La Vie En Mode

Fashion Meets Art Meets Unpeerable Talent

2009-10-06T10:17:00.000-07:00

Many have tried this approach. Some have failed, some have accomplished with the task; but none of them ever did it so hugely, undeniably, utterly well. Not even them themselves, until now. Not, at least, at these levels.

Viktor&Rolf got us used to amazement, awe and reverence, throughout the seasons: how to forget when they wrote NOs all over the models' faces, or those huge 3-D writings standing out from their coats; how to forget thei protest-catwalk, all digital, and with one model only ( Shalom, in case you had forgotten ). But this goes far beyond anything they've ever achieved: surely Viktor&Rolf, with their latest collection, hit a whole new level of...well, of "this".
Since there seem to be no more words to describe their sheer genious work, i'll just leave you with a selection of the most magnificent pieces from the show.

Yay. It seems like the Fashion+Art blend found a new God. Or, two, to be precise :)

[ Straight out of a Fairytale.Disney's Snow White's evil stepmother anyone? ]

[ Back to the ancient: Samotracia's Nike is what comes straight to my mind. ]

[ Corsets and volumes reminding of France's Renaissance? ]

[ The sun irradiating light? ]

[ Cinderella, cinderella...looks like the mices came to see ya! ]

[ Again, ancient greece, some goddes statue? ]

[ unconvential bride? ]

[ BY FAR MY FAVOURiTE PiECE. even more impressive when seen on the walking model ]

PS: DiY post soon to come! :D stay tuned

Woha, Woha...What's going on with Balmain!?

2009-10-03T05:55:00.000-07:00

As a person, I do have rules. Speaking of which, probably the most important one is Always Be Coherent. Always stick to your ideas. But I have to admit that i have one peculiarity: My sense of CRiTiCiSM goes far beyond any rules or restrictions and CANNOT be corrupted by anything. When I start criticising, i can't stop, i'm like an avalanche. And i start to spit poison. I DO realise i'm MEAN and Straight-To-The-Point but despite hating this, i smile to myself thinking that this will probably make my fortune. However, this excursus was made to be clear about what i'm going to say.
Main point here.
Balmain.
Balmain has been my one and only god for the past two seasons. And normally, you act in defence of your God whatever happens. But [ there is always a 'but' ]. My disappointment in seeing the new collection has fallen over me out of nowhere, and despite a first resolution to act cool but never bite the hand that feeds me, words came to my throat and spilled out against my own will. Before i could know it, i was spitting my poison on the new collection.
Hell. I hate myself for saying so, but this collection really came out WRONG! I like that Balmain always stays Balmain, but that was fine until it seriously had been so. Now it looks as though a moltitude of hungry rats had managed to enter the Balmain studio and ruined all the clothes. I don't like the way it looks. All those holes, all that khaki+black or brown. Nay.
All the same, i have found some pieces i liked.
Here is the pieces i LOATHED the most.
It makes the model look deformed! Too much leather for a SUMMER collection. And that golden irregular skirt!?
But here is the look i loved the most. The military coat looks stunning.

s/s 10 Milan Fashion Week: Prada does it better.

2009-09-25T08:17:00.000-07:00

And so, finally, s/s 10 Milan Fashion Week started. I'm following the updates with maniacal attention and have viewed the slideshows of the catwalks; and, until now, i've seen some things "woow" and some things "yuk". One thing's for certain. I hadn't seen such a perfect, A-to-Z collection since last season's Balmain and Gucci ones: PRADA is, by now, next season's indiscussed ruler.
Because it may seem obvious and tried-and-trusted to go for coloured, girly dresses for a season that marks the rebirth of nature, the return of the heat; But prada did it black and simple and minimalist, and did it better.
Strong cuts, simple shapes, B&W contrast, timeless elegance. The shoes as usual sum up the concept: Two stripes: An almost invisible one, and a black one. Simple. Elegant. a magistral selection of materials. Unfinished borders, harsh cuts, for leather, taffeta and silk.

Sea print for the shorts and beach print for the jacket. It's like being wrapped up in a celestial landscape, isn't it? And, on top of everything, red lipstick.

Elegant, simple, feminine.

PRADA DOES iT BETTER.

for more slides, click here http://www.elle.it/sfilate/content/tutte-le-foto/primavera-estate-10-collezioni/femme/milano/prada/prada

Skurylin?

2009-09-20T10:08:00.000-07:00

Taaadaaan! As promised to dear Frank&Remy from WHOCARESiTSONLYFASHiON who couldn't wait for more updates, here it is!!
Yesterday i finished school at 12.10 and headed straight to Milan with a bunch of friends; i should have, in my intentions, taken my pohots from the Dior shoot, visited 10 Corso Como ( a fabolous multifunctional place ) and payed a visit to La Rinascente, which is, in case you were wondering, something like Harrods though on a smaller scale ( it's still 7 floors, all the same! ). I would have attained to my schedule iF it weren't that a) at Dior they told me they still didn't have the photos and i should check back next week and b) 10 Corso Como was out of hand and we should have changed too many metropolitan lines to go there and i didn't want to spend half my afternoon undeground even because, let's just say it, Milan Metropolitan hugely sucks.
So we ended up spending 2 hours at La Rinascente, going upstairs and downstairs in awe, acting just normal. I carried my Elle UK issue and it made me look very professional. ( Yes, i found a newsagent's in Via Montenapoleone selling, apparently, ONLY fashion magazines, but from all over the world. They had tons of vogues, Harper Bazaar, Dazed&Confused, and all the others! :D i just couldn't decide WHAT to buy ). Anyway i was absent-mindedly flicking through stuff when i came across a counter displaying awesome Alexander McQueen tees. They were so good that my brain started working, and working fast. I headed to H&M, bought a white basic tee, then, once come home, rushed to buy textile pens and the work began.........

Dissacrative yet commemorative, the image was an amazing mixture of trash, insulting, and SHEER GENiOUS.

that's what i called it. Scurylin. Half skull, half marylin, it'll be hard for me to pull this tee off.

Feel anything's missing? that i should add something? Please let me know :D !

apologies and promises.

2009-09-17T05:23:00.000-07:00

Guys, i know it's incredible, i know i've been missing for quite a while now, but i'm back, at least, sort of.

school's been giving be a break the past two days and i've spent them well basically...passing out on my couch at 2.30 until like 7- i know i'm terrible it's just this bad habit of having to wake at 6 every morning.

No pics of me since i'm starting to look terrible for the sleep prevation business!

I want in the first place to apologise.

1st, I apologise for not commenting your blogs in the past few days, but i really couldn't find a single second and you're oh so many!

