And if you are unfortunate enough to have to spend your holiday surrounded by people of that mindset, all you hear is how their holiday is ruined because of a little bit of rain, or how they still need to drop an extra kilo, and how they only have an x amount of days left and they didn't get to do half of the things they had planned.
Monday, 30 June 2008
Saturday, 28 June 2008
This is what I wore today:
Well-suited for the hippie theme: I found these two framed astrological maps at the recycling centre:
Thursday, 26 June 2008
I have been looking for a right kind of scarab since forever. I am not awfully familiar with Egyptian mythology, but I do know that dung beetles were considered the representatives of Khepri, the god who renewed the sun every day. Just as Khepri had created himself out of nothing, the ancient Egyptians believed that dung beetles existed only in the male form, they didn't need females to reproduce, and came into being from dead matter. The scarab, then, symbolises rebirth, renewal and self-creation.
I simply love this Time Flies-pendant. Time is so palpable, yet so fragile.
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Gareth Pugh goes Predator. Does he think that women are beastly, or does he want them to be beastly? Or just look beastly? I wonder if the Predator woman wears white ruffled knickers under her costume.
Marios Schwab thinks we should wear stuff that prevents us from walking.
Really, what is going on?! Are these people insane? Why would I want to wear these things? Why would I want to choose to look like a child walking down the aisle? Forget about the clothes even (I know that most of the catwalk stuff doesn't end up in production), am I supposed to buy into these "looks", these vibes, these restrained atmospheres, as they are being offered to me by people who don't know me, whom I do not know? Why do they care about what I wear? Why should they be telling anyone what they should look like?Maybe I might just be thinking too much, maybe I find hidden meanings and messages in things where they do not exist. Fashion is supposed to be fun, right? Am I the only one who is not laughing?
Monday, 23 June 2008
I am sporty, yet I never run.
I am androgyne, yet I am female.
I am playful, yet I am grown up and serious.
I am a romantic, yet I watch football.
I wore this last outfit today, but I could have chosen any of the above, and yet I would have been me. It is as if every day I choose to wear a different superhero costume.
Illusia is a superhero too:
"Don't you dare interrupt my mouse-loving-session. And so what if I dig Strauss? I do polka for breakfast, buddy."
Thursday, 19 June 2008
I have had my eye on a vintage Vuokko dress at the local self-service flea market for a while now. (There are times when you see the same stuff up for sale weeks and weeks in a row.) The price tag (15 e) seemed a bit much, especially because I wasn't entirely sure about the dress in the first place. Yes, it is vintage Vuokko, yes, the colour (pale peach) is fantastic. But I kept looking at the sheer amount of fabric (there is a lot, and the cut is tent-like) and the size tag (extra small, for all this volume??), and well, let's face it, I tend to associate Vuokko with my mother's maternity wear from the 1970s. Anyway, I stopped by at the flea market today and there was a -50% tag on the dress. I took my chances with all the volume, the strange shape, for 7,50 e. Add a belt, and oh deary me, how great is this dress?
I also found these two miniature framed pictures, and the candle rosettes (or whatever they are called in English) below.
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
And these are the things I thrifted:
Dress: Flea market, 7 e. I hardly ever wear red (except for shoes and bags), but I really like the colours here, as well as the loose shape and the airiness of the dress. It was way too expensive for a flea market dress, but I figured I could layer it in the winter time so I will get more use out of it.
Skirt: flea market, 3,80e. The label on this skirt says that it is made for kids.
Ruffle skirt: flea market, 6 e. This skirt is pure heaven. It was a bit expensive, but I just had to have it. The colours are perfect, and the amount of ruffles is just right!
This is what I am going to be wearing when I host a Laura Ingalls-themed tea party. Dress: Fida, 3 e. I have a feeling that this dress is pretty old. The fastening hooks at the back look ancient.
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
This is what I was wearing today: