I think we're ready.
I think we're ready.
So I happened to be having brunch on my own with euroshopper buns I just took out of the oven, minding my own business, and listening to Like A Prayer when this happened. So yes, I'm still bleeding and no, I won't joke about stigmatas cause I have heard stories about people who do and I can't be bothered to go to hell.
Ficking nasty cheese cutters. This is what you get when you're too hungry, you want the biggest piece of cheese and you go too fast. Ew, you can even still see the bread crums on my fingers. It all happened so fast boohoooooooooo.
But now I'll fierce myself up and get to the market. Today I'm meeting with my dear beloved friend Sylvana. We will cook colombian unhealthy delicacies and talk talk talk the noon away. Thursday! Homework in the morning, party with Maris in the evening for her b-day (which is actually today, need to txt). Friday, off to Amsterdam to buy threads and attend to Ce's Vernissage at KABINET!
"To dream about the death of a loved one, suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies. Ask yourself what makes this person special or what do you like about him. It is that very quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances. Alternatively, it indicates that whatever that person represents has no part in your own life."
(Taken from dream meanings, on of my favourite and most visited sites everyday)
So I need to talk about my dream last night, cause I love the way the blog looks like now, and the dream was way too scary to just pass by. Once again one of my sisters dies. It has been one death dream after the other. First my younger sister died; in my dream someone let me know about it. I was devastated and I found myself walking the streets and crying desperately. All this was one day before the Voici Paris opening that I wanted to go to so badly, and I remember in my dream, as I walked down the streets, I found myself in a highway, with no cars. Only models walking up and down silently, dressed completely up in the most beautiful gowns. And that was the moment I tripped, I fell down on my knees and cried. I thought of my sister and how much she would have liked to see what was happening in front of my eyes.
And last night my oldest sister's turn. I heard from my mother she was about to arrive in the country by train, but that the train had crashed, and it all had ended in a very tragic scene. She had been told that not many had survived and that was the moment we decided to get to the station. People were crying and screaming there. We waited for an answer from the people in charge and the police. Meanwhile we waited this old lady came up to me, and told me: the loved ones, the gone loved ones are all dressed in white. From that moment and on, thousands of people dressed in beautiful white suits appeared and they all tried to talk to their families with no success. They had passed on to a new dimension and I was the only one who was able to see them. After this I don't remember much of the dream. But I remember my sister getting off the train by herself, also dressed in white, and carrying a small suitcase. And this time, I wasn't the only one who could see her.
I don't know if all this come because my grandfather passed away for real just not so long ago, and I had never experencied the loss of someone so close to me in my family. Losing him really got to me. And lately I have jusy been missing them, my sisters, my mom and my dad a lot. I guess this is the way it comes through to my waking life, through fear.
Stephany, a dear friend from our department's second year wore this last saturday to the Paris Voici Haute Couture opening. I guess she felt blue that day, but damn fierce. I had never seen anyone rock royal blue in so many textures and tones all at the same time before. Steph is one of the few girls who actually has the guts to go for very dated looks and models when it comes to shoes. And that's why I shall love her and her stylo 4evo.
SHE WORE BLUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEE VELLLLLLLLLLLL-VEEET
Perhaps what we are viewing is the work of a modern Pygmalion. To him, her toneless voice, the paleness of her skin and the comparative vibrancy of her lips may indeed be the very embodiment of a perfect woman...Consider the mind-scape of the creator. In whose mind does this appear beautiful? In whose mind is this pure, near worshipful? Are we missing out on his perspective?
Who are we to be afraid or to judge them? He may well love her fully, perhaps more fully than any of us could ever hope to be loved. In the mind of her creator, she is a near goddess; the perfect representation, not just of femininity, but the peak of human potential. A perfectly satisfactory being.
How does that kind of unconditional love feel?
Well, how does she feel?
My best YouTube find of 2010 this far. Let's see what tops this.
A gift from my boo who I didn't see for just a couple of days but felt like eternity. Same old glamorous story, hopping from Holland to Brussels to Paris and then back. As he came back, he came back with this for me. It couldn't have been more of an apropiate gift to give a scorpion to a scorpion, it was like seeing my little sister minimized, frozen or diamond-ized (wtf) into a small cube (more like a rectangle btu cube sounds nicer I think). Just abs. luv it. I think I'm making this baby into a necklace. This is just way too awesome to have lying around home.
I think I'm naming him Macchiavello. MMMMMMMMMM.
LAST WEEKEND!...friday was quite fun at the GEM with Maris. Saturday was amazingness at the Paris Voici opening; awesome looking people, free wine, haute couture...all in one evening.
I was suposed to go to work though, but at the end after thousands of phone calls I got someone to replace me. I could just NOT go. At the 7, a so called schmink party was happening, where everyone was suposed to paint their faces extravagantly? but only drew moustaches above their mouths? yeah that one. Thank god I had Hanae by my side who made my Galliano-like eye make-up, and she killed it. We danced a lot and still didn't feel like going home so we went bar-hopping, which didnt really work out since we're in The Hague duuuuuuh.
So the evening finally had it's end at Hanae and Danny's were we had a bit more of wine and listened to thousands of lovely records and songs that I should have known.
Found these at the market a couple of days ago. Bought them all. Kidding.
But I don't know why I found them so horribly inspirig. It keeps on getting tackier in my head, and I don't know wether is good or bad but I still love it. As long as it tickles your creativity. Anywhore, the funniest thing was that the owner, indian himself, thought I was indian as well and almost didn't let me make the photo cause he thought I would copy them haaaaaaaaaa.
And it gets funnier!, then I told him I was a fashion student, and he let me take it right......so like, an indian can steal your idea but a fashion designer W O U L D N' T ?? looooool.
I don't think I need to add anything here.
These people talk pretty good about themelves already. I mean, whateva man......fok. And because Mr. Dj right there in his 88 sport shirt owns a pc computah and makes next level shit y'all just need to click, crunk, and watch out to not get killed by ninja's balls.
So here are a couple of shots of Arielle de Pinto's 2010 collection which is totally rulling. The reason why I'm posting this is because I had seen just some other, very different shots of this same photoshoot on the digital Shitfaced & Confused which were definetly not as strong as these. Actually they sucked hard and I really hated them. The craftmanship of the jewelry is excellent but you could barely see something hanging from the model's neck/hand.
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