It's getting messy in wonderland.

You know this filling when so many things are skipping in front of you and it is all messy but good messy, beautiful shiny and bright  messy when you pray to god (or to Darwin, whatever you believe in) and just wish for it to never end and desist from all its messiness?! (this is the time when you look at each other wondering what in the name of all sane people I want from your peaceful life) well I do! And it just happened while watching Meadham Kirchhoff fashion in motion at the Victoria and Albert museum (wish I was there but unfortunately it all happened tnx to the internet inventor and my personal laptop). And it is happening every time I'm exposed to everything related to this magnificent duo that also known as Edward Meadham and Benjamin Kirchhoff or just Ed and Ben (yo). Dazed digital made a short video about it. If you are savvy you should watch it. 

(photos snapped from the dazed digital video)

Since they start to appear on the runways at the London fashion week few years ago, back in the times when I was freshly new innocent fashion interested blogger I sensed that something good is about to enter our lives. They know the right amount of "too much "so they are so wrong that they are so right. Well.. I guess they caught me in their full of weird fishes net.

Recently (to be exact from November 21) they appeared with a new and dam good collaboration with Topshop. It's a collection combined lots of gothic pentagrams symbols trims dreamy colored t's, happy cowboy jackets and some furry cotton-candy-look-alike platforms so as use of many colors from the pastel-ish pallete alongside with clownish variegation. If I had to define it somehow more specific I would probably say santa meets boho HIM meets unicorns with pj's and they all lived happily ever after. unfortunately after finely being accessible to us, simple mortals, my country is not one of the lucky ones to have this collection in our Topshop stores and no, Topshop don't deliver to here (shame on you. you busters) so for now I'll have to watch this collaboration through my laptop screen. Who said life is faire. These are some selected items. Now excuse me, I went to wet my pillow with tears.

(Topshop collaboration pics taken from vogue.co.uk)

You are a drama queen

Hi there

One last time complaining about something not fashionpassion related
So here it is

Why everything is has to be so dramatic in here. The winter came in late (only at the start of December) but it hit us in all its strength. Well maybe to all of you European countries residents it will be like a lovely winter. still, my country is a summer lover (after all it covers most of the year) and we are not that used to this kind of weather especially not when it hit us out of the blue, but even though we didn't made our pre preparation for the "not seen something like tihs for the past 100 years" cold weather nothing justifies the panic that created around it, someone used the words "country under siege" and someone used "country by storm"and i won't name who (ahm all the news folks). Sometimes we need a beat of perspective in life. 

Finish

And now
Me in a cape

Tartan cape 

 (My grandma tartan long cape originally came from Scotland ((the cape not my grandma)), VITRINA paisley jeans dress, happy socks tie dye tights, Topshop buckles boots, target plastic gold earrings)

Next time pure fashion
Bye

   

And I ask "where"

There are two main things I'm waiting to happen' right now:

1. My muscles to be released from the kickboxing lesson I took two days ago so I can stop walk like a duck with I "won't say what" stuck in "I won't say where" 

2. WINTER

The temperature in this little middle eastern country standing right now on 25 Celsius degrees on average in each day. In November. Like the known singer said: "it's getting hot in here". There so many horrors in the world like slavery and oppression of women and animal abuse and the list goes on and on.. But all I am thinking about right now is when I will have a chance to wear an oversize coat and some decent scarf. Ok I sound like the horrible person on earth. Let me fix the impression. there are many horrors in the world which I'm aware of every day and I do not reduce of their importance but if we live them behind for a minuet (can be even 30 seconds) I will say that my materialistic and shallow thought of the moment (everyone should have a materialistic and shallow thought once in a while) is about me wearing an oversize coat with lots and lots of layers underneath knowing it won't happen any time sooner as long as I do not use a commercial jet to change my location, right now.

I define myself as a person who does not get a touch with one particular season. But as I get along with all the seasons they also got sick on me after three to four weeks. So if I sum it up, close to summer end I just can't wait for the winter and vice versa for the winter. And unwarp all fall 13 rtw shows all over again didn't helped at all.

So with the help of those kind and massive coats...

I found myself doing this...

(twentyfourseven beige coat, gap denim shirt, my mother youth levis jeans, h&m sparkle socks, Imelda  purple platforms, American Apparel hair bow)

(fake fur light blue coat belonged to my grandma, thrifted jeans skirt white shirt, space tights from a stand in the mall, light blue tights ((on the space)) from a family friend, juju sparkle jelly pumps)

 (Naf Naf coat, gap black tights, vans whole black platform sneakers)

But until the cold and the wind will come I'll wait here, under the blazing sun, get some ten (well, one shade darker than bright white)

(My mother jeans vest, American Apparel polka dot jumpsuit, reebok classic white shoes, twentyfourseven flower bag and my grandma oversize blue aviator sunglasses)

I leave you with the great Janelle Monae with the illegally blonde Erikah Badu. It's a good one

(All runway pic are from style.com)

Inspiration board vs. memories from the east

Since I dash to the blogosphere three years ago I consistently tried to represent my perspective on the fashion scene that start from my modest house and ends with the world's major fashion capitals (not that I pretend to be some kind of a big fashion persona) and try not to touch my personal life (no family, no friends it's not that I'm some kind of a loner. I think so. No I'm not. yes. no!). But it's irresistible some times basically because my life is my main inspiration.

well the reason I pour my heart all of the sudden and telling you all of these rubbish is because two months ago I spent the most carefree and magical two months in the island of Sri Lanka (for all of the confusers out there- the island is located south to India). All the sites, experiences and especially the Indian Ocean have contributed a lot to my fashion inspiration. So see this post as an inspiration bored made by me although this time shot and experienced by me.

(pics took with my friend canon and my waterproof disposable camera)  

 Both crop tops (purple and red) made by a talented local seamstress from what used to be a local bought scarves (both designed by me)

 (sheer skirt-American Apparel, bodysuit- dance shop, fake palladium-downtown HC, flowers necklace- Hawaii)

 (white buttoned shirt- old navy, ripped off jeans- levis from the flea market, brown oxfords- Adi Kilav)

      

Trying to fill up my archive

The hardest thing so far I deal with while writing this blog is finding the first sentence. No matter if I have tones of things to write about or nothing at all at my messy brain. I always knew that wards wasn't my thing but somehow I still found myself forcing my so called sissy hands to tap on my father (in progress of getting my own) laptop when I'm already supposed to be in my third dream if I want to survive my special working day tomorrow (the mayoral election day-my week summit-the icing on the cake-the T REX of all dinosaurs -king Kong of all gorillas-bla). But enough eating your brains, I've got another conflation to make (did you start sing that song too, no just me, ok) I've changed. Well at least my appearance changed a bit in the last time (years) I supposed it's all happened when I took my blog writing brake. Well it's a story for another time, for now let's just blame it on the music. Now when its more common a lot of my friends or a just met peoples will use the word HIPSTER (shhhhh!!) to describe me (no offense but they don't know what they talking of). I think it just another step in my developing look/taste (and it will never stop change).

So maybe before I walk out of my hose like this

(sparkle & fade white T, white slip skirt from my grandmother, my mother flower scarf as skirt, david komaXopshop brown belt and deena & ozzy see through platform sandals)

And now I'm more like this

(on me: made by myself midi flowers dress, Marc by Marc Jacobs black with pompons buttons coat, American Apparel flower hat and classic black vans shoes)

But I am still the little girl (sounds pedophilic) you used to follow

Let me finish with the soundtrack that accompanies me recently all thanks to J Dilla's label fallow peanut butter wolf 

(here we call it KAFOT)