Hello, my celestial cupcakes!!! 🍰🍰🍰
In order to maintain my personal commitment to deliver extraordinary earthly experiences with a twist of spirituality and enchant you with my esoteric adventures through the realms of the untold, I have prepared a wonderful blog post about my relatively recent trip to London, the one there is no trace of on Facebook lol.
I have been keeping my life on the down low as I am joyfully welcoming numerous changes which will definitely bring me much closer to my Divine Goals and Purpose. There is so much to be told about this extended birthday weekend spent in London, that I will dedicate this Royal Endeavors fabulous edition to the Twin Supreme, the One and Only who has made it all possible.
I am grateful to have honored King Claudiu Ciubotaru of House of Dimener’s distinguished invitation to celebrate his 24th birthday in now one of my favorite cities in the world. He had gone extra miles to ensure I am treated royally and moreover, he had fully handled all my expenses related to this fabulous weekend, from flight, fancy dinners, to the Prince’s Street accommodation, Uber rides and, nevertheless, the rented shiny silver Benz. Honestly, this is how he rolls and I am grateful to have been his VIP birthday guest.
However, I am not that impressed about material matters as I am charmed by trust, respect, genuine generosity and a kindred spirit, and I am absolutely blown off my feet by all the little things one person does, which are beyond the basic act of spending money.
Even though we have parted ways on my decision due to irreconcilable Spiritual differences, CC will always hold a very special place in my heart for all the right reasons, as he has been one of the most ravishing mirrors I have ever met, which reinforced the priceless lesson of unconditional love into my life. I fell in love with myself in his sweet reflection and I am very proud he is the One to receive all these honorable mentions, independently of whether I wish to see him or not for the moment. He is blessed to have me. May Peace be with him!
Now, let’s get back to business – there is so much to tell!
We have arrived in London on the 31st of May, exactly on King Claudiu Ciubotaru’s birthday, just 8 days later than mine, on the 23rd of May. Should I also mention the 8 years age difference between us?
Well, Age is nothing but a number, therefore I can’t go on without showing off my intuitive knowledge in regards to numerology (the best thing I know about numbers) so I need to mention that 8 is the great Karmic Equalizer, a force that just as easily creates as it destroys.
When the 8 comes knocking, you can be assured that you will reap what you’ve sown, as the 8 balances both the material and immaterial worlds. At its best, it is as spiritual as it is materialistic.
No further details – it means Claudiu and I were that Perfect Twinning Moment everybody dreams of, if and only if we elegantly welcome and accept our differences and manage to get along smoothly, sliding on the same page towards a common goal, which, for the moment, we don’t.
Surprisingly, I have never had a fight with CC, which is rather unusual considering I might get feisty sometimes but it’s simply lovely for a relationship to breathe this type of Mutual Respect. I knew we were right where we belong the very moment we have arrived in the flat and I noticed the house number 8 on the other side of the street from the window of the flat we stayed in. I can’t remember which hotel that was but the view was sweet and we have been very well received.
50A Berkeley Street
London, W1J 8HA
The plans were already made by CC to have his birthday dinner at Novicov the evening we have arrived and we had to honor the reservation respectfully.
Novikov Restaurant & Bar combines cool and contemporary interiors with a superlative culinary offering.
Located in the heart of Mayfair, Novikov Restaurant & Bar has 2 distinct restaurants and one stylish Lounge Bar. As soon as you enter in Novikov Italian Restaurant you cannot miss the imposing wood-fired oven, suede wall panelling, mirrors in solid oak frames and the rustic chandeliers. The indulgent menu offers regional Italian dishes with a contemporary twist.
We have reached the fancy location by a select luxury Mercedes and probably listened to my favorite tracks all the way to the restaurant.
That much attention to details King Claudiu Ciubotaru is capable of in my company and that is what I appreciate about him. Nevertheless, I find it rather funny how CC drives a Beemer back at home but always chooses to shade the brand and ride a Benz when he’s out of the country. Like in Paris, when he couldn’t stop complaining about the interiors of the Benz he rented lol. Nobody told us they were plastic, in spite of the luxurious exterior. I believe he chooses them on purpose just to proove himself what a great choice he made when he purchased his car lol.
