2/25/10

I'M STILL I'M STILL GIULIA FROM THA BLOCK

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I really hope I look like her in my next life. I would have lots of ferrets. I'm dying to have a ferret. Or two?...I mean, think about it, if you have one you have to have another one to make him or her company everytime you're out and they need to stay in their smaller home (which is a sweeter name for "a cage"). I don't know if this is gonna work out, or more like, I don't know if my dear bee ef will be ok with this. But he kinda is I know. We even thought of names already: Stola & Scarf and we've been watching ferret videos on Youtube.

I think we're ready.

2/24/10

HELLO ME NAME IZ FEVER RAY FAN I LOVE FASHION N LAZERSZ

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For Irri who's workin his back, pussy n crack for school at this right moment while we blog and do all sort of useless things xo.

CAUSE AGE IS IRRELEVANT UNLESS YOU'RE A CHEESE

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So I happened to be having brunch on my own with euroshopper buns I just took out of the oven, minding my own business, and listening to Like A Prayer when this happened. So yes, I'm still bleeding and no, I won't joke about stigmatas cause I have heard stories about people who do and I can't be bothered to go to hell.

Ficking nasty cheese cutters. This is what you get when you're too hungry, you want the biggest piece of cheese and you go too fast. Ew, you can even still see the bread crums on my fingers. It all happened so fast boohoooooooooo.

But now I'll fierce myself up and get to the market. Today I'm meeting with my dear beloved friend Sylvana. We will cook colombian unhealthy delicacies and talk talk talk the noon away. Thursday! Homework in the morning, party with Maris in the evening for her b-day (which is actually today, need to txt). Friday, off to Amsterdam to buy threads and attend to Ce's Vernissage at KABINET!

HOLIDAY, CELEBRATE.

without you, it just won't do.

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Death.
"To dream about the death of a loved one, suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies. Ask yourself what makes this person special or what do you like about him. It is that very quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances. Alternatively, it indicates that whatever that person represents has no part in your own life."
(Taken from dream meanings, on of my favourite and most visited sites everyday)

So I need to talk about my dream last night, cause I love the way the blog looks like now, and the dream was way too scary to just pass by. Once again one of my sisters dies. It has been one death dream after the other. First my younger sister died; in my dream someone let me know about it. I was devastated and I found myself walking the streets and crying desperately. All this was one day before the Voici Paris opening that I wanted to go to so badly, and I remember in my dream, as I walked down the streets, I found myself in a highway, with no cars. Only models walking up and down silently, dressed completely up in the most beautiful gowns. And that was the moment I tripped, I fell down on my knees and cried. I thought of my sister and how much she would have liked to see what was happening in front of my eyes.

And last night my oldest sister's turn. I heard from my mother she was about to arrive in the country by train, but that the train had crashed, and it all had ended in a very tragic scene. She had been told that not many had survived and that was the moment we decided to get to the station. People were crying and screaming there. We waited for an answer from the people in charge and the police. Meanwhile we waited this old lady came up to me, and told me: the loved ones, the gone loved ones are all dressed in white. From that moment and on, thousands of people dressed in beautiful white suits appeared and they all tried to talk to their families with no success. They had passed on to a new dimension and I was the only one who was able to see them. After this I don't remember much of the dream. But I remember my sister getting off the train by herself, also dressed in white, and carrying a small suitcase. And this time, I wasn't the only one who could see her.

I don't know if all this come because my grandfather passed away for real just not so long ago, and I had never experencied the loss of someone so close to me in my family. Losing him really got to me. And lately I have jusy been missing them, my sisters, my mom and my dad a lot. I guess this is the way it comes through to my waking life, through fear.

POP THE CLOG THE CLOG YOU POP

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Stephany, a dear friend from our department's second year wore this last saturday to the Paris Voici Haute Couture opening. I guess she felt blue that day, but damn fierce. I had never seen anyone rock royal blue in so many textures and tones all at the same time before. Steph is one of the few girls who actually has the guts to go for very dated looks and models when it comes to shoes. And that's why I shall love her and her stylo 4evo.

SHE WORE BLUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEE VELLLLLLLLLLLL-VEEET

2/23/10

HOW DO WE LOOK?

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This is Holy's new look. I'm really happy with it even though I'm still gonna try to get exactly what I want. About the mess below....I just couldn't place them gadgets somewherelse and I was not gonna get rid of them either.

OH GOOD LORRRRRRRRRD if computers could only talk...........................

I FEEL FANTASTIC PIIIIRU RI RI


" In ancient Greek mythology, Pygmalion was a highly accomplished Cypriot sculptor. Though skilled at imitating the human form, and well acquainted with it's subtleties, he became disgusted by it when he witnessed the Propoetides prostituting themselves. These women were punished by Venus for their lack of worship with a coarseness of skin and a crudeness of nature, and were then forced into prostitution. Seeing this, Pygmalion the sculptor was repelled and could no longer appreciate women.Seemingly alone, Pygmalion sought to create for himself a perfect, pure, unsullied companion. He used his particular skills to this end: he created a statue bride.
What you are about to watch is a mysterious video. It's origin is attributed variously, and almost certainly spuriously, to various abstract artists or surrealists. The truth is that what we are seeing, and what we perceive to be strange and disturbing, is actually beauty to it's creator.
Perhaps what we are viewing is the work of a modern Pygmalion. To him, her toneless voice, the paleness of her skin and the comparative vibrancy of her lips may indeed be the very embodiment of a perfect woman...Consider the mind-scape of the creator. In whose mind does this appear beautiful? In whose mind is this pure, near worshipful? Are we missing out on his perspective?
Who are we to be afraid or to judge them? He may well love her fully, perhaps more fully than any of us could ever hope to be loved. In the mind of her creator, she is a near goddess; the perfect representation, not just of femininity, but the peak of human potential. A perfectly satisfactory being.
How does that kind of unconditional love feel?
Well, how does she feel?
Fantastic. "
My best YouTube find of 2010 this far. Let's see what tops this.

