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Feb 16, 2011

Breaching of blogger’s social etiquette

NOTE: this post contains fowl language….because I just followed the link to Elle Belgium’s blog and it almost made me throw up my dinner onto the laptop keyboard. Hunting and Collecting is badly misspelled on their own competition page – poorly written awkward text that doesn't even worth reading! Not being able to take it any longer I scrolled down to find a suggested link to the Topshop launch at RA13 – all finely illustrated with an image of Rodarte shoes. What the fuck are the bloggers at Elle Belgium thinking while polluting the digital air with such bull? Or the audience has got to be completely blind, deaf and dumb to appreciate this… Read Dazed Digital and learn how it’s done, Elle team!

escapism

Only one and a half day left and I’ll be in London! And if two weeks ago I was absolutely sure which clothes I’m taking with me, now I’m desperately trying to put some outfits together, doing my best to restrict myself to maximum three pairs of shoes. Shouldn’t be such a big deal, but I love all my shoes and I want to take them with me. Besides the shoes are the clothes which I always pack way too many, wanting to have choice when I get dressed, and then ending up wearing the newest things I bought already on my trip. It’s just so predictable.
I’m planning to check out a couple of showrooms, jot down some interesting names to follow and join my fellow countrymen of RA13 to some shows. I have absolutely no need for running around trying to get the most out of this Fashion Week. On the contrary, I’m much more eager to go to the fleamarket, music shop, and eat loads of sushi, since it happens to be the cheapest dinner alternative in London. I’ll drop by Janette’s and Machine A for some boutique inspiration and find a concert to go to – the usual city-trip stuff.
It’s a shame I’ll miss the Topshop launch at Hunting and Collecting, but I’ll probably do my bit of Topshop as well, since it’s still the cheapest shopping spot. I already have a list of pieces to fit, it includes all things burgundy, loads of accessories and print. It may just be the influence from the yoga classes I just started taking, but I want to have my feet well on the ground – looking for good flat shoes, as you might have supposed. My best choice is slippers because I can’t see anymore brogues or loafers, and I’m surely not wearing ballerinas or sneakers or plimsolls – eew! So those Topshop black suede slippers…hm…will do some fitting.

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Feb 13, 2011

stop it right now

No, please, never do!
This is my favourite blog recently. She looks impeccable always!

fun for the butterflies

Whether the coming spring has the most peculiar of effects on my wardrobe, or am I finally getting over those unpleasant childhood memories, I do not know. But many things gradually change as I grow older. I used to hate print – any print, of any shape and colour, on any fabric, garment or object. Then in the beginning of my old blog .origami mon ami I bought a stripy t-shirt – yes, that’s classified as print in my world. I hated it, it looked like a cheap rock’n’roll cliché, but with all I did for my loved one back then…I learned to live with it and more stripes followed. Then the prints got a bit more complicated – I got hooked up on intarsia knit, graphic Nordic prints. Enter the checker prints, especially those of flannel shirts. Soon followed the tie-dye, dip-dye and paint splatter effects. Last summer I became a slave to photographic prints, especially those of trees, owls and horses…soon the animal prints appeared, in small details, but the tiger, snake and leopard are a happy family of scarves, shoes, tights and belts. Very recently you’ve witnessed yet another print invasion – polka-dots – the print I used to hate for many years with all the passion given, but it works, it lives happily in my wardrobe alongside with stripes, tie-dye, checks, animal, Aztec and photographic prints.

Harmony and cacophony all at once!

My latest venture into the print world has a VERY special background, because the new print is the flower print!
Why am I making such big deal about flower print? Well, let’s consider this: as a child growing up in the remains of the Soviet Union, on the edge of the village, adjacent to a big factory town. You live a stone-through away from a river and a forest, your granny has a garden with vegetables and fruit trees and she dresses you in flannel dresses with flower print, and makes you wear cotton shawls with flower printed border, tied up under your chin babooshka-style. Then in your house the lino floor covering has flower print, so do the carpets, curtains, tablecloths. The flower-printed sofa has a cover with flower print on it, the upholstery of the armchairs has got flower-print too…and so does every chair in the dining room, where the wallpaper has a different flower-print to the one of the living room…the guest room, the bedroom…and they all have different curtains and furniture, as previously mentioned, with flower-print. The cups, plates, saucers, tea-pots – all with flower-print, taking in account that each single plate has a different print. The cutlery has flowers engraved. The big grandfather clock has flowers carved into the wood. The bed-sheets have flower-print, different to the flower-print of the pillow-cases, bed spread, and the white tulle pillow-covers with woven flowers on them. In the kitchen the table is covered with rubberized cloth, it has a psychedelic 60’s flower print, so do the orange and yellow saucepans. There’s even a tiny pot near the sink to keep your toothbrushes in – it’s blue with pink flower-print, and the towels have big woven flowers – each member of the family gets a different one, with different flowers. And in every room there are lovely paintings that my great-grandfather painted, they are mostly landscapes with flower fields or still-lifes with bouquets of flowers, because his favourite subject was wild flowers. And when not at home, I used to play in a shed that my grandmother also wallpapered with flower-print, I used to make dresses for my dolls from the scraps of flower-printed fabric that my grandmother bought to make dresses for herself – she always wore exactly the same shift-dress, but she had it made in all different fabrics with flower-print, cotton for summer and wool for winter, and her favourite fabric was the light-blue one with tiny white flower-print. And may be it’s just worth to mention, that my home-town of Ivanovo is a well known industrial town which is specialised on production of flower-printed cotton…it’s like the Liberty print really, but more Russian-style. That was the key product of the city made in massive amounts, which means most of the Ivanovo citizens worked in the textile industry, very much like my mom, grandmother and my godmother. My grandfather was a technician at the factory which made flower-printed cotton…well, he didn’t design a thing, but he looked after the flower-printing machines. Um, a question: if you were to consider this, imagine you or me or anyone else in the same situation… Would you ever want to see the freakin’ FLOWER-PRINT again??!!
They say time heals all wounds, but not without help, I add. Thanks Hunting and Collecting! Thanks Emma Cook! I think my flower-print trauma is finally resolved and I’m running silly and happy with those gorgeous flower-printed trousers on.

So much fun for the butterflies too.
tank top Acne
cardigan Opening Cermony via RA13
trousers Emma Cook via Hunting and Collecting
nailpolish Essie and Barry M
Today I felt like I needed to breath the cold digital winter air…I felt that my current position in blogosphere was suffocating me…I took a ride out into the infinite snowy fields and filled my lungs anew…and I felt that I needed to share.

This is a more personal and honest part of what I do. I run an image blog ± (Various Sources) on Tumblr, write a good old fashion blog .origami mon ami since 2006, and since recently publish a fashion fanzine Various Sources. All Brussels-based, I’m no globe-trotter, although I do explore the Northern part of the Old Continent with immense pleasure.

I want to share what I think, see, like, wear, buy, want, make, do, visit, love, know, discover, find, lose, keep, get, give, take, share