2nd, I apologise for idiotic posts. When i first started my blog, i didn't mean for it to become my outburst valve, it was meant to be my fashion blog, to show everyone what i was worth. I realise, though, that i have kind of mixed the two things together, and i'm afraid i have failed the attempt of a serious blog. I never even told you why i started this. The reason i started this is that i really, really, want to become something in the field of Fashion ( ah-ha, surpriiise, suurpriiise! ) and more specifically a Fashion Editor. There's just something about fashion magazines that drives me crazy. In the positive way. The only idea of all the creativity implied in every single issue makes my head spin. Acutally, i would accept any fashion-related job, really. But that, oh that really would be great.

I never told you this, but now i have, and here, above, is one of my paintings. Among the other things, i always loved drawing. I attend a course at school, where really, no one teaches you anything, and it's more like, a bunch of drawing lovers drawing in silence altogether in a creative ambient; but i feel like my skills have improved, somehow, thanks to the corrections of my professor. At the end of every year, we hold this show that actually consists of our drawings hung on the noticeboard. This is one of my drawings from last year's exposition, from a B&W editorial: my professor suggested that i paint some coloured particular so i went for the red boots. Though i really didn't approve the idea of colouring something that originally was not, for i tend to think of an image as sacred and perfect in its realisation and am not keen on chaning its nature, i pretty much liked the effect it created.

What do you think about it? Is it any good?

in the second place, i wanted to make a solemn promise. That from now on, i will make an effort to prove you that i would be a great fashion editor :D

Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane.

2009-09-14T09:41:00.000-07:00

[ 1st day school outfit ]

Heyyyy hi folks. I did want to post something meaningful today but school has officially begun and this means that i've wasted every single bit of energy and concentration in an effort not to go mental. I went to bed very late, trying to catch the main points of one of the many books i should have read this summer but haven't [ which is stupid since i discovered it's a very fine book..scary, since it is only sane that i should hate italo calvino but i happen to quite adore it ] and i was beginning to feel anxious. Bet hey, i was so tired. Anyway, my body seems to know in advance what my mind doesn't want to assume. school has begun. at a quarter past 5, when my dad woke up, i woke up, too. I wasn't sleeping well any longer. At 5 my sleep always becomes tormented, if not at 4, fearing that i won't wake up and miss the buss. when i suddenly became concious, i realised it was pouring outside. Pouring is not even the exact word. There was such a noise it sounded like an amplified bowling match. hell- i thought-i seriously hope it stops in one hour because i have no rain shoes. This happens to be riddicolous. I have an awful amount of shoes but every year i complain i have no shoes for the rainy days. That's because i never buy them. i begin a struggle with my blankets and pillow. I keep on waking and then falling asleep again and when i finally wake at 6 my bed seems like a battle field. I remember feeling angry but can't recall the reason. I woke up, got dressed, and went straight to the bathroom, where as per usual my make up was the longest task in the morning. Looking like a zombie is not my highest aspiration and that's why i re-paint my face like a masterpiece every single morning. By 6.30 i was ready for my usual breakfast-on-the-go that means a dietetic bar and a yoghurt whike walking to the bus stop. My mom, though, since it was raining cats and dogs, was clement and sympathetic and brought me there by car. it's always been sunny and bright on my first school day. Always. AND HOT. Now i'm freezing and shivering and it's pourng and i don't feel any excitement at all. If anything, i'm pissed. Pissed by this whole thing. But when i see my old friends of everyday, that i hadn't seen all summer, a bit of the uneasiness fades and somehow, i start to feel a spark of excitement. I've just told my mum that i will channel this whole bad energy into the usual tricks that the older students ( that means 4th and 5th year and i am 4th now! ) play on the first year ones on the bus, when i discover that we're just seven on our coach and there are no first year students!! hell, these bastards want to avoid tricks. That's not fair. This means that as soon as they happen under our hands, they will suffer the pain of hell. Every one of us has endured this kind of tricks on their first school days. With a difference, that older students used to be far more cruel and merciless than we are now. I still remember the fear of the trick, the anxiety wondering what will be mine? the are thousands. Measuring the perimeter of the bus with a one cent coin. Being written with pens. Singing silly songs. And these are just the nicer ones. But no one of us ever dared complain or tried to avoid them. They're a normal rite of passage and after some years, we all remember it with an affectionate smile.

As we approach Pavia i grow more and more anxious. By the time i'm in front of the school entrance, i'm tense like a violin chord. It's a mixture of fears. There're people i've been avoiding since july, i'm afraid of embarassing encounters. And there are people i just don't feel a urge to see. There's the certainty that once in, freedom will be gone and sanity too. But i still walk, crawl up three storeys of stairs until i reach my class. No embarassing encounters so far. Yay. I come in, there's no warm welcoming. Maybe we're just too tired. It's my desk mate birthday today, i greet her, we're in the third row ( out of four ). That makes me happy since i've spent the last year in the first row, central, right in front of the teacher's desk, and hated every second of it.

I go out. It's strange. People are missing. One person is missing and that makes me happy, but i have to admit it feels strange. I expect he will walk out his class at any moment, making me feel shit, but i know he won't. The bell rings far too soon, and i go inside. We have a new classmate. I pray and hope and pray and pray let him be gorgeous oh please but he's not. He sucks. What's the point in having a new classmate if he isn't even handsome? The three hours of lesson never pass. We have started the literature programme already. after three months of holiday i remember virtually nothing. My classmates make me laugh, though, and this makes it a whole lot more standable.

I'm tired. I'm dead tired. I've already drank a litre of milk trying to recovered. It's like i've been going to school for months.

I promise i'll post more serious stuff as soon as possible, guys.

VFNO @ Milan.

2009-09-11T02:00:00.000-07:00

The afternoon before VFNO should be the best ever: i'm famous for being crazy before a social event, like, preparing myself 24 hours before, but yesterday something was wrong, and i just couldn't get in the mood. I was not excited, and that terrified me. It's just that things kept on going wrong. First my daddy had to go to the ER because he had something in one eye. Then my auntie calls and says she's not gonna come because she was sick and had to come home from work early. So without my aunti and with my daddy's impossibility to drive us there, i was seeing the worst scenarios just before my eyes. Then i discover that since my aunti is not gonna come, we can go there earlier, so i have to prepare myself at the speed of light. I am fully dressed wearing my DiY cherry red high waist skirt, white shirt and short black blazer with shoulder pads, all matched with my studded headband and clutch, when i discover that the only shoes that could match the outfit are suddenly TOO BiG. Like my feet are shrinking. I'm on the edge of a nervous breakdown and i burst itno tears for the zillionth time. My father looks like hook captain with thig huge white thing on half his face and he, the least fashionable person, with the ugliest wardrobe ever, shopping hater and celebrities despiser, plus fashion total iGNORANT, is going to come with ME to VFNO. Then my outfit doesn't work. My nailpolish keeps on screwing without any conceivable reason. I'm going crazy. VFNO is, until now, nothing like i'd expected.

