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February 12, 2019

February lookbook- 6 ways to wear your scarf creatively

November 11, 2018

Village inspiration

Why am I writing? As fashion weeks arrive and I watch them, I begin to crave those street style photo shoots, the rush, the stylish environment. I’m thirsty for motion, for that feeling to be somewhere important. But as I said, we always tend to wish for something else than what was given to us and we tend to forget to appreciate the real moments. Now I am trying to concentrate on appreciating. So today I’m taking you with me to this rural trip. This is to contrast the hustle that has been going on in the world of fashion recently. If you’re in the mood for something peaceful and calm then hop into my hot air balloon and let’s begin the journey. Don’t put on your most expensive shoes though, because after landing an old cart will take us further. Where are we going? Colorful hills around us. Scarcely breathing silence. There’s almost nobody on the streets. Aromatic garden. Fighting all day with the bugs, but not leaving the blanket in the grass. Except for the steaming soup on the kitchen table when grandma calls. This is what’s going on in my life, this is what I had this summer and surprisingly I acknowledged and enjoyed it much more than as a child. Now I perceive the evanescence of time more. This past summer I’ve spent a lot of time at my grandmas’ and my boyfriends grandma’s place. You may know that I’m always late, I’m always trying to catch up with flying moments and places. Being with the elderly finally made me feel balanced, like I’m not rushing anywhere. This surrounding erased my fear that time may get ahead of me and everyone will leave me behind. There isn’t a more important place where I should be. Finally I wasn’t longing for music festivals, fashion weeks, I just wanted to freeze time and stay right where I was. Dress up for any occasion You may think that no one wears off the shoulder top (which by the way was the first thing I saw with a sawing machine and you can also see it here) when they are chilling at their grandma’s. Maybe you are right. But I’ll definitely wear my skirt which is full of roses. Here is the reason: In recent times I changed my mindset about getting dressed. As I grew up I had separate pieces which I only wore on feast-days and I reserved prinking myself was for special occasions. Now I feel like I’m not getting dressed up for others but for myself. I don’t need to go out to town to wear my pretty floral skirt or my large floppy hat. Special occasions are created by us, so if I decide that taking a walk in my grandma’s garden is extraordinary, then extraordinary it is. I remember people often asking me where am I going dressed up so elegantly. They tell me that there is no need to dress up so nicely just for this or that… but now I know that wearing a nice outfit is not a need but a hobby for me, something that brightens up my day. The village inspired these outfits, but they are just as wearable in the city or anywhere else. As the sunlight entered between the boards on the barn it created a beautiful scenery. They impressed me: the golden hay, the dance of the dust particles, the nice curves of the old sewing machine. The vintage pieces carry history. Look at them, listen to their voices! They have a personality. As much as I admire the country life I wouldn’t want to move here. The countryside is the perfect getaway, a secret island and for me a fashion inspiration. It helps me in creating color combinations like the one used in these photos. Dusty blue, burnt orange, light peach, mahogany, sepia brown… all the pretty shades of the sunset. You can pair the colors in twos, or all in the same outfit. I love putting my looks together with some constraints, just like when we had to write a composition in school using a given title, theme or a bunch of words. This is a way of challenging myself. Usually these kinds of collages and editorials are to sell clothing collections, but here their only aim is to entertain myself. And maybe you, if you are a little like me. So if you are, put on your favorite piece tomorrow and don’t wait for a special occasion.
April 2, 2018

