Thursday, August 28, 2014

Dresses with history



 I like my dresses to have a history behind them, so I will be reminded about it when I wear them. One dress is a gift from a friend, the other one overpriced souvenir from delightful trip, another one was bought to bring luck in new job. I have also countless "pearls" from second-hands : unknown companies or designers, original shapes, etc. and few (so far) that are like a badge received for a sewing struggle. 

 I forgot how it is to shop because you actually need something! For me it's more of treasure hunt or love at first sight kind of thing <3

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Modern Obsessions


 We live in obsessive world, full of maniacs fooled by their manias. Seems like all of a sudden everyone is running to the gym while sipping what's left in their paper coffee cup and desperately trying to photograph it, share it and hope for others to like it.  Coffee can be a life-savior, keeping fit is healthy and photography can be a great hobby and even passion (aha, passion!  Another very fashion word.), but enough is enough! Soon all that passion, coffee, fashion, cupcakes, fitness, selfies & foodies will make me nauseous! Don't show me photos of your breakfast-tell me how are you? Describe me the most ordinary, non-glamour parts of your day, of your life. Show me things that wouldn't deserve a like. Let me into your modest, simple, real life; tell me the truth about yourself. 

Monday, August 11, 2014

Sitting, waiting


   Waiting for what? That's a good question.  For what am I/ are we waiting? Sometimes for a train, bus, movie, next episode of favorite tv show. Maybe for salvation? Maybe for a disaster? War? Revolution? Sign that never comes when desperately needed?

  Huge part of my life I spent on sitting. Sitting, walking, sleeping. Sitting, waiting. Such an ignorance of other ways I could use my muscles-dancing, running, jumping, crawling, squatting, swirling, skipping, marching, etc. Time to move it, move it!

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

In-Dependent



 Is independence possible? Can a person be completely independent? I'm finding myself entangled in such a complex net of dependencies, from obvious ones to very subtle and perfidious. The more developed society is, the bigger dependence. Imagine huge white board with a dot in the center as you, and net of your dependencies filling all the board's space. Probably it's a pretty complicated net. Now imagine a sponge, wiping all the connections, rules,obligations, dependencies... Just you and carte blanche. Doesn't that sound tempting?

Saturday, July 26, 2014

In the heat of the summer day


 Summer in the city. That's a season itself. Melting asphalt, concrete absorbing the heat and radiating it back, cars - mobile factories of fumes and noise, every bench in the shadow occupied, hot heaving air bringing smell of decomposing garbage.  It will sound weird from a person who dreams of a countryside house and barely stands 27 Celsius grade temperatures, but I missed it. I missed this horrible, hallucinogenic, hard to bear time of a year, when your skin and bones are absorbing steaming city.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Formal, Informal


 Will I risk a lot by saying that we are all two-faced? Two-faced at least! We slightly modify our behavior, voice tone, gestures and words depending on the place, situation and company.

 We are the most consistent as kids, then going trough a long phase of changes, adaptations and adjustments just to end up as fossilized old person, with their habits and hardly changeable character. 

  But being ourselves should be freaking easy, shouldn't it? You just wake up in the morning, you are yourself and go to sleep. And then again, you wake up, you're being your fabulous self, you go to sleep, etc.

  One of my FB friends shared something true:

"You are so used to your features, you don't know how beautiful you look to a stranger"