So i pull out my usual black pants, a long sleeved grey zara t-shirt with sequins, my blazer, and put on zara heeled shoes and i'm ready for it. But i'm not content at all.

Once in the car, on my way to Milan, the radio is going crazy with VFNO. They have reporters at Giorgio Armani and they're very excited. I'm feeling shivers. I'm going to an event they're talking to ON THE RADiO. this is the hugest thing in my life.
We park our car and take the metro and get to Piazza del Duomo. it's just the beginning. I suggest the first of many out-of-schedule stops, at H&M: I'm doing this because a) my mom needs to buy a VFNO tee for her friend and b) i'm sweating like a PONY since Milan is proving to have a tropical micro climate and i need to buy myself a tank or something to survive the night.
That was the beginning of the fun. That H&M is huge and i kept going upstairs and downstairs hurriedly looking for a suitable tank, not having time to choose a proper one. In the end i got that nice silk blouse, very loose and comfy and a nice colour, between silver and pink, and black ankle boots...and no tee for my mom's friend. There was an endless queue for the Changing Rooms but i am a smart person, so i went out of H&M and spotted what i was looking for: tezenis, an underwear shop, it was empty except for the workers so i took the first bra i saw and headed towards the Chaning rooms where i changed my heavy long sleeved tee for the comfy silk blouse and confidently walked out the shop. It was too much fun, LOL.
I headed towards the richest Zone of Milan, the one hosting all the fashion boutiques, and THERE was the real party. Via Montenapoleone was a stream of people. But not "whoever" people. I was soon to realise that. I went in loads of shops. Louis Vuitton was first. A photographer gifted me a polaroid of myself in front of a shelf full of LV suitcases. That's hung on my fridge next to the ones of me with Abercrombie's Model. Then came Gucci. If louis Vuitton was amazing, i could actually see the new season clothes and i saw, you know, that dress madonna bravely showed up in.. Gucci was even better. There were models with the new season clothes. They were stunning. I had never seen haute fashion models in reality and they looked gorgeous. They were so effin tall!! I felt even shorter than usual, if possible, though i was wearing my 11cm heels. Then at some point i am wandering in the shop and this guy all dressed up comes offering me chocolate. No, wait, look better. that's a GUCCi PRiNT on the chocolate!! I smile and take one and i'm afraid to eat it, because god, there's a gucci pattern on it. My mom and dad, of course, have already eaten it, without even realising. They were complaining earlier on for they empty stomachs and were actually hoping to eat. I tried to tell them that , really, no one ever eats at fashion events.They were skeptical, thinking i was being cynical as per usual. Now they were beginning to realise i was not. we went forward and spotted Iceberg. It wasn't on my schedule either: but, oh, fuck the schedule, i needed to buy that VFNO tee. I drank champagne and there was a stylist sat down on a couch behind me, lazily talking to two friends. I was drinking champagne, in a boutique, with a stylist that near while a handsome guy was wrapping up two tees for me ( yeah i couldn't resist i bought one for me too ). It was surreal, and i was behaving, like..Normal. I felt in my own dimension.
Out of iceberg we saw an unbelievable crowd in front of versace. I couldn't understand why. and then i saw it. There were photographers, reporters, i saw HER HAiR. DONATELLA in person was there. I went crazy. I gave all my bags to my dad, and was determined to go up there. my mom thought it impossible. I din't. I made my way up there and actually saw the italian director of Vogue and the Milan Major ( a woman ) going out of the boutique. I was shoulder to shoulder with the most important tv reporters. Then i suddenly was inside. There were more celebs than real people in it. and there was donatella, taking photos with people. by the time i got to her, i didn't have a chance to take a photo with her, because she did have to go. i couldn't even open my mouth to ask her for an autograph. I was happy. I went out and saw other plenty of italian celebrities. My tour continued. yves saint laurent, then Dior. At Dior they shot me amazing photos on a couch with a ginormous cream Dior bag. But i've got to go and claim them form wednesday on. and then came Pucci. at Pucci i asked a girl for the price of a silk scarf. They were in limited edition so i thought they were at popular price. How silly of me. When she easily said it was 210€ i acted normal but was thinking now how can i get rid of her without making it obivious that i don't mean to spend so much for a silk scarf? then the magic happened. The girl disappeared: i went upstairs and then after a while went downstairs again and walked out of the shop, in hysterical laughter. God that was so much fun.
i've been in so many shops, drunk so much champagne, that i actually find it hard to remember exactly what i did let alone in which order. I only know that i've seen Eva Cavalli peasedly sat down out of Just Cavalli where i bought a beautiful foulard and, again...drank champagne.
That i've been to Chanel, where they made me a "tatoo" with their logo and gifted me two "bracelets" sprayed with limited edition perfumes. And that i've drunk pear juice.
it's been the greatest night of my entire existence. And, just now, my friend told me that he's seen me in television. In television for god's sake!!! I have missed it!!! that means tonight i'll have to watch every service on VFNO because I'M iN iT!!! can you believe it!?!? Hell as soon as they publish it on their website i'm giving you all the link.

i'm on television.

[ Amazing fiat fake cars....with plants planted in them! ]

[ Donatella @ versace's. ]

[another italian celeb, Alessia Marcuzzi, @ versace's ]

[ Pucci's entrance. ]

[ Chanel Tatoo!]

[ chanel bracelet]

[ My make up for the night]

[Just Cavalli Shopping bag....]

[ H&M shopping bag ]

[Iceberg shopping bag]

[Me taking silly photos in my car while listening to Lady Gaga's paparazzi on the radio! ]

..Work In Progress.. tomorrow's the day!

2009-09-09T10:23:00.000-07:00

Hiyaa! I probably never mentioned, but when it comes to style, my absolute, supreme, one and alone idol is Mischa Barton. I was browsing Vogue Italia's september issue and TADADADAN there she is with an amazing look in general and a stunning headband in particular. First tought: i'd love it. Second thought: i may use it for VFNO. Third thought..NEXT DiY FOUND.
I iMMEDiATELY go upstairs and with a triumphant smile open the wardrobe, where an old studded belt lurks, miracolously survived to the raid i did next month JUST because studs are great this season, and you just never know, do you? I take it downstairs and meticolously start to free the studs under the perplexed look of my mum. Then i go in the garage where my bag with old pieces of textile lies and digging into it i find an old headband in dark grey from which i had detatched a GiNORMOUS horrible flower that made me look like a wrapped gift. I paint it black with acrylic colour and the operation begins. It takes me an awful lot of time to attach all the studs, and i have to throw away something like 5 or seven, victims of failed attempts, but once found the right method the work goes on quite smooth and i have my studded headband that i just can't wait to show the whole world!