My first experience in Vienna

Dear fellow traveler! Last time when I opened the wings of my balloon to travel to a new place I was looking for some art that speaks to me. I was waiting for some kind of stroke, to prove my assumptions: It’s worth it. It’s not just my laziness what dissuades me from the world of science and chemistry, we’re just not made for each other. It’s worth waiting and working for that other kind of life form, which honestly I can’t see very clearly. I just know that it’s on the land of aesthetics, formed by colors and shapes and it’s some place where beauty has a true meaning. You see, I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, I didn’t even come here on purpose. I just knew I wanted to see a lot of places and this is where, right now at this time of the year the wind blew us. (Yes, this wind of ours is always informed of cheap buses and accommodations). So this is what I’ve found in my eager search of Something, a slice of inspiration from history, from a bigger and more western culture than ours. 1.They could and would do everything for beauty The amazing, detailed buildings showed us, that these people in the past invested a huge amount of energy to raise their creation above practicality. They wanted to delight others, to show their wealth and taste. Their crown, the Schönbrunn castle was my indulgence, and probably theirs too, who lived in there. Gigantic rooms with only sofas, armchairs (lots of them, I can’t believe they ever had that many guests) and paintings. To be clear the walls sometimes are enormous paintings themselves. All their surroundings, hair, dresses stood for beauty and elegance. That was an era when only the rich could have that privilege and everybody envied them. Now everything is so affordable: being refined and dressy, developing our own styles and tastes in clothing as well as in interior design. And yet so few people choose to input energy into this. 2. Cleanness has a value I think we only take care of things that we appreciate. So this is the case with our country: litter everywhere, you probably can’t decide what was the original color of… basically any building, because everything is grey and dusty now. Ruinous walls, chippings, remains, sprawling plants… In Vienna I could enjoy the city center as much as the underground, trains and hidden small streets. Well maintained buildings are candy to the eye, and of course I love sweets. Their streets are clean and they take care of them. Just as it’s supposed to be everywhere normally. 3. I can see better with a camera in my hand After school trips my parents decried me that I don’t take any pictures. I never was in the mood to take out my small phone and play a photographer. Hoestly, I wasn’t really moved by the churches we always visited. Now, somehow my vision changed as I know I can take some captions with me back home. Do you know that feeling, that when you’re getting older you start absorbing moments differently? I can hear the ticking of time, I want to extend being right here, I want to make the ’now’ longer and pictures make a small piece of this magic possible. I look with another eye on spectacles of the places, I’m trying to get to know them, to see them from another angle. I want pictures to show how exactly it felt to be there. Okay, I’ll admit, after deciding how things should be captured I give the camera to my boyfriend, because obviously, I should be in that picture too.
December 1, 2017

Red wine waistcoat

November 20, 2017

Sewing the red wine waistcoat

It was a ridiculously cheap second-hand blazer which I instantly imagined incorporating in some interesting outfits (see them here). Sewing is in some ways art, some ways math, geometry and architecture.
November 12, 2017

Afternoon walk

Some children are born, but hidden from the world for a long time. Either them, or their parents are not prepared for the public appearance. Or could it be that the world is the one, which is not ready? As a young wine, my writing, my thoughts were not mellow enough to see the sunlight. So this is why I’ve been waiting since last february for my confidence to grow, so I can stand steadily and be sure about myself and this blog. So I want to share it authentically as I started. February just came round the next corner, and as he started to leave it dragged the winter with himself. But spring is still a few blocks away, and both of them are calling my name. I don’t know where to look, I don’t know whom to follow. My head is spinning around, my thoughts are rolling immoderately. Sometimes it’s not easy to choose. There is the safe and peaceful option and the exciting one. There are all those paths, and I can’t follow anyone. These gates have opened for me. <img class=”scale-with-grid” src=”” alt=”” /> The cracked walls, rusty fences could be distressing, but today I saw them with another eye. Nature had surrounded me with his ashy shade, but the old greyish brown leaves which survived under the snow, the broken branches are the slowly sauntering elderly generation, and the vibrant spring will defeat them soon.<p></p> This is just the springboard from where we will build something gorgeous. This filthy junkyard is under construction. Just as I am. Just as the nature, sometimes we feel the need to hibernate and reborn. Our city, our country is trying to get a makeup, and so do I. Greyish, slightly ruined streets, lifeless surroundings and everybody is used to it. I often feel that I fit in, I match with the dim setting and I can’t blame it for being so boring if I’m of the same stamp. <p></p>Therefore I’m trying to be a child with my playful braids. I’m trying to be a madam with my hat, I venture upon bringing sparkle with my pendant, the sheer shirt, but staying urban-friendly with denim. But I have to bundle myself up. I have to be a thick-skinned furry bear which fights with every kind of coldness, coming from people or the climate. My development should move from the gray scale to the full colors . But until I get the final result I will just enjoy my afternoon walk with the discreet stroke of sunlight.