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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

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Snake print


                                              
 Find your inner animal they say.
Hmm, suspicious, what if my inner animal is a snake?!

Black clothes, bloody dark red dresses and snake prints.
That was in my mind as a kid.
That and the memory of Marlene Dietrich of course. Such class!

Snake skin. Snake prints.
Snakes are such beautiful creatures. Bold and dangerous yet so mysterious!
I was always so fascinated by them.
I guess the idea that such a small animal can cause so much damage to someone, was truly fascinating.

In my wardrobe I have a few items of clothing that have snake prints on them.
Yet the most precious thing that I have and adore, is this Silky Blazer.
I wear it in various combinations yet it looks most elegant when worn as a blazer.

What about you, what's your inner animal?!

Friday, September 26, 2014

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Exotic looks













We associate things and images very often.
   We carry the things we love with us, without realising.

Call it a guilty pleasure. Or simply a pleasure.
We can't let go of the things we love and we wouldn't want to, anyway.
I like to believe I carry with me living memories of past events.
Places I've seen. Things I tasted.
Undescribed feelings and sensations.
People that fascinated me for a while yet that now are forever gone.

All things end. But memories are forever and we should cherish them like they deserve.
With what? With what we are. With what we wear.
With what it's left of what once was alive and passionate.

I'm a winter lover. Always have been yet I often dream of the desert.
There's something about that abyss that fascinates me.
Like I am stucked there and can't get away from it yet at the same time I'm calm.

And I know I should remain there. In the desert.
A silent calm. A beautiful prison.
A place where I shouldn't be because I hate the warmth of the air yet that fascinates me obsessively.
Like a feeling or a person you can't forget because..you don't want too. Or a rich wine that makes u dizzy yet you can't stop drinking.

These outfits are representative for those things.
For feelings you can't describe.
Places you can't see yet dream of.
And looks that define what you love rather than what you are.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

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Little black dress




We all have that perfect black dress.
I happen to have at least 30 of those.

What can I say I am a black color maniac.
It all started when I was a strange kid and  found myself attracted to out of the ordinary things.

I couldn't relate with bright colors well.
So I would spend my days looking like ...Wednesday Addams.
Time passed and here I was... having lots and lots of dresses, 90% of them being black.

Some might say It's abit strange but Do I actually seem normal?!
Yet I love each and one of my dresses, they are like my babies.

Some productive babies that is,ones that make me look sexy and badass.
Exactly how I am supposed to look everyday.

Sometimes I think about evil characters in movies.
You know the ones that are so bad that they are sexy?
Ever wondered why they wear black or dark colors all the time?
Yeah. Because it's hot. Dark colors tempt you.They keep you curious and interested,they are almost sinful.

Like a warning to Stay away yet you can't resist. Because in the end...Why would you?

Friday, September 19, 2014

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Bold urban outfit



The world wants you bold.To crush, to destroy, to be above everything and everyone.
So you better act like it.

The non color black demands respect.
Yet it's elegant. Elegance can easily be misunderstood.
Yet a mix of white and black in an urban outfit, won't be.

I love this urban dress. It's screams " Look at me!"
You won't see me wearing modern-urban clothes very often, unless they are really cool.
This dress is pretty damn cool. It has a rock-metal influence.
It's perfect for days in which you want to burn the whole world down.
Or your enemies.

To me it's more about me never forgetting who I am.
I was your metalcore chick and I might be a Lady nowadays, yet the fire is still burning deep inside me. I am free, I am independent, I am strong.
I still want people to see that.So this outfit is the perfect pick.

I often think about how people often dress for fun, not to show who they really are.
This is the real difference between fashion as art.. and fashion as ...fashion( a business).
Fashion is your tool. Play with it. It's an art. Make it personal.

Make a change. Be yourself. Surprise the world with it.
Why? You only have one life. You better live it with passion.No regrets. Carpe diem.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

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Take me to wonderland


If life is a dream, then please, my darling, don't wake me up.
I wanna live, I wanna paint, I wanna feel everything.

The world is a dark place and sometimes I am lost.
Lost in my head, lost in bad emotions, lost in a world that I want to escape from.

What to do?
Get lost in Wonderland.
In a place filled with colors.
In a place where everything is possible. In a place where you can do everything. All by yourself.

People don't matter. Problems have solutions. And you are beautiful. Just enjoy the fresh air.
I didn't want to feel like myself.
So I decided to wear the only dress that isn't me.
It's colorful. It has flowers on it. It screams PASTELS!
Yet it's beautiful like my dreams. Filled with colors and imagination.

Did it work?
Yes. I actually did feel like I'm trapped in one of my dreams.
The only difference was that this time the air felt real and I felt more powerful than ever.
I was screaming to the world " LOOK at me. I'm such a creative girl. I live my life fearless."

I suppose we are all lost sometimes.
That's why the story of Alice trapped in Wonderland appeals to us so much.
We want to feel like there is still beauty in the world.
Just here's the catch. Beauty is everywhere. We simply must open our eyes and LOOK.

HINT: There's a small natural rose in that small necklace that I'm wearing in my pictures.
It's the most beautiful thing ever. :D

Thursday, September 11, 2014

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Classy aristocrat woman



 
Time is a matter of perspective
If Fashion is a form of art then like each art it can be transformed.

You want proof?
The model of my leather boots is suspiciously similar with the one women used to wear in 1900.
Isn't it extraordinary that I can wear them,Now. In 2014?!
Isn't this proof that art never fades? More exact that beauty is always appreciated?
I find this fact amazing.

Like it gives me wings, to perceive places, people , sensations , experiences at a new level.
To see time as something continuous.
To see everything as possible because everything is connected at a place in time.

I am here today. 100 years ago , a beautiful Lady perhaps was standing at this exact place.
And for a moment. We met. And guess what, we loved each other's style.
Because Style is Eternal.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

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Red blooded woman



If Black is the color that represents power then clearly Red is the color of BOLDNESS.
How many women do you really know that wear RED often?
And the ones that do, don't they have the most energetic personality ever?
To me it always seemed so.

Hidden desire: To see more women wearing RED during the day. :)

Why the fear of wearing RED.
According to some studies women who wear red are often more intimidating and are preceived by other women as less friendly or as a treat.
I find this quite sad because I've never thought bad of a woman if she wore red.

I would always imagine that she's confident and feeling comfortable in her own skin, which is something people should admire at women.
I remember also reading somewhere, that red screams Danger and Sex and Pleasure.
Damn.
Why wouldn't you wear something like that?
Why wouldn't you wanna feel like that?
Why wouldn't you be all of that?
Because you're scared.

Don't be.
Make a change. Be everything you were afraid to be.
Be free. Be like me.
I LOVE Red and RED loves me.

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