So this morning i had this thing to do, i had to go to my friend's house to carry out some top secret work, and i had to wake up at 6.45. It was FREEZiNG. well it was not really freezing but it was effin cold! Plus i am a cold-y person so i was shivering even though wearing a jumper. How will i manage from next week on, when i'll have to wake up at SiX ( it never ends being a trauma, it's been 4 years of it and i still can't get accostumed to it ) and be out by 6.35!? I was planning on wearing my short blazer on the first day but knowing myself i'll be an ice statue by the time i get to the Coach Stop. hmphhh.

[ me mirroring in Gemma's huge mirror in the corridor, i adooore her huge mirror! Shoes: Zara, Trousers: Zara, Jumper: Ralph Lauren, Pearl Necklace: from Ca'n Picafort market, White tee: it's the Save Anna one so DiY, Studded headband, DiY ]

[ seeing the world through rose-pink sunglasses? ]

haha i'm sorry this is so not elegant! But be clement, it was nine in the morning and i had slept no more than 5 hours! Plus i didn't mean to photograph MYSELF while yawning but it came out like this and my expression is so riddiculous that i couldn't delete this :D

[Larger view, always in Gemma's huge mirror]

[ We always go by bycicle like this. I'm lazy and i'm small so i'm always the one who's carried! I couldn't stop taking photographs it was such a nice day, sunny and yet not too hot, and Pavia looked amazing. ]

[ a secondary street in the city center ]

Then after some secret work and a lot of broodling on the coach watching useless tv programmes like "the 15 richest mothers of Hollywood chart" on E! or "Extreme Makeover" we went to the copistery and to school to check the list of the new first year students! No one really cares about them and they're like...children, every year we are astonished how first year students look younger and younger and absolute loosers and we're like " gawd we weren't like THAT back then"...it fills you with sadness, being at your fourth year, when all the people you knew are gone to university and there's just another year after this one and then you'll be gone too..you feel like you know nobody when you used to know the whole school population!

This is the statue at the entrance of my school. It is Torquato taramelli, a scientist [ geologist and paleontologist ], he gives name to our school which is indeed a scientific lyceum. They say it brings bad luck to look at him in the eyes when entering the school in the morning so we ususaly avoid eye contact with him EXPECiALLY if there's some test that day, which is pretty much always.

After the trip to school we went to a near Bar that makes great smoothies in loads of tastes and also has other strange stuff.. so i got this cold shaken chocolate which was actually cold milk with cacao powder shaken with ice...Disgusting at sight, all bubbly and mud-like, but veery good and puls it came in this AMAZiNG cup [ to be honest the cup is pretty much why i dared order it in the first place!!!!! I'm a child, i'm helpless.]

GUYS!! check your calendar!! Tomorrow's the daaaay. I can't wait any longer. VFNO VFNO VFNO! Unfortunately, although the party officially begins at 7, i won't probably make it there until 8.30 because my auntie is coming too and we need to wait for her to get home from work. I should be disappointed but i actually can't. How can i be disappointed when i know my Final Destination is VFNO???

haha. Cjeck the blog again on Friday, i'll upload the photos and the review of the event.

Gawd, i'm excited!

White Night

2009-09-07T02:05:00.000-07:00

[ Top: H&M, pearl necklace: bought at Ca'n Picafort market , Nail Polish: Chanel Noir Satin, to replace my beloved Blue Satin which has become far too popular and himitated, Pearl earrings: Orqidea, Bad Make Up: Applied on my CAR while being driven to Pavia! ]

So Saturday night, instead of our normal girls night out, there was this huge White Night in Pavia, beloved town where i study, and..for some reason i can't explain, it was UNBEARABLY CROWDED, far more crowded than it had ever been on any white night i can recall. There was this..STREAM of people going down the main street, Strada Nuova, and very loud music mixed with the screaming of people, because you obviously needed to screem in order to be heard by your fellow standing a few centimeters from you..it was CRAZY and i was going mental but for the first time in a looong Pavia was crowded again and again i could spot the so missed known faces around. Fashion Notations? i'm accostumed to see loads of Guccis and Louis Vuittons around because any girl, woman or old lady in Pavia has got one, but last night, my good lord, i've seen more guccis and Louis that night that in my entire life! Had they seen it, they would've been proud. Anyway, after stopping every two meters to greet someone and stay and chat with them, we finally-God knows HOW- found a table for 7 at our new favourite bar, "il Pozzo" a very, how could i say...Hare Krishna place with a veery nice atmosphere and great cocktails!

I ordered one of my new favourite cocktails, a Peach One, don't even ask what's in it because i can't remember, but it's fresh and has little pieces of fruits in it that you can eat along with the drink and a piece of watermelon where you'd usually put a slice of lemon, you know.. the fun thing about this drink is that if you read it altogether, it sounds like "Piccione" that means "Pidgeon" so everytime you've got to order it, mention it, or pay for it, you can't help but laughing because "i drank a Pidgeon" sounds slightly..well put it this way, Bizarre if not Disgusting! So while in this bar everyone was calling me or texting me to catch up but i couldn't hear a shit so people kept on calling and i was like freaked out! Here i was probably texting my BFF! She's my dearest but we seldom get a way to see each other, we have frantic lives and this makes it all harder, but we attend the same school so at last we will see each other everyday from next Monday! She was wearing the nicest necklace, had seen it in accessorize that very morning and had meant to buy it myself ( connection, connection! ) and a matching blue nailpolish ( what did i just say about Blue Satin? here. ) and her new haircut suits her so!

Ha-ah, Main Point here! I may have been out and about but i haven't forgotten my 'duties'. see? This is my beloved ( how many times did i type the word beloved today? gee ) Moleskine and what you see is the list of shops i'm going to visit ( eleven out of 400, good selection, isn't it? ) and the map of the Zone of Milan..Just because i love to be precise about these things, and organised :D i'm obviously going to translate you the schedule in th following days!

[ Better view, My H&M violet top, and my pearl necklace which i just happen to adore. Oh, and.. My moleskine of course! ]

Haha okay this photo is just something, i was coming home yesterday afternoon and i was bored so i had this sudden 'inspiration' and made this :D

Whishlist!

