12.29.2010

Dresses that lead you.

So what's that creature, that manages to be ostentatiously geek with no shame, and wears Chanel's Khaki nail polish while typing? It's a fashion blogger, clearly! A real one! Those who actually get read!

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I took these portraits at a very exclusive swanky party in Florence which I wasn't exactly properly invited to. That was kind of awkward, actually. That girl I know won the invitation right, and didn't intend to go. I thought it was a shame to throw an invitation away, because well, it's not like I get one very often. And it was challenging to try and get away from all that "the more the merrier" public university philosphy we follow here. Or that's what I thought at least. But honestly, I believed it to be a bit more easy. There was security there, seriously? Bloggers who gave me their buisness card! I found that pretty amazing to be honest.
Anyway, i had another reason to absolutely go. At the time I had just bought that, and I really really badly needed an occasion to wear it. No matter if I had to catch four trains and run a lot to get to Florence in time.


pic via catwalkqueen.tv. But I've got it, really.

Speaking about that Lanvin for H&M experience, girls, that was a fight. It was my first time and I found it fucking thrilling. They should give training courses though. Or soldiers' helmets. Or full soldiers, that would be nice. It's not like I'm even so much into Lanvin, you know? But it was such an exciting event, filled with people as fucked up as you are, and you really fell like you're elbowing your way into history! Okay, that was a bit too much but you got me.

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go watch Lynn Hirschberg chat with Alber! I'm ridiculously moved.

When I said I am not so much into Lanivin, I obviously meant besides Alber Elbaz. The things I wouldn't do to that man.

12.27.2010

Leather Trip

It's been a while ago really, but I've never shared these. I took them during our so-very-amusing tannery school-trip. Not the sweetest scented of the places but it made me genuinely interested in leather. And now I'm fingering your car's seats seriously shaking my head with disappointment.

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Taken by GRUPPO DANI SPA tannery. Their slogan says something like "skin in soul". That's fucking clever man.

12.19.2010

Rodarte and the Swan Lake

I wrote this for premièreshooting.com, and here's the english for you fellows. See I never stop caring.

For those of you who missed it while more or less successfully inauguarting Venice Film Festival in September, Darren Aronofsky's Black Swan is getting more and more "reachable" (not really yet officially out in Italy. but lads, I know how badass you are). Clearly blind to tulle and feathers' masteries, critics blamed it for predictability, but the movie managed to bring Natalie a best actress nomination, 'cause she's so good at what she does. Darren and Natalie have been working at this projet since 2000, and time helped to develop a role which cineblog.it calls "sewn on Portman". What was really sewn on her though were Rodarte's first movie contribution's inevitably stunning costumes. 40 ballet clothes plus essential jewels like the oxidized copper crown for the grand final.

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stills via livejournal.

It seems that designing clothes for the girls to go through an arabesque and save their dignity caused unespected technical issues for Kate and Laura to deal with, but I can remember the ladies' pretty knitwear uniforms for freestyle skiers and snowboarders of the 21st Winter Olympic Games, and so do you.

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photos by Tony Cenicola and Ryan McGinley, via nitrolicious and refinery29

Oh, very convenient fluttering in the air while you're wearing a Rodarte suit.

11.28.2010

The handbag with feelings.

So if I don't happen to find out who the hell is this by, well then I might very likely never ever sleep again.

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from "Never go to Heaven" by Magnus Magnusson. See it whole on fashion copious

Is it just me or is there a gold sprakle in its witty eyes? OH REALLY.

11.19.2010

A good year without,

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sharp art by Daul Kim via tumblr, 2007

10.30.2010

Margiela spring 2011

They're already there.


Kirby Kenny by Stefania Paperelli for Grey Issue III. Stylist Ondine Azoulay at her best.
See the wholly worth ed "Tuesday 22.06.10" on
Fashion Copious.

Summer is going to be amazing.

10.10.2010

2011 girl and how to find fun in fashion.

A small taste of those shows that have made summer 2011 worth waiting.
Guess which ones I'm talking about! And yeah, I think that's funny.





I see a lot of canary and shades of blue.
shots from dazeddigital, mykromag and vogue.com.
and Kristen McMenamy stunning performance from showstudio.

