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.
December 1, 2017

Red wine waistcoat

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=”https://thepolkadotplanet.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/Februar-8.jpg” 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.