“It’s both humiliating and humbling to discover that a single generation after the events that constructed me as a public personality, I am remembered as a hairdo.” Angela Davis
I reposted this outfit because it’s such a trusty ‘go to’ easy to wear, extremely versitile look. I was able to pack everything I needed for a seven day visit to Paris in the bag hanging from my hand. A cap, heaps of bracelets, rings, gold hoop earrings, couple of tanks/tops, birkenstock, philosophy sandals, two Martin Margelia dresses (which I rolled) 2 white jeans and presto! Wearing my trusty doo.Ri ruched-midsection top with blue Uni Qlo cardigan. Bag: Dooney & Bourke – Sandals: Birkenstock – Top: doo.Ri – Cardigan: Uniglo
Copacetic Copenhagen by Cecille Swayneson
Copacetic Copenhagen called and I followed. Actually I was in London and decided on a whim to visit my friend in Denmark. I always feel as if I have to take advantage of being away and if I can fit another country in, I do, because I never know when I will be back. It’s easy traveling between countries in Europe and Norwegian Air makes the connection stress free and reasonably priced. I decided to hang around Copenhagen before moving on. It’s an easy city to love and travel without a partner. Contained yet not claustrophobic. Nothing like buzzy London. The vibe is refreshingly chilled, the scenery beautiful, the people warm and the city exceedingly clean. From the moment I arrived I felt welcomed. The first giveaway was the custom officer who had a hugh smile and waved me through. Yes!
I could go on about how cool Copenhagen is, but why bother when the trusty The Lonely Planet will provide all needed information. There were two incidents I wished I knew prior to my trip becuase they were a bit annoying so I’m going to pass them on. Everyone speaks English…very well. But that’s not what I want to inform you about. The good news is, if you get hung up on something, you can turn to anyone and most likely they’ll be able to help you sort out whatever the issue is.
Attempting to use the public phone was a nightmare. Everything was written in Danish. All the instructions. What was up? Had they not considered visitors staying with Danish friends? Or not having access to an international phone.
I bought a SIM card at the Copenhagen airport for the cell phone I had picked up at Victoria Station in London – Unfortunately the SIM card I purchased was useless because some extra, extra special code was needed to work in tandem with the SIM code in Denmark. And dammed if I knew where to get access to that code. Make sure the vendor install card and it’s functioning before venturing off. Or you will be stuck with a useless phone like I was. But I was able to work around that glitch by borrowing a gentleman’s cell phone on the train. He was understanding and gracious. So give yourself enough time (if you can) to sort out your phone accessibility especially if you are meeting up with friends hours away.
I’m about to let you know about the second incident but thought I should mention the subway stations, which are super modern, and efficiently ran; I can’t imagine the escalator breaking down ever!
The stations are beyond clean, spotless, spacious and fantastic. Will New York City ever get a decent subway system? If not now, I doubt ever. This tiny country puts the ‘greatest city in the world ‘to shame.
While we are on the topic of trains, make sure you purchase your ticket before you get on the train. Why? Seats are assigned to prepaid ticket holders. You may be on the train for a good hour digging the scenery and all of a sudden someone shows you their ticket and kindly ask you to vacate your cozy spot. You are sitting in their seat. Likelihood you may not be able to sit for an hour or so. My friend had not informed me about this system, so be forewarned.
I couldn’t help but notice whilst walking around Copenhagen, the numerous Joe and the Juice Bars. They caught my eyes because it seemed the perquisite for working there is to be devastatingly handsome. Nikolaj Coster-Waldau of Game of Thrones comes to mind but younger, much younger. The place has great coffee, freshly made juice, and great eye candies.There’s something comforting about the old world charm, the cobblestones streets and beautiful facades and smack in the middle some very modern architect, something along the line of the uber modern subway stations exterior or an impeccable designed store
with beautifully displayed cutting edge designs. Yet, nothing feels staid. Kinda like the people who have an innate sense of style. Throwaway style comes easily to the Danes. It’s common to see friends standing in a square or street chatting away, propped up by their trusty bicycles looking naturally cool.