Ok, so now I pissed you off. You'll find solutions in tags. But people, let me tell you, you need to have more fun.

9.19.2010

the silk there used to be.

You know, since Berlin I grew interested in old faded strangers' photos. They make me wonder and help me dream. There was life in here and even far far there, long before me, there were hope, and care, and obstinacy, and will, and pride and intimacy and expectations, and there were thoughts, that become unintentionally clear and exposed when their owner is not here anymore to hide them. They look sort of wise, these grey elegant people with Turkish eyebrows, somehow aware and yet bright and patient, as if their soul grew old and experienced while they kept their young prominent figure staring at you.
I found these old pictures from a older rag-and-bone dealer in the Asian half of Istanbul.

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1960. there used to be a lot of silk. And twisted glittering doodles, and a fierce and noble gaze.Photobucket Photobucket
Strong sisterhood in spite of injured ankle and kid facing adults' worries.

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Exemplary Turkish woman with potential concerns and 1949 country mum and babies with joyful clothes.

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1961. That's the kind of picture that turn me into a big biology fan. It's astonishing how much of our story, a great part of which we're not even aware of, we carry around written on our very face.Photobucket
Pride and bravey. Are they a couple or just partners? Pale, combed, resolute, polished.Photobucket
1929. Ahh, the twenties! When we still called the place Costantiniye and side-parted our hair!

9.16.2010

Anna Piaggi as the Blue Mosque and Tilda Swinton's absent presence.

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reflecting in Pera Museum.

I've been in Istanbul recently. That's why you see me drinking rose water and my own tears wrapped in my pashminas while Sufi music lulls me to sleep. There would be so much to say - but I'd have to dress the wound first, and it will take me quite a while.
Meantime, I would like to concentrate on food. Never, never I could have imagined those things before tasting them. Sweets especially. I really think those kind of pleasures should be illegal. Honey, especially. Of whatever you wouldn't ever have thought honey could be taken out from. And pomegranate sweet sauce, and rose flavour. And grapes, pistachios, and walnuts. And those enormous black figs. The nougats and these small pieces of joy cloaked by icing sugar. And just grinded Turkish coffee within you can read future. And apple and cinnamon cakes. And rose sherbet, which tastes as perfume, and whose recipe is a magic secret you have to ask for in old pharmacies, and they will tell you a lie as they did to me.


via kateinthekitchen.com
I'm trying by now to have a tee printed with this very baklava over it. Not kidding.

Speaking now about something more easy to understand even by those of you who eat no more, there happen to be Istanbul Fashion Week when I was there! And the last day I lied to a security guard to get in at the exclusive final party. I'm not sure that's legal. But wasn't this way that made Charles Guislain what he is? Accepted everywhere? Perseverance! Anyway I ended up with the Fashion Week tote bag in my hands, that will make a show as my lunch bag this winter in faculty, which is definitely worth the embarrassment. And this year the city is even European Capital of Culture, and that made almost all Sultanahmet wireless, and music events pretty much everywhere. And there was Ramadan even. Which isn't touristic exactly, but made every sunset a feast. That to say that it was the most perfect planetary combination to go there, and you missed it. Sorry.
Here my favs from the exquisite set of polaroid through which Kristopher Arden-Houser describe his time at the IFW:



Oh! Anna Piaggi looks superbly like the Blue Mosque.

see the whole set on stylecaster

Last picture is about what I still haven't mentioned yet just to make you envious once again at this point when you just started to accept the whole thing. But if you hasten it's still there! And definitely you should! So what are you doing here? Hurry up!
'Hussein Chalayan: 1994-2010' at Istanbul Modern is a very must see.



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They are real you know? Even Actually there. They look so big and imposing. And pretty much near. Not behind a display cabinet or reliquary or stuff like that, most of them are free. Very close you can smell them. And they whisper. They do. They murmur -Touch me silly cupcake-. You need a lot of self control so. But multiplied Tilda Swinton are watching you from all the screens of the place and you will behave well. Here few renowned masterpieces you may have the pleasure to meet there.



Geotropics, ss 1999

Before minus now, ss 2000
pics from 11/13

Silly cupcake


Absent Presence, 2005
pic via
Artprojx

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