These are some boss moves but honestly, I can’t really remember the models of any of these cars we rode together, not to mention his own lol. I don’t even care about anything else than being comfortable so he could drive any car or none at all if he would just sing to me. He has the most amazing voice – the first time he sang Rihanna’s Love on the Brain one night at his place, I remained still and silent for at least 10 minutes.
No wonder we were asked at the car rental company during the paper signing process if we are Stars in Romania and the answer was undoubtedly positive. Actually, people always ask me stuff like that and I am always getting shy and rather uncomfortable. Last time I was in Paris, an Indian guy – big shot in the Finance field and home based in London – asked me which social class do I pertain to and that was uncomfortable. It simply should not matter, and if it does and it would make someone treat me differently, we could have an issue.
Later on the same day at Novikov, I was looking stunning – a living Grace – with not even an inch of skin showing off in my white butterfly slightly see-through top, exotic printed high rise silk pants and red heeled sandals. I was also wearing the fabulous Armani vintage beaded bag that CC gave to me on my birthday, which was a perfect style match to my elegant approach on this fabulous occasion. I might went over the top to look fabulous on his birthday. I have never travelled with such a heavy luggage in my life but I told myself I should not only be well prepared to take over London, but I had to look my absolute best when touching ground in all these amazing places for the first time. I only knew about the fancy restaurants we had reservations for, but not a detail more on what we would do the rest of the time.
The evening turned out to be an absolute surprise, not only because of the top quality dishes we were served within the lovely ambiance (although the music was turned on just a bit too loud to hold a conversation), but also because everyone was literally revolving around me.
Don’t get me wrong, I am used to getting Special Treatment and Royal Attention everywhere I go because of my Shiny Aura and my innate sense of Style and Grace, but it was CC’s Birthday, therefore I was just a little bit uncomfortable having all the spotlight for myself. If that wasn’t weird enough, imagine the shock I had when a woman actually opened the heavy doors to the corridor leading to the ladies room for me. It did not only felt awkward, but totally inappropriate from my stand point of view, considering the generally delicate feminine anatomy and my “vintage 60s” conceptions.
I actually felt a bit outraged a man didn’t do it, mostly because I appreciate old fashioned manners and do not always agree to women serving in men positions such as this. Indeed, all people must be payed equally, disregarding the gender, but I cannot tolerate for women to put twice as much effort into it, given their fragile appearance and warm nurturing skills. Unless they want to but it is highly unlikely that proves anything to me. Some jobs are strictly manly and I consider opening doors to be one of it. No puns intended and no offense should be taken if I have a personal opinion about such things.
So impacted I was by this matter that the next time I went to the ladies room, two men opened the door for me, one of them being my dear CC.
Now, do you see why I love him?
There’s no brand attached to this love, just respect, politeness and mutual understanding!
46 Carnaby Street,
London, W1F 9PS
Imagine the pleasant surprise I had when he remembered my affinity for Too Faced Cosmetics, which has a dedicated boutique shop in London, so he knew how much I wanted to go and had the initiative to take me! 💜
He even chose my make-up, although I am not sure that was because he wanted to try on the Unicorn Tears liquid highlighter, or he was already plotting to do my make-up, as you will see. I did put some highlighter on my baby, CC. It’s so cute he wanted to shine like me.
I haven’t mentioned before but Too Faced is my favorite make-up brand.
I’m mesmerized by their products, which are very cute, colorful and girly and make me feel really sweet! Too Faced was born in 1998, with a credit card, a laser-like focus, and a dream to celebrate and empower women.
Unimpressed and distressed by the too-serious-state of the cosmetics industry, Jerrod Blandino and Jeremy Johnson longed to start a company that brought back unapologetic glamour and femininity. Inspired by a love of Paris, unabashed girliness and the transformative power of cosmetics, they created Too Faced, a boutique brand with big dreams. Their vision was to create a makeup line that would celebrate individuality and inject joy back into an industry that had become rigidly led by rules, not fun.
Today, Too Faced has grown into a leader within the beauty industry, creating innovative cruelty-free cosmetics that women love to wear.
I was very well received at the Too Faced boutique on Carnaby Street, perhaps because I was glowing with enthusiasm through all my perfect pores at the delightful view of my favorite make-up products.