2009-09-04T06:21:00.000-07:00

Helloooo my dearessstss! Just in case you were wondering, NOOO, of course i haven't forgotten about
how could i!?! Do you really think me capable of such a thing!? Surely not! i'm trying to pulll together some outfits that i will show you in order for you to help me making my mind up, AAND, i've already chosen a list of little more than 10 shops i'll be visiting that night..i mean, i can't be everywhere ( shamefully! )! so the schedule will soon be posted here :D
Buttt in the meantime, here is something i really care about! Have you ever pondered about our desires? To humanes, enough never seems to be enough, and in case you didn't notice, everytime we satisfy one desire, another is just round the corner to haunt our peaceful dreams. What do you think is the moral? NONE of course, i'm not here to moralise! But the other day, i couldn't fall asleep so i mentally listed the things i thought i needed to buy before, or shortly after, school starts..and i was ASTONiSHED at the lenght of the list! So i tried to search some of the items and composed a visual wishlist. It is not complete, and some of the items are just examples of the kind of things i want, and i feel like pointing out that this is the short-term list, with normal things, not the expensive-list-please-father-christmas-will-you-gift-me-this-one..
Sooo hope you enjoy the list :D

Sequin Hat. I think it's utterly cute, isn't it? and it totally suits my hair colour.

Honestly, i suddenly can't conceive how i managed to surive till today without a Moleskine. And i mean it. Now that i know i need one, it seems to me like it's something ViTAL. i'm buying it tomorrow, no excuses. Need it for VFNO!

May i say that i ADORE melissa shoes. It's been at least one year since i first decided i wanted them and now i've found a shop that sells them half priced and i need them!! I don't know which model i'm going to buy but it doesn't matter, they're all super-cute.

I started to crave some wet look leggins last winter and never stopped. But god knows why, everytime i was about to buy them, i suddenly changed my mind and so i never did. Well now i think the moment's come!

I know they're expensive, i know they're just gummy booties, but good lord, look at them... plus, in winter i use them a lot, and mine SUCK, so i need a new pair really...this silver ones are amazing!

these are even more expensive, and i know..but i love them! they're the alternative to hunter boots and they go with everything..

okay so i said this was the bargain list...oh well i hadn't realised i had put them in the list! So they're actually part of the other list but i still crave them. They're gorgeous!

Basically, i need a new shirt because my mother has ruined all the ones i had. I adore Ralph Lauren ones for their shape, but let's face it, they cost an arm and a leg, and i have a LOOONG wishlist, so the abercrombie one is the greatest alternative. Still expensive, with the right shape, and the perfect excuse to go to abercrombie...:D will unfortunately have to wait until the end of october for the italian store to open in Milan but so what?

Soo this was my short whishlist..i can't force myself to try and calculate the total amount of it and it's probably better so!! Will you tell me...what is the one piece you crave at the moment?

The 3 Rule(rs)

2009-09-02T05:22:00.000-07:00

The 3 Rulers of the Season

3 designers, one word: Daring!

i introduce you to the trinity..3 designers, no order of preference..

just kneel and worship, my junkies!

1: BLUMARiNE

A pale pastel palette, ginormous rectangular gems everywhere, floral and animalier prints and a lot of exaggeration: if it weren't so damn cute, it would be damn otrageous! a lot like parvenue, not the slightest bit like chic! But Blumarine took all that can easily be misworn, and taught us how to wear it. A timeless lesson of taste.

The jeans+jacket combo seems to dominate the runway this season, and Blumarine was no exception. Elegant silohuettes for a vintage-some elegance.

3 details i adore: the tees, the ginormous earrings, the sandals.

2: GUCCi

sparklin, androginous, spigulous sartotial cuts: Gucci mixs with hability the attention to the quality of sartorial clothing to the sparklin' pailettes of the eighties discos. Once again, the material is unusual and of difficult wearability: but that's exactly what makes the collection so special. Because at the meantime, the clothes are kept simple, to create a magistral balance. No curves, but angles. No morbid, but a lot of sharpness.

3 details i adore: the small belts, the shape of the trousers, the booties.

3: BALMAiN

shoulder pads, studs, sequins: a rock-ability couture for everyday life. In times of crisis, you need to have large shoulders: and this is exactly what Balmain is giving you. the rocker shapes are mixed to very basic elements, to create a contrast that has nothing of the contrast and all of the perfect mix. Once again, the trousers-jacket-tee, keep-it-simple combo monopolizes the runway, for a style that conferes respectability and an aura of "power".

3 details i adore: the shoulder pads, the sequin sarouel+jacket combo, the mid-length trousers

What are your pics for this season? In which direction will your wardrobe go?

Guys, i'm B(L)ACK! [ with a Huge Surpirse! ]

2009-09-01T05:36:00.000-07:00

[ me at the airport ]

Hi everyone i'm back!!
is it good or not, still haven't decided, but i'm home again :)
So..These are crazy days, i'm going to have to study hard all day because a) i haven't done it all summer! and b) it's going to be a tought schoolyear and a very important one and i need to be prepared..
But this is SOOO NOT what you wanna hear about, right, isn't it.. Let me tell you that, when i was on holiday, one day, while i was having my 20 minutes rest after applying a disgustingly sticky beauty mask on my face ( half a banana, one spoon of youghurt and some honey, smash it all togheter and put it on your face, try it, disgusting but worth it, it leaves your skin so soft! ) i came up with loads of ideas for my blog. Soo, be ready to it all, because a lot is going to be going on in here!
But first of all, and most important, i need to tell you something.
you my dear VOGUETTES ( yes you are right this word has a beautiful sound!! ) may know that something HUGE is going on...
VOGUE, the greatest, highest, unreachable, chic-lite magazine, is organising a party-night, all over the world, in the most important towns of each country.... VOGUE FASHiON'S NiGHT OUT is one of the biggest events EVER and it's going to happen this very month, this very year.
The chosen night for Milan is 10th September: The whole city is going to stay awake by night, the ateliers are going to stay open, fashion designers, models, everyone is going to be there, to welcome you in their boutiques, be your PERSONAL SHOPPERS for one night; Photographers will take snaps of you on a real RED CARPET, wearing Dior stuff, almost every designer is going to realize a personalised gadget for the night, in limited edition, at popular prices. Campari has realised a drink which is going to be served ONLY THAT NiGHT in chosen points of the city. Catwalks, make-up artists re going to be there, to reveal you their deepest secrets.
VFNO is going to be all over the news, and guess who's going to be there....?
still haven't got a clue...?
...sure..?
...you must have come up with something...
...come on...
...it's easy-peasy....
...
...
ME!!!
MEMEMEMEMEME...
yes...ME!!!
of course i've known this for a while now, but i wanted to be sure before i told you, and i wanted to wait as long as possible. It's been DAMN HARD to keep it all for myself but it was worth it all along! :D
But now, boys and girls, bloggers and fashion jukies, i need your help!
Yes, i want you to help me deciding something CRUCiAL about that night.
Think you know what i'm talking about. My look, of course!
OBViOUSLY i have fantasized about what i'm going to wear, but i have loads of ideas, and i just can't make my mind up. One thing is for sure: i'm going to wear my short blazer with sculptured shoulder pads, and i want my look to be as Balmain-ey as possible, because that's the one direction i have chosen fot my wardrobe this season. Also, it has to be PERSONAL. everyone is going to be there, and it's a HUGE chance. I can't tell you how EXCiTED i am.
i'm probably going to wear trousers, because i hate my legs, and don't feel like showing them, but i have also thought about customising an old dress of mine and if i ONLY could find some SPARE TiME to do it, it would be amazing, really.
Now what i want you to do is... free your immagination, and give me suggestions!!! NEED THEM!! YOUR HELP iS ViTAL.
it's crazy right now, as i told you, i'm studying 24/7...
I hope you're going to give me nice hints and that you'll enjoy doing it. If anyone is taking part to VFNO anywhere else i'd be glad to know it!
And i promise you, i'm going to be your insider guide to the event in Milan.
Love ya all
xx

