC who actively talk about racism and prejudice
Read books on intersectional feminism
Recognise your white privilege
Recognise your light skin privilege
Celebrate diverse voices and opinions
Go to events that discuss the lack of representation
Read posts like this to educate yourself
Collaborate with more POC
Share content from your favourite POC
In anything you do, be inclusive of marginalised people (the less abled, fatter bodies etc)
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When dance is your air
So I’m really not that good with keeping up with the notion of having my tumblr as my blog. I always keep writing that I’ll do better but then I don’t! Sorry for that. However I am now starting with a blogpost once a week (apart from posting links of the uploads on my YouTube channel).
I as a person love art - all type of art. I love to paint and sketch with pencil. I love to design and sew. I love going to the theatre or to a concert. I absolutely love visiting galleries and museums. But few things exhilarates me as dance. To watch dance is something that activates every fiber in me. It’s like my brain is actually sending signals to every part of my body. I sit still watching yet I feel every movement as if I was doing them myself. It is an amazing experience.
More to it though is to dance myself. As a creative person I lived most of my life being creative in my head. I’ll paint and design too, but most things happen within me. That unfortunately was the thing that ruined any possible prospects to ever dance professional. I could dance in my head for hours or physically dance around alone in my room. Why I never voiced it aloud to my parents I genuinely don’t know? My sister danced for a few years. I can’t imagine my parents would have been opposed to me doing that too. Sure I did some dance with friends at school when I was about 10-12 years old, but that was more playing than actually taking classes.
But suddenly I was 20 and I decided that I wanted to properly learn to dance. Previously I had only observed and imitated. I looked online and found ballet classes for adults. So I started to dance. I loved it, 3 hours a week I’d practice in class and all the other days I would spend at least 2 hours dancing at home (I had a spacious living room at that time so it was really easy to work at it at home). I heard form my teacher that I had nice legs for ballet and a good drive. Yet I knew I was to old.
When I was 26 I suffered an injury to my right shoulder (not due to dance). More specifically to a nerve on the right side of my neck. The injury affected the whole right upper side of my torso. My neck, my chest, my shoulder - it all pained me horribly and after numerous doctors and about a year later they found what was probably causing the pain. A lot of physical therapy later and that aria is still very sore and it pains me every moment of every day. I have full mobility back in my arm, though some movements I have to take real slow. Strengthwise I can lift 2kg with my right arm before it raises the pain level. Yet, throughout the day the pain level can vary from one moment to the next. One minute I’m cooking and the next I can’t even lift my teacup! But when it comes to the physical therapy training. I can lift 2kg and that might not be that much for most but it’s taken me a long time and I’m really pleased about it. Sure I would love it if my recovery would go faster. And maybe if I had a different financial situation I could search for specialists and have more tests and stuff done to make the process faster. But as far as my reality goes. This is all I can do for now.
Obviously, when I got my injury, I could not do any of the dancing. No dance training whatsoever! Finally at 30 I hoped I had enough strength back in my core, shoulder and arm to try dancing again. The excitement, the nerves. The anticipation. It had been 4 whole years without any dance at all! I had my pointe shoes and gear. I had my will and I had my few years of dancing before the injury to rely on. I let both my dance teachers know that I had an injury and that I would be doing what I felt I could muster. They both understood and very much kept an eye out to make sure I didn’t do to much or pushed myself to hard. They were, and still are, amazing teachers and human beings (yes Natalie and Cristian I am referring to you two). I love them dearly and that is what you get form dancing. People who make sure that you learn, progress, and work at those things that are specifically each dancers challenges. They keep an eye on you and support you in a way that, unless you do dance, I don’t think you can ever understand. It is very vulnerable to express yourself through movement. One is so exposed and yet there has to be a total trust that your teacher will help you achieve any goal that you set up.