35 Carnaby Street
London, W1F 7DP
As if a visit at Too Faced wasn’t enough, we also had to enter the magical world of Irregular Choice, one of my favorite shoe brands ever – a sight for sore eyes indeed! The boutique was sparkling with so much colors, flavors and creativity, that I felt truly at home between fun, bright, and quirky shoes and shiny unicorns. So cute!
Irregular Choice was created by Dan Sullivan in 1999 as a reason to stand out from the crowd.
Back in the late 90’s Dan saw that the footwear market was becoming very neutral and black, yet there was a global demand for something different and individual, something to wear with pride and joy.
Dan has stuck very determinedly to his philosophy throughout the past 16 years, which is to keep Irregular Choice as something that is not influenced by passing trends, but original and set apart from the crowd.
His fearlessness translates into the design of the shoes, and an Irregular Choice shoe is not like any other you’ll find. Dan doesn’t listen to what’s happening in the fashion industry or what another brand may be doing.
This is what makes Irregular Choice designs completely unique and truthful.
From embellished heels, ornate wood carvings, tiny intricate charms and lavish fabrics, to the memorable colour combinations, everybody has an Irregular Choice favourite shoe or story.
I believe my peculiar choices are clearly stating how much I treasure genuine talent and creativity and how attacted I am by brands and individuals who are self-aware, confident and remain true to themselves and their vision against all odds, from shoes to make-up.
Berkeley Square House,
London, W1J 6BR
Of course a day could not go by without infusing a touch of luxury into the warm evening so CC had managed to surprise me (again) with reservations at Sexy Fish. I was delightfully adorned in my favorite exotic jumpsuit and very fit for the occasion. The place looked stunning, with the exception of some decor details which are debatable in terms of style, and I really loved its vibe. The perfect synchronicity occurred when the African female DJ started to play Quality lounge music just the minute we set down at the table. I couldn’t stop starring at all high profile deco details as I was blisfully enjoying the music therefore I might not have heard the waiter calling me “mademoiselle” on multiple occasions. What a charming little detail!
Sexy Fish started life in Mayfair’s Berkeley Square in October 2015. A myriad of materials was sourced by Martin Brudnizki Design Studio to create the restaurant, bar and private room – the Coral Reef Room including esmeralda onyx marble; polished nickel for the wall lights and bar lamps; coral inspired fabric panels designed by Michael Roberts; glazed lava stone for the bars; raspberry leather custom-made furniture. And the list goes on. Damien Hirst was commissioned to create a pair of bronze mermaids and a relief panel – both rendered in blue patina. Frank Gehry’s fish lamps swim lazily above the bar. His 13ft crocodile menaces customers on the high banquette tables. Italian architect, Carlo Scarpa was the influence for the staircase leading to the Coral Reef Room. And there lies a sight to behold: two giant fish tanks housing shoals upon shoals of tropical fish and a glorious collection of live coral, weaving back and forth in the gentle currents created for the tanks.
Food-wise, the menu veers towards Asia with the emphasis, but not the entirety, being on fish, shellfish, seafood and sushi. An energetic, sociable and talented bar team shakes an extraordinary number of diverse cocktails throughout lunch and dinner services, seven days a week. DJs hit the decks for dinner service and the show goes on until late.
My recommandation is to try at least one cocktail from the generous offering, so I’ve chosen Diamonds for Peace. Perhaps it was an obvious choice given to the symbolic naming but my wishes are always pure and sweet. The royal cup of the cocktail and its ravishing taste perfectly matched my glorious outfit, and so did the delicious desert CC chose to lighten up the atmosphere. I felt superb in his delightful company – no wonder I had many admirers that evening. None of them mattered as much as the one who was making it all possible.
I knew that when it felt awkward to take a pic of the decor with a handsome guy posing by the bar purposefully. That night I realised how much I care about the way CC treats me because he always took great care about everything. He’s rarely jealous but protective and he sometimes interrupts men’s flirting intentions, which is more than welcomed since I am rarely interested in small talks or speaking if I don’t have to.
As much as I would love to go on about the wonderful places we’ve been to, I will leave Sketch unscratched, mostly because we were not able to fully enjoy its wonderful atmosphere and precious decor due to an unwelcoming event that required withdrawal from the socialite scene. This place is truly sensational, a real Palace for the Princess. I am definitely looking forward to enjoying its impeccable Royal service and luxurious dishes, but since our visit was extremely short, I would rather come again and take my time in savoring the high profile experience.