Goodbye My Bloggers, Goodbye My Friends!

2009-08-23T06:11:00.000-07:00

[ I am desperate about my hair. It's sooo short. Damn hairdresser, hope you burn in hell. Zara fabolous new top! ]

[ Strawberry caipiroska going up my nose... xD ]

[ Disappointed face LOL ]

Hi everyone! Soo i just wanted to say i'm off to Palma De Mallorca for one week and i won't be able to post anything nor answer your sweeeet comments.. i hope it's going to be a fine vacation and i have great expectations about Palma.. there are loads of shops i'm going to depredate ( Corte Ingles, Mango,...Zara, OF COURSE! ) and i hope i'll meet nice people because i don't want to spend another week lying on the beach like last year, it was damn boring!

Anyway, please just keep commenting and following, this is very important to me and i appreciate it a lot, i thank all the bloggers that left me those sweet comments these days and i promise you i'm returning all of your comments as soon as i come back!!!!

i'm gonna miss you loooaaadsss and all of your beautiful blogs as well :)

OMG it's damn late!! I'm leaving for the airport in less than one hour! Need to check my bag!

The photos are from last night.. it was a good night, i was hanging with these two friends of mine, the city is still empty but i'm beginning to spot known faces around.. i've met a few people i hadn't seen in ages and that made me happy! but could it all go right? of course not... After a Sea Breeze and a Strawberry Caipiroska ( that i first poured on the floor and second had going up mi nose, so that i sneezed pink vodka for a while :D ) i was walking along the main street and one of my shoes left me, how can i say...sorta suspended in space. YEAH, one of my heels fell apart right in the middle of the street. I had to take secondary streets to hide and save myself from the shame but that was no bad after all because i discovered a shop that sells MELiSSA SHOES for a bargain... only 25 euros! they gotta be mine as soon as i come back. As well as those Chanel sunglasses.....

Okay, stop it Tania, you gotta goooo

xxxxx

I AM A VOGUETTE

2009-08-21T10:17:00.000-07:00

[ Blazer: Zara. Tank: Pimkie, self customised. Trousers: Zara. Sunglasses: Armani, my mother's, hate them but looked kinda spacey LOL ]
This is another tank top i customised a few days ago! After the Anna one, i just couldn't stop: i came up with ideas, bought these nice basic tanks and just worked worked worked. As the title of the post points out, the writing on the tank says i'm a voguette. I've been wearing this grey tank a lot these days, also to give some peace to the Anna one, and partly because it's 40 degrees centigrade and the heat is unbearable. The short blazer is one of my latest buyings [ needless saying from zara ] and i'm totally in love with it. I've loved it since the first time i saw it and thought about it for more than a week then went to another Zara and had to buy it. I'm totally in love with shoulder pads and Zara is making my dreams come true! It's the only shop in which you can find such clothes and this tells a lot. I love the way it suits me, especially if i'm wearing heels, it makes me look taller and slimmer and i don't know..just loove it.

Anyway, the snaps were inspired by an article in the beauty section of Vogue Italia displaying these amazing women dressed up in a spacey way and they sort of reminded me of robots, or unhumanised figures, i know the setting it's not that thing, but i couldn't move out of my house, it's freakin' hooot! Plus, oh please, don't mind my hair... i've been to ANOTHER hairdresser today, and as per usual, just like all the others, he didn't listen to a fucking word i said and instead did what he fucking wanted and now i'm desperate again and i want to CASTRATE HiM because i HATE hairdressers, they NEVER EVER listen to what you say, and now i look like Freja Beha in a bad hair day. No wait, i'm not insulting Freja, i simply ADORE her, it's just that i don't like my hair like this, it's NOTHiNG like i wanted them.

[ Hairdressers bring out my very worst. Really. ]

i was wondering.. did anybody ever try Toni&Guy? Because i'm likely to go back to London for a few days this winter and i was tempted to make one last attempt to find the right hairdresser. Not that i can catch a plane every time i need to have my hair cut...

SAVE ANNA!

2009-08-12T08:57:00.001-07:00

As promised, here is one of my DiYs! Since i totally lack of leisure time to spend sewing and cutting i had to be content with a self customised top. I'd come across that image of Anna Wintour in one of my peregrinations on the web, i don't even know how, and i thought it was just genial. The slogan "Save Anna", just in case you didn't know, refers to the fact that rumors say that she may be replaced with her french counterpart..yeah exactly like in The Devil Wears Prada ( The film, since the book is quite different ). I loved the idea of this sort of campaign with her face painted everywhere and ding.. the DiY bell rang in my head and that was when the calvary began. I found the t-shirt immediately, actually, to be sincere, i'd bought it for another DiY, and i would have done that, if it weren't that i couldn't find a black textile pen anywhere..so as i searched everywhere i went, i came across this and as i said it was instant love, absolute priority. I eventually found the pen -where else?- at my own crappy little town and spent a whole afternoon drawing with maniacal precision. I wanted this to be perfect, and i managed god-knows-how to make this seem a real print. I don't know if i could do it again, really.. Anyway now i'm wearing this all the time because it really makes me proud, and i love it. [Though probably nobody notices since Anna is not that known in here]. [ feeling a bit like Emily when Andy asks who's Miranda ].

