Alright. Let`s have a sit, take a deep breath and finally enjoy the little spare time. Having just arrived from the mecca of high jinks, social contacts and art (as a general meaning) all my senses need a decent rest. However, such a thing is not allowed in the course of May – too much work knocks on my former carefree door. I intend to use my blog as a platform, where I`ll be collecting more of my daily inspirations. That`s it.
Nobody has time to photograph outfits anymore. We are all sick of it. Life is way more interesting out there.
Being in London and not paying a visit to the most vibrant “lane” on Sundays could be compared only to a random deadly sin. I must burn in hell for not doing so during the first time I`ve been in the UK, but all in all this mistake of mine was officially fixed few weeks ago. It is quite funny how delicate everyone were while I`ve been asking the question whether I had missed – not going to Brick Lane market… They should have told me that this is the same as not having been in London whatsoever! But fortunately, my friends spared me and let me find it out all by myself.
Indeed – the market is a feast for the senses. One could find anything he wants in terms of vintage & second hand clothing. I bought a lovely baroque shirt and a cap for very reasonable prizes. After having a decent walk among the shops, once you feel tired or especially hungry you may grab a meal… But usually it is not that easy as it sounds.The wide range of tastes is extremely tempting having in mind that there is abundance of international cuisine.However, the second day of the weekend would not be complete without having a look at Rough Trade. It is a remarkable place, where all the trendy and iconic music in the world is collected. I could have stayed there a whole day – doing nothing but listening to the sound! For those dedicated just like me there is a coffee shop available in the store, so literally hours might be spend there. All is well that ends well. Certainly a piece of a velvet cake in the end of the day is capable of making your love for that little corner in East London even stronger.
Today – this particular Sunday morning somewhere between the pancakes and DazedDigital I came across Johnny`s bird website. After looking at each and every unconstrained photo-shoot exposed on the address - I realized that my awareness had given it up and have left my senses to fall deeply in love again. Doing everything except struggling against myself I do let the love to get carried away and even share it with you! Have a lovely beloved grungy Sunday! Having seen the photographs don`t you feel like doing a little naked vintage shopping with me?
Juicy, sweet and vivid is the new season. We are all already looking forward to the blossoming spring days. Doing my best to run away as furthest as possible from the black concept, in which everybody is so stuck in – I`ve combined few pieces that have nothing to do – but clash. A vintage floral sweater, my auntie`s Dolce & Gabbana graphical skirt and a coral parka. Certainly is the not the first possible combination that comes to mind. Not that I`ve been trying so hard… But it is springtime and this undobtedly packs my head with new mad ideas of beauty and way of living. Wearing: Celine sunglasses, vintage sweater, second hand scarf and parka, Dolce and Gabanna graphic skirt, vintage hat & Buffalo creepers
Having in mind that my first day in Britain was the last day of London Fashion Week, I couldn’t `t help myself, but to head to the spot where the magic usually happens – Somerset House. Quite sure I was that there would be numerous of fashionistas, who would pay their last tribute to the past seven days of unscrupulous demonstrations.By some strange turn of events – without even realizing it, suddenly I merged in the crowd and became one of them. For my first appearance I had chosen to play it lavish, having the usual pinch of trash. This was the first time I have worn my new Doctor Martens tanner shoes and from the day I added them to my wishlist I knew I would mix them with a pair of white socks. And I remained faithful to that primary decision. Now, coming to think of it – the combination between all those materials and textures is slightly impossible, having no god damn clue how it has ever occurred my mind. But it is obviously nothing short of the home truth.
What I actually like and despise at the same time about this outfit is the huge golden D&G bag. Yvailo claims to had found it next to a dustbin in Sofia and immediately had rammed it in his cupboard full of accessories. It is the story I appreciate the most and the D&G IN YOUR FACE grotesque. The other pieces of my look just fade away in front of its sight.
Wearing: Celine sunglasses, Yvailo`s shirt and jumper, vintage bomber jacket, second hand velvet leggings, homeless D&G bag, Doctor Martens tanner shoes & DIY necklace
Just being situated in the breath-taking Musée Rodin the night was more than promising. The pleasant crowd – fashion editors, models, journalists and bloggers certainly contributed to the final outcome of the show. It was lovely to be a part of this beautiful evening in Paris surrounded by the buzz of H&M`s idea of affordable fashion.
Despite the fact that I personally wasn`t able to have a close look at the clothes while they were worn by models such as Joan Smalls, Arizona Muse, Lindsey Wixson and other familiar names… I did manage to go trough the pieces with the help of the internet. I have to admit that they are marvelous. To me they give a feeling of Balmain`s attitude towards woman`s fashion – luxurious, free-spirited and a little bit tomboy. It can not be any better, can it? And the idea that actually any garment we fall in love with could easily enter the noble gates of our wardrobe definitely gives me the shivers!
The glorious death of the street-style might be smelled in the air. During fashion week so many people gather up in a particular cosmopolitan city in order to see few shows or just to walk around with their latest designer purchase from the current season. And I am not declaring it just because of Bill Cunningham`s advanced age. Obviously, we have exploited this kind of imagery to the utmost degree and now we are holding our breath for the “next big thing”. Aren`t we?
This is a vivid sight – we have got used to seeing, made seem exciting and even poetic. Such a skillful photographers as Tommy Ton turn the fashion masquerade into tempting pictures, which serve as the perfect example of nothing less than walking brand advertisements. Although - from time to time they come as soul-food for guileless young girls just like me. However, it is pretty hard to believe that even the vague idea we have in our awareness about the whole fashion-capturing ceremony is highly unrealistic. Fashion-consumers are getting dressed just to impress. Photographers run after the most ridiculous outfits, just to get that perfect shot and then to upload it on their website. Fashion editors try to get away dry from the deep blue of fashion media, but hardly ever they succeed in doing so. Young fashion enthusiasts would roam around and shiver with cold with the hope that there will be a vacant seat or just a little corner available at the Rick Owen`s show. But only hardly ever is there!