EYE-STABBINGLY NICE GASP GASP GASP

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Via Mount Olympus.

Frozen Evil.

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A gift from my boo who I didn't see for just a couple of days but felt like eternity. Same old glamorous story, hopping from Holland to Brussels to Paris and then back. As he came back, he came back with this for me. It couldn't have been more of an apropiate gift to give a scorpion to a scorpion, it was like seeing my little sister minimized, frozen or diamond-ized (wtf) into a small cube (more like a rectangle btu cube sounds nicer I think). Just abs. luv it. I think I'm making this baby into a necklace. This is just way too awesome to have lying around home.

I think I'm naming him Macchiavello. MMMMMMMMMM.

thx qt!

2/22/10

SO FRESH N SO FASH



LAST WEEKEND!...friday was quite fun at the GEM with Maris. Saturday was amazingness at the Paris Voici opening; awesome looking people, free wine, haute couture...all in one evening.

I was suposed to go to work though, but at the end after thousands of phone calls I got someone to replace me. I could just NOT go. At the 7, a so called schmink party was happening, where everyone was suposed to paint their faces extravagantly? but only drew moustaches above their mouths? yeah that one. Thank god I had Hanae by my side who made my Galliano-like eye make-up, and she killed it. We danced a lot and still didn't feel like going home so we went bar-hopping, which didnt really work out since we're in The Hague duuuuuuh.

So the evening finally had it's end at Hanae and Danny's were we had a bit more of wine and listened to thousands of lovely records and songs that I should have known.

2/16/10

MY MONGO FACE AT THE MODE MARCHE.

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*APPLAUSE*


This is a piece by a student from my school. I saw this for the first time while building an installation for a friend where this same work was hanging.
The artist himself was present right at the moment when I saw it, and I could tell he was a bit confused by my reaction. I don't know if he didn't think it was that amazing himself, had been working on it for too long, or thought I was exagerating, but I definetly made clear to him I loved it.
All of them different home-made photos of rainbows, put together, making an eternal cycle of this beautiful phenomena happen.

Bollywood Bloopers.


Found these at the market a couple of days ago. Bought them all. Kidding.

But I don't know why I found them so horribly inspirig. It keeps on getting tackier in my head, and I don't know wether is good or bad but I still love it. As long as it tickles your creativity. Anywhore, the funniest thing was that the owner, indian himself, thought I was indian as well and almost didn't let me make the photo cause he thought I would copy them haaaaaaaaaa.

And it gets funnier!, then I told him I was a fashion student, and he let me take it right......so like, an indian can steal your idea but a fashion designer W O U L D N' T ?? looooool.

MILKY WAY

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Amsterdam 13/02/10.

2/15/10

SHOULDER-PAD-FREE

I saw this guy early in the morning today on my way to school.
I was about to just pass him by when I had to stop and think: you NEED to snap a photo. The size of his shoulders was amazing. It was almost like he was wearing the mothers of shoulder pads which as you can see it's totally not the case.
He wore a long trench which accentuated the width of his shoulders even more. Maybe it's a bit dumb of me to not have taken a full body shot. But as you can understand, all of this happen in my head in a matter of seconds, and I definetly didn't want such gorilla to turn around, snap my camera off my hands and smash it onto my head.

2/12/10

THE KING OF QUEENS.

I can only hope that, if he was looking for peace,
he found it.

RIP
Lee Alexander McQueen.
1969-2010

2/10/10

hu$$el



@ school at the moment...came to work out a document. While I got started, I checked my facebook (OF COURSE) and my sister had posted this on my wall. I first thought it was just a nice image she had found around? BUT, she actually made this herself......for me AWWW.

ME TOTALLY LOVES.
thanx ochi X.

2/9/10

@1:20=love




I don't think I need to add anything here.

These people talk pretty good about themelves already. I mean, whateva man......fok. And because Mr. Dj right there in his 88 sport shirt owns a pc computah and makes next level shit y'all just need to click, crunk, and watch out to not get killed by ninja's balls.

2/8/10

Memories of Kerkrade. aw.

Lindz vs Meggy.

The level of awesomeness in this is unbelievable.

OH SHI'. DID YOU SEE THA WAY SHE GOT HER TOES DIIIIIID?!






VIVA LA ACRYLIC.

I think Kanye is the biggest retardo hipster ever. But he's good. On the other hand Kid sister is much better, funner, cuter, I could go on forever.

Here below a bombastic remix of Pro Nailzzzzuh.

Arielle de Pinto.






So here are a couple of shots of Arielle de Pinto's 2010 collection which is totally rulling. The reason why I'm posting this is because I had seen just some other, very different shots of this same photoshoot on the digital Shitfaced & Confused which were definetly not as strong as these. Actually they sucked hard and I really hated them. The craftmanship of the jewelry is excellent but you could barely see something hanging from the model's neck/hand.

And of course, because it's Dazed, they only chose the shots of the topless manorexic boy in the pool looking hungry and hopeless. PFFFFFFFF.....

Anyhow! This amazing shoot is by Margaret V. Haines and I'm j'adoring it.

DEAR DEARS

THE JOURNEY

HOLY OTHERS