[ Everything from Zara ]

LONDON.[ An Issue concerning Fashion in one of its Capital Cities ]

2009-07-30T02:46:00.000-07:00

LONDON.
[aeral view of london from the London Eye ]

I've just come back from my two weeks long holiday in London and here I am, to talk to you about one of the many aspects of the city. The one concerning my blog. These first snaps are from my very first time, and very first night, in London. As soon as we got out of the underground, it started pouring. At first I was quite disappointed, but despite the clod weather, despite being soaking wet, it was worth it. London reaches its very best under the rain. Than night, London seemed as huge as ever and as magical. The Ritz and the other luxury hotel gleamed in the darkness. shamefully as it is, I wasn't staying there, but at University of Westminster. Yes...the one where Vivienne Westwood's been too.Only to discover ( I didn't have a clue before i got there! ) it was quite an important design school. Cohincidence?

As soon as we were free, my friends and I started looking for a Starbucks to refugee in, waiting for the rain to decrease its flow, or, vane hope, to stop. I was damn sad and angry and soaking wet ( though the least one, it is to say, among my friends ) and craved my cappuccino. And, to ease the pain a bit, a double chocolate muffin was right what it took. Starbucks was so welcoming and warm and quiet that it soothed my soul. It was official. I was in love with every little inch of London.

Sat down in front of the window, facing the street, i watched people passing by, Londoners, tourists, a blend of people, carrying their stories, being hit by the raindrops, somewhat purifying, somewhat punishing, the lights of the city screaming mute ads, overwhelming, desperate to be heard. And my head was heavy with thoughts.

In Piccadilly Circus, that night, i spotted my first Limo, only the first of a long list, and was lucky enought to catch it as it passed, the blinding lights of the almost daily lighted square reflecting on its darkened windows.It was kind of becoming clear that Luxury was everywhere around me, and i was immerged in it, part of it, somehow.

Here i am, at University of Westminster, just out of my room, 71A, the biggest one ( Again, cohincidence? ) ready to go to the "disco" organised by the univeristy staff. That was all too weird! it was probably 8.30-9.00 pm, and it was just far too soon for me to go to the disco. In Italy, discos usually opne at about 11.30 pm. This one, instead, was closed by 10.30. Plus, it was completely alcohol-less, whereas italian discos are full of it, and we usually get 2 free drinks or something. My firends didn't even bother dressing up and went there in their tracksuits ( they actually meant to go there in their pijiamas but i stopped them ) but i refused to do the same ( even because i don't own such thing as a tracksuit to be honest! ) and even though not dressed up the same as i would to go to the disco in normal conditions, i changed my outfit. Still, i wasn't wearing any make up and still had my hair wet from washing them earlier on.

[ Trench coat: Zara. Skinny Trousers: Zara. Shoes: Zara ]

Probably one of the best days i spent in London, and the most proficuous one, began with a visit of Notting Hill. Here's me and my friend in Portobello Road, Taking a photo with a delicious headless man. How could i know that the very same afternoon, i would have been taken a photograph with an half naked fair haired male model too...? [ Weeeell, that's another story, and i'm gonna save it for my next post. ]

Notting Hill was a crowd of Vintage shops displaying the nicest things i'd ever seen, but since my arrival, i put my eyes on this dress [ i'd actually seen it that very morning on the rain going there, too ] and couldn't keep them off it. Useless saying, i bought it, in one of the lovely shops.

Durnign my stay in London, i assumed this must be like the best seller dress in London, because every shop had it, and so did the shops in the surroudnings, from Oxford to Brighton. It's a style that goes for the most, but there isn't such thing in Italy, so, good for me. Will it become big here too?

After Notting Hill we went to Hyde Park to have some rest and there my friends starting to make their phonecalls to familymembers and sweethearts, and never ended. One of them broke all records being on the phone with a friend for something like 40 mins, walking up and down the park, disappearing out of human sight and then popping back again. Me, the cynical one, without anybody to call and stay on the phone with...could i resist the temptation of an himitation? Here's my parody of one of the many romantic phonecalls that were going on around me.

[ Jumper: Zara T-Shirt: conbipel Jeans Leggins: BSK High waist belt: H&M ]

In Hyde Park i spotted this girl wearing some of the nicest studded sandals i've ever seen, a beautiful bag and, something i love, and headband. She was kind of out of place in there, with screaming annoying children and such, but that's probably what brought her to my eye, and of course, my ready camera. Or was it the Selfridge's shopping bag...?

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As soon as we got to Marble Arch, with Oxfrod Street disentagling in front of us, the Giant of Cheap was standing up in front of us.

In Italy, salestime is the time when hungry fashionistas assault designer shops to see if they can manage to obtain some timeless piece without having to sell a kidney, and in general, a time for people to go and buy more expensive stuff at an affordable price. But salestime in London, Oxfrod Street, Primark, a saturday afternoon, looked like a seasonal renewal of a bottomless wardrobe, only without specific care for the label. I saw things that you, humanes, can't even wonder about. People with ten,twenty extra large Primark Bags, trying to carry them all at a time. A family must have had about thirty. I was astonished. I LOVE primark, but i couldn't buy in there, not after seeing the queue at the counter. My heart was crying for this. There were matelassè bags for the amount one usually spends at starbucks, shoes that were sold for 2 pounds or less, and so many things that i couldn't decide where to start. Indeed, to prevent my heart from exploding for the stress of deciding and coping with the crowd, i headed towards the exit and stood there waiting for the others i'd lost in that jungle of clothes. Also, there were tons of people sitting on the window step. I was slightly surprised that the guards didn't mind. In Italy it's some kind of unwritten rule, but we all abide by it: no one ever for no reasons sits on the step of an open shop window. That was something realxing in the stressful havoc of Primark.

Despite being a cheap shop, anyway, Primark has beautiful clothes, on the track of what is fashionable at the moment, repeating the big styles, himitating them. Some sort of Pret-à-Porter.Something we don't have here. The window was great and i managed to take some pictures.

But when i thought Primark windows were great, i still hadn't seen Selfridge's. In front of it, my heart went crazy and i kept my breath, in an effort not to start shrieking and yelling and fainting with excitement. I was open mouthed with astonishment. I'd never seen anything of that kind. Every single window displayed amazing futuristic clothes with apparently nonsense objects, like, for example, these sheep-pigs covered in greenish varnish. I Loved that place. I was like, go ahead, do whatever, but please leave me here! I've found my place to stay, my Home.

Here it is, the dress i liked the most, elegant, wrapping, bringing up memories of the past, in total contrast with the modern, minimal, hi-tech panorama. Hadn't realised i'm actually reflected in the mirror, already covered in shopping bags.

The topic they had chosen for the windows perfectly matched the concept of the latest dress i had designed and was still trying to perfectionate in my mind. That night, when i went back to the college, even though exhausted from the day out, i got a piece of paper and a pencil and drew the ultimate version of the dress. But this, too, is another story.