Treat yourself to a laid-back trip and check out the music festivals held in the summer if you’re into that sort of thing. Major fun, the Danes know how to party like no one else. They can go for hours on end without wilting. No problem. Just groove to the music, dance, laugh, have drinks and hang with friends.
Beautiful facade of the Mathias Hansen House built and named after the mayor in 1616
The perquisite for working at Joe & The Juice is that you be devastatingly handsome
Pictures: Cecille S
The Last Waltz by Cecille S.
Me taking a photo of #BillCunningham taking a photo of me leaving the memorial service for Eileen Ford on 5th Ave. I first met Bill when he came over to introduce himself after a #BetsyJohnson show I had participated in.Betsy was mad for #RoxyMusic, ‘Love is the Drug,’ and had the song blasting nonstop throughout the show. I was an adventurous teenager and had recently moved from #Jamaica and was open to all things new and lovely. My eccentric and creative #genius #photographer friend #ArielSkelly had introduced Betsy to me who used me in most of her shoots and ads. Betsy took me on the #MervGriffen show with her and had me by her side while Merv interviewed and asked her and myself questions. I was toasted but happy and I opened the show on roller skates even though I didn’t know how to skate. I drank copious amount of champagne to add ‘courage’ once I realized we would be on wheels. God Bless Betsy, for having total confidence in me not crashing into the audience. She was a cool motherf-ker! They don’t make them like her anymore!
Bill gave me walking tips and other ‘advice’- he truly had a gentle heart and was insightful, visionary, unpretentious and kind. He continued photographing me over decades, most often on 57 Street. I never thought anything of him taking photos of me. And never tracked the photos. I wasn’t interested in the finished projects. It was just a part of the adventure of my life in New York City. The (always) unexpected interaction with him which was innocent and sort of a life-affirming validation that we were connected in a pure way. There was a child-like innocence to Bill and I believed he saw the same in me. We just loved. And we loved effortless beauty, genuine style, and sweet characters. I don’t know if he was working for the New York Times then and I didn’t care. I used to wear the most beautiful fitted cocktail dresses during the daytime with bubble gum pink, blue, gold, turquoise stilettos. I had received a collection of beautifully made dresses from a friend’s grandmother who had duplicate outfits made in different colours, bright bubble gum pink, navy blue and cream dresses, all with cropped jackets, which I mixed and matched with funky and beautiful accessories. Sometimes I wore modified suede brown cowboy boots I had found in #Florence with long black lace skirts and a fitted knitted bolero jacket. #TinaChow had also given me the most amazing riding boots made out of leather which felt like butter. I threw then away when the leather ripped, but in retrospect, I should have had those masterpiece boots repaired. They were magnificent and I had no idea who made them. Labels weren’t important, just beauty. I always had on something Bill found enticing. Mostly I think it was my genuine delight he enjoyed…him ‘popping’ up out of nowhere which brought a massive smile as brilliant as the sun to my face. That attraction continued until he took the last picture of me walking down 5th Ave (below) He snapped me in many different positions then, maybe he knew this would be the last encounter. But this time, I too, took a photo of him in the process of doing the thing which gave him the most pleasure. The Last Walz. The circle was completed. Bill you will/are truly missed. I am saddened to acknowledge that a pure genuine loving character will never walk among us anymore. He was One! The only one! A special, loving-human sweetheart.
I wore this outfit to the supermarket with beat to hell #converse #allstar sneakers and black socks with a blue trench coat. Kinda goofy but obviously I did not give a damn. I took a photo which kind of made me look dumpy and short, so I got rid of the sneakers, (I’ll do a still life later). I LOVE those sneakers which are held together by threads. But cannot find the will to throw them away. Is this sentimental or just being a straight up hoarder? I opted for the #robertclergerie #wedges sans the coat. The navy blue dress I found at one of my favorite stores, #uniqlo in Soho. It’s designed by #inesdelafressange.
