Author: Claudia Falcão

  • Lost in translation

    Since moving to Europe and the UK, I’ve noticed that my Portuguese has picked up many foreign words. It’s interesting how my thoughts and dreams have become more international, but my inner self remains true to who I am. I love exploring different cultures and meeting new people, each with their own unique quirks.

    One of my favorite topics to write about is culture, as it brings me a lot of joy. Although I’m only able to keep up with fashion, art, music, and dance seasonally, I learned during a Fashion Marketing course in London that attending events is the best way to stay current and inspired.

    Recently, I’ve attended some fantastic events, including my beloved Brasileirice. It’s been a pleasure sharing highlights of my social experiences with you, but that’s all for now.I sort of am a bit, yeah. My mother tongue Portuguese has somehow been introduced to various foreign words in between my speech since I moved to Europe and UK.

    My thoughts and dreams have become all international, but my inner has genuinely remained.

    I love culture, and writing about it makes me happy. Meeting people fascinates me, and with it comes along peculiarities.

    Fashion, art, music, and dance are topics that amaze me seasonally, but I certainly cannot keep up.

    One thing I learned when attending a Fashion Marketing course in London is that going to events gives me everything.

    Here are some highlights of my late socials and my Brasileirice, of course! That is all about it for now.

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  • My birthday issue

    My birthday issue

    As I entered my 40s, a strong sense of liberation washed over me. It wasn’t solely about reaching a specific age, but rather about achieving a milestone that allowed me to clear my mind of longstanding questions. I found myself pondering the year of my birth – 1973 – and imagining the art, culture, and music of that time. Reflecting on my life journey, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement for what lay ahead.

    1973 – my year issue