After my (unwilling) 4 year brake form dance, due to the injury, I started very slow in class. And only returned to pointe once Natalie and I believed I had built enough strength. My balance still remained a problem, and when I write balance I mean my back and my core strength. Due to the injury my entire right side had been left rather weaker. For day to day stuff, sure my left side can compensate for most things. When you are dancing however, your left side can’t do that. I have to be able to hold myself just as strong on my right as I do on my left.
Why was I suddenly inspired to write any of this? Well dear reader, I just started to watch World of Dance. The massive flow of inspiration and plain awe for these peoples talent suddenly made me realize that the blogpost I didn’t know what to write about was right there, in dance! So here I am writing. And I am not much for competitions. On telly or otherwise. Fine, I enjoy the Olympics, rugby (seriously, I love watching rugby) and I quite enjoy tennis too. But competing, like at school, was never my thing. I like pushing myself to be the best I can be (at whatever it may be) not push myself to be better than others. Fine sometimes pushing yourself you might end up being better than others, but at other things you might not be. Why sweat it! I’ve always had that mindset - push myself for my own sake and that alone. So would I, with that in mind, made it in the competitive world that it it to be a professional dancer had I started when I was a kid? I will never know - and I won’t cry about it. I would have loved to have had the chance though. I’d be lying if I wrote/said anything else. But I can’t change how it all turned out. All I can do I enjoy every moment I get to put those pointe shoes on and escape for a few hours through movement.
I’m 32 now, I have currently taken a break from classes, four dance classes a week is expensive and as a student I have had to give the classes up for now, but I work at my ballet every day at home and in the gym. Can’t wait to get back into class though, seeing the teachers and the other dancers - I miss them.
So what is it like to dance? Have you ever seen Billy Elliot (the movie)? When they ask him what he feels when he dances. I love that movie. For me, it is a liberation. Not only can’t you think of anything other than dance while you are i class. There is really no time to start thinking about “did I remember to buy milk?” or the like. You have to have 100 percent concentration in what you are doing and in what you are about to do next. How is my body, is my foot doing the right movement? Do I have a full extension on the leg? Is my arm position right? Are my hips squared? Are my fingers positioned correctly? Shoulders parallell? Don’t arch the back!! Remember your neck! And turn that head at the right moment. If you are not a dancer then this is genuinely what every little position and movement requires. Full consciousness of what every part of your body is doing. Through training we learn how it is supposed to feel like and it becomes second nature. Actually I think that for most dancers it becomes first nature! Everyday life apart from the dance studio is second nature. When you are a dancer it does consume most of you. But it’s not a bad thing. It just means that one might prioritize differently. If I know I have to workout at 6am then I will leave your dinner party at 10pm the night before. If I travel to visit my parents, then I will bring my full dance bag because I will do my stretches and work through positions everyday during that weekend. When I can’t bring it, or on those rare occasions when it does become impossible to find the time to do any dance workout. My entire body feels wrong. It wants to at least stretch for a good hour if I can’t do more. To dance is like life itself. I can’t really put into words how I feel when I dance. There aren’t any words that I know of that can truly express the euphoric relation between when your mind makes your body dance. But it is the closest I come to feeling art. This is why there has to be disciplin, why we train so much. So that we get to a point of where we can totally rely on our muscle memory to do those things we’ve trained and re-trained in class. That is how we can dance to our fullest and actually become art. And as I wrote in the beginning, I love all kinds of art. Yet when I dance it’s like I can see a painting, and be each colour in that painting, and I can watch Othello and feel every inch of Desdemonas struggle for life, I can hear Beethovens piano sonata (any and all of them) and play it at the same time, and yet “all I am doing” is dancing. It’s as if every artistic expression can be felt trough the movement of dance all at once. It is one of the most amazing feelings and it fills me and completes me like nothing else does. It is the love of my life but like any other relationship, it requires constant work to make it flourish.
I’ll say good night now. Because as I write this I still want to see another episode of World of Dance and it’s already 10pm. And guess what, I have to be at the gym at 6am tomorrow (no joke). For me dance is as vital as air, I need dance to live!
Stay amazing,
x ~Stanzi
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