But flicking thorugh shops wasn't what we aimed that day. No. We were heading towards a specific shop, ubicated somewhere in regent's, and we were concentrated, mind body and soul, to find it. We were nearing it more and more.

LK Bennet warned us that we were quite there. We had eventually found Abercrombie.

Though many may argue that Abercrombie is not fashion, and though i myself don't [ or, well, maybe, DiDN'T ] consider it a name of fashion, Abercrombie still has something damn irresistible. If there's something to prize of it, however, with no arguing, is the selling tactic. As far as LK Bennet you start smelling a delicious perfume, and your mouth opens in a wide immotivate smile, and you start feeling lighter. As the perfume gets stronger you know you're in front of Abercrombie. That is the only thing that tells you. Otherwise, A&F only looks like a white, classic elegant palace, with no signs. Then, as you try to get in, you find yourself surrounded by extremely good looking models [ male for the majority ] all dressed up in the same clothes, that smile at you, and then a girl asks you if you want to take a free photo? And then you see it, you see him, the half-naked fair-haired model only wearing a pair of jeans and smiling at the camera. The fragrance starts giving to your head. It must contain Hormones, Drugs, or some other illegal susbatnce, because it's like an aphrodisiac, it blows your mind, and you starts floating and smiling. After the photograph, taken with a polaroid and given to you by the model himself, you start going round in the low lighted place, full of high wooden shelves, in this place tha looks like a rich house, with stairs and rooms, the same confunding fragrance sprayed on every single piece of clothing. I had to wake my fast asleep coscience to prevent myself from buying the nicest jacket i'd ever seen, or a blazer, or anything else. I grabbed the sweatshirt i liked the most, and headed to the desk trying not to look at the rest of the beautiful things.

[ Kurt Geiger, Brighton.]

[ What does this remind you of? Central London. ]

One night we went on the London Eye, right during sunset. Breathtaking.

The city of Blinding Lights.

Harrods, Harrods, Harrods. The long dreamt moment has come. It confundes with the rest of the building, but if you look carefully, you notice it in all its imponence. We try to get in, but they won't let groups in. We try at every entrance, but soon we feel kidded. It it because of clothing? Or just because we're a group? It's decided that yes, it must be because of clothing, and maybe a combination of the two, and i'm eleeged to try and go on my own. I pass the security guards with my heart beating loudly in my chest, a proud look, a confident pace, like in my life i had done nothing but going to Harrods, and actually, is clothes or is it just that i'm alone, despite my young age [ and sadly empty wallet it is to say ], i'm in. i feel pride overwhelming me in waves. I feel like i have died and gone to heaven, the greatest names of fashion surround me and i don't know which way i'm gonna go.

Harrods is amazing. i walk in and out the rooms, a bit in a hurry, because of people not so interested in what they are seeing, not acknowledging what they have under their eyes. I can't help but noticing that ninety percent of the customers are medioriental women, some wearing burkas, some not, but all presenting fixed points: a sickening amount of money at their mercè and no taste in spending them. Each of them worn more money than my house value, but the result was...vulgar. parvenue. Fuxia or deep red lipstiks, heavily coloured eyebrows, earrings as big as clenched fists and zebra-printed animalier vests, heavy golden jewellery, clothes matched the wrong way.... this time it was rage to came in overwhelming waves. These women had awful loads of money and just didn't know how to spend them, wasted them, and i was there, looking at them, thinking of one million stunning outfits i could have put together with the same amount of money. It just wasn't fair. All the same, despite they all held either an Hermes or a Chanel [ the latter is my wildest dream and i hope it wil be my graduation gift ], i was proud to be me: in my Zara outfit i look far more sophisticated than any of them.

Obiviously, i shopped in the Harrods Arcade, and was also commisioned some purchases, a thing that quite flattered me. First steps as a personal shopper?

[ Way to Covent Garden, Shu Uemura shop. ]

[ Near Covent Garden ]

Finally the visit to Madame Tussaud's: here are some of the photos. First of all, of course, the one with Audrey

One of the places i liked the most in London was the Tate Modern. Shamefully, we had very little time to visit it, but i loved it all, strarting with the architecture of the place, ending with its arts shop, where i bought an amazing book about fashion and textiles.

This holiday in London was particularily useful to me. I drew inspiration from that city, from all the things a saw, in the museums, in the shops, on the street, and now i'm full of ideas. I'm soon going to post photos of what i bought, and then i mean to start with my ideas. I haven't published any of my DIYs on my blog yet, but yes, i design and customise my own clothes as often as i can, and i hope you'll like them.

There are many things i've learnt from London, and many things i've learnt about London by observing it carefully and by living there for two weeks, and now that i'm back, i miss it enormously. It felt like my own city when i was there and it's hard to come back to nothing. From a Fashion Capital City to my Old Plain House, that's it. Crap. But there's my sewing machine to make me company, at least.

I WANT a Blazer, i NEED a Blazer, i'm gonna GET a Blazer.

2009-07-11T08:31:00.000-07:00

This is really driving me nuts. I need a Blazer and i can't find it anywhere. I went to Zara last week and there were plenty, but they were al Ls, XLs, Ms, and gosh they didn't fit. They were all too big. And besides they weren't that much of a thing.

Luckily, anyway, i'm leaving for London in 3 days and this is where i hope to find one. I've never been in love with shoulderpads but i was flicking through my favourite Fashion Magazine earlier on and i must admit they look gorgeous, so i wouldn't mind a blazer like that either. Well what i wanted to ask is if anybody knows where i could find one in London, or if you have any other suggestions for good shops to visit.

[ first snap: Balmain, A/W 09-10 ]

[ second snap: Conbipel shoes, Zara skinny trousers, H&M top, my father's shirt ]

A Black Moschino Dress is SO Better than a Man.

2009-07-04T14:20:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone! This is my first post and it happens to be in the first SALES day.
Sales time is one of my favourite times of the year, and it couldn't have been more welcome right now. You know, there are sometimes when you just look at yourself and think nay, i don't like this at all. When you just can't shake that feeling away and would like to re-invent yourself. Well this is right how i felt, and.. I was at the seaside, it was my last day of this first one week holiday, and i was lucky enough to come across a few pieces i just COULDN'T let go of.
I have a hard time trying to state which is best and why, but my friends seem to have decided for me already: so here it is, my black Moschino dress.
It was instant love. I love the material, love the shape, love the way it makes my hair look the perfect colour, i mean, i just love it.
So i will leave you with a "pearl" of mine, that caused much hilarity on FaceBook: " Who needs a man when they can have a Moschino dress? The Moschino dress lasts more, gives you more satisfactions, makes you feel good when on you and you can always lock it in your wardrobe when unused. A man will never have all these qualities."

Ladies, just listen to me. Buy moschino dresses.