The style/fashion icon was also muse to #KarlLagerfeld seasons ago but her style and influence is long-lasting and ‘spot on,’ hence Lagerfeld’s attraction to her. I was walking to the register when I saw the dress hanging out of place, randomly, but it caught my eyes, and I had a gut feeling it was special.
I gave it a glance over and was instantly smitten. Simple, classic. A keeper. I purchased it without even trying it on. You can add one hundred variation of underpinnings, cardigans, belts (even though it has one attached) and make it uniquely you.
Perfection. I added the red #marcjacobs cardigan a red and blue kerchief, some vintage specs and presto!!
As sure as night is lilac and day orange. I was wondering what colour a day without a dream be. It was beginning to feel like one. I thought on the days I walked through the valley of the colours red. Orange-red, yellow red, blue red, white red. The red you see with eyes closed, head thrown toward the white of the sun. That red! I swear you too have seen. This red which burnt its image within my spirit. Placed its memory somewhere under my skin and left its blue on my soul.
PhotobyCecille – Dress: Yves Saint Laurent – Glasses: Vintage – Hat: Craft Store
I have not been on line for a while. Much studying and working and trying to juggle it all with not enough time in the day but I did find time to go vote and my experience was a pretty shady when I went to my usual voting location at W96 between West End Ave and Riverside Drive. I was told I could NOT vote -instead to go to102 Street and B’way. I was pressed for time and would not be able to make it to 102 Street and make my appointment. I was puzzled as all the machines were empty. Totally true. I was curious to know why had they ‘switched’ things up after all these years. I was told the reason was to prevent overcrowding, which was nonsense as that location was always efficient. Those guys have it down to a science. Barely 10 people in the space including workers. I refused to leave till I voted and they finally relented and gave me an absentee ballot to fill in. Doubtful it was ever counted. Truly very strange as I have voted at that same location for many years and never had such a dodgy encounter. Go figure… Methinks someone was not playing by the straight and narrow and most likely did not want #Bernie Sander to have a fair shot but then again I could be mistaken. What do you think?
How I Cured Lumps in My Breast by Cecille
I never have to wear a bra because I have a density of tissues which causes my breast to remain upright but there is a ‘downside’ to this ‘seeming advantage,’ which is, it’s harder to to detect if there’s something awry. In my case I discovered a lump and immediately dashed off to the doctor with my heart in my mouth only to be told that not only did I have 1 lump but several, which required getting tested 3 times a year. Always I had to have a sonogram because there was something suspicious in the cells every time but luckily, always benign. Then one day I decided, enough! And took matters into my hands, sat down at the computer and did a search on #Flaxseed Oil. Don’t ask me why? But obviously something had triggered this ‘hunch’ – after looking through ‘hundreds’ of articles, I came across one which resonated within. I determined to treat myself the way one would administer #antidepressants, which is to do so for 5 weeks at which time the effect would be apparent. Well, what do you know, after 5 weeks all my lumps appeared to have vanished. Upon visiting my doctor, the first thing she said while examining me was, “what have you been taking?” I told her and she confirmed that all the lumps had vanished. Now instead of 3 visits a year, I go once a year and all because I followed a hunch and under my own steam found something which worked whereas the doctors were unable to do so. It’s been 13 years since I first bought the #VitaminShoppe brand of Flexseed Oil capsule. I’ve tried others which I’m sure works well, but I know for a fact the Vitamin Shoppe is boss because they totally eradicated the lumps in my breast. I still have density of tissues and I don’t need to wear a bra unless an an accessory but touch wood, I’m healthy and feel marvelous. And if you ever want to donate to a cause which touches us all, give to the American Breast Cancer Society. These guys are #awesome#good# ……. #womenshealth
Blouse: Alberta Ferretti PhotobyCecille