However, I can never forget my hype or hipster background, therefore I was just as excited about visiting the “cool” part of London as I was when going out to all these fancy places. Shoreditch did not precisely welcome me warmly. I guess I was too cool, like that time I went to the Witches’s store in London in my pink sequins and pearls outfit, got overly enthusiastic about Tarot Cards with Gods and Goddesses, a tiny purple velvet magic spell book about Love and Happiness and took my time and smelled the fresh pink peonies, when I noticed the evil frustrated glance of the shop attendant lady, an irrelevant presence which might be having a very boring, sad and meaningless life. I love myself and that is all a person should see in me. Sometimes you just have to call evil by the name, especially since I am continuously making efforts and taking great lengths to secure my personal Happiness and sprinkle Joy wherever I go.
This time in Brick Lane, by observing everyone on the streets, I considered myself way too accessorized even in the most basic outwear I had on me. I was more than well prepared and fit for the occasion to go out to all those high class restaurants and fancy dinners, therefore carrying urban wear with me was clearly not a priority. However, the most spectacular part of our short stop in Brick Lane was not the vintage market, nor the delicious brunch we had at Pickled Fred in its simple, warm and welcoming atmosphere – perfect for a chilled dinner date or catching up with mates – but the fact that King Claudiu Ciubotaru had taken the effort to do my make-up that precise morning!!!
Perhaps he was intrigued by the color palettes I had taken with me, or maybe that was his manner of balancing the fact that I had pampered him with a mud mask and some drops of my Unicorn Tears Too Faced liquid highlighter during this trip, but one thing is certain – he did an extraordinary job, quite surprisingly considering his affinity to black, his vague repertoire of perceiving shades and the lack of color sensibility. He even contoured my face with excellent skills, being the first man to ever do my make-up.
Honestly, I don’t know what you feel about it but I
find this act rather intimate. I was so stunned and stunning we barely talked that day. For some reason, I considered make-up to be so personal that I felt the need to withdraw from his presence or speech for a while till I could digest what had happened. One thing is to be overwhelmed by politeness, generosity, attention and gentleness – like having your satin Burberry top ironed by CC – and another thing is to have a gorgeous make-up on point and on your face made by your twin friend, which took not less than an hour in the making. This was one of the nicest things everyone had ever done for me.
I did feel slightly awkward when I landed at Harrods wearing pearled short jeans, sparkling fishnet tights, Laura Lazar Muse Tee, Le Petit Indigent leopard jacket and my Irregular Choice Superstar trainers, but nevertheless, I looked stunning. A bit too Brick Lane this time around, considering how I imagined the Harrods experience to be, but definitely a mesmerizing appearance in the line of street style. Just imagine CC dropped the Benz to a valet for parking, who displayed evident acts of chivalry towards me, therefore, next time we’re in London, I will just skip Brick Lane, Shoreditch and any attempt to go out clubbing.
I am aware I do not have much to say or brag about regarding night life this time around, however we did end up at a teenagers’ afternoon rave party, where (not surprisingly) I was called the most beautiful girl. If for a moment I had considered myself overdressed in an oversized white man shirt, pink jeans and oversized pearls, this guy’s ravishing compliments brightly wrapped up our extravagant adventures in London, a series of contrasting occurrences which sparkled pure Joy within me. Considering I hardly reached London for anything but parties twice before, here I was enjoying it to the fullest during our 5 days fabulous trip sprinkled with magic, synchronicities and universal love.
Above all, I will never forget how all my Cultural suggestions were warmly taken into consideration on various occasions, therefore we reached Victoria and Albert Museum and the Natural History Museum on the same day, both fascinating locations with so much to see, to which I will further dedicate my thoughts, memories and feelings in the upcoming Royal Endeavors London episodes – stay tuned to be blown off your feet!
These being said, I would like to thank King Claudiu Ciubotaru for this splendid luxurious experience and most importantly, for having casted light onto my mirror through his darkness and having proved through kind gestures and with elegance, how to treat Yours Truly, The Supreme Highness and Goddess of the Universe, QueenP. Long live the King.
Blessings x Blessings x Blessings
Peace, Love and Unity