OUI, MADEMOISELLE

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OUI, MADEMOISELLE 2010-2014 · SELFKATALOG 2012-2015 · ANNA ELISABETH KOCH 2017




27 February 2011

The differences between the Mad and the Rebel ones

According to the 7th Edition of Oxford Dictionary MAD means having a mind that does not work normally, mentally ill; and REBEL stands for a person who fights against the government of their country or a person who does not like to obey rules or who does not accept normal standards of behaviour, dress, etc.
I belive becoming mad or rebel is determined in a person's chilhood in 80%. The relationship with the parents, the troubles in school, the love affairs, the disappoints in human actions and relations lays dow the primal personality features and that the person choses the 'normal' life or - because of the lived through traumas and experiences - turns to extremity. There are much differences between the minds and even in the acts of this two several-natured characters.
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A MAD girl (mainly I talk about girls here) destroyes herself physically and mentally, resorts to violence (Janie's got a gun, have you?), does not really care what others think of her so she can be cold-as-ice and definitely refuses prescribed behavioural norms. Mad ones like Courtney Love, Marina Abramović, Nancy Spungen or Edie Sedgwick.
What about the rebels? In most cases I think a REBEL girl is mad at the same time and owns similar pecularities. The dissimilarity is in the principles they are driven by. I mean they fight for their opinions and phrasing that in public. Loud. May it be about animal, political, female rights or a
demonstrating against common clothing. Rebel ones like Joan of Arc, Kathleen Hanna, Patti Smith or all the girls of blaxploitation cinema.

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There are differences in the way of their thinking and social life. I think a mad girl is more selfish and puts her own subjective interests forward. A rebel girl is more for the 'company' she's in, what she has chosen to be the part of and uses to plead for. Being mad or rebel is not learnable, it's a genetic gift. But the most important about both of their feelings and thoughts that it's coming from their hearts, their deepest souls, and honest minds. No lies, no masks. They really belive in what they're doing, and if they stop beliving, they stop doing it. So easy.
As a counter-example Lady Gaga is the perfect one. To lay down I'm neither a Gaga-hater nor a Gaga-lover, but she's unavoidable. She's an elaborated, intentionally shocking media-stunt who has a team to create the perfect tools for making an exhibition of her.
She's neither mad nor rebel, she's a well-designed trick.
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And of course there are those good old 'troublemakers' and rebels of fashion industry, too. Ann Demeulemeester and Rei Kawakubo of 
Comme des Garçons has created a fashion outside of fashion, a style without the touch of accepted, ordinary fashion, a new prototype of women who have the opportunity to merge in the secret, proper world of New Ages. Not just with the materials, patterns or cuttings but in the conceptions they speak for recreating clothing habits and give us a way to chose the throwing-cliches-out option.
So if the question is, would you like to follow these gorgeous ladies in their revolution, the answer can be nothing else but yes.
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Sources: Borough of Clarksville,
Marina Abramović via, Kathleen Hanna, Joan of Arc via, Patti Smith, Christina Lindberg in Thriller: They Call Her One-Eye 1975, Ann Demeulemeester Spring 1992 & Spring 1995, Comme des Garçons ad

24 February 2011

Sleepy lagoon goes to New York

Tropical, Hawaiian, jungle, lightfull mood for now. And ---
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--- you see, this is how I feel about myself. Breaking my resolution...again. I'm a stiff.
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Sources: still from the video 123 If You Want Me by Steed Lord, Kate Moss, Comme des Garcons, Frezno by Tony Stamolis, Diane Keaton and Woody Allen in Annie Hall 1977, song Twisted by Annie Ross

23 February 2011

You know, you hate broken resolutions

Hey kiddos, I'm back. For today, only with some inspiration... AGAIN, I know. Pictures... and pictures... and pictures. No words. (Ah, geez, save me from this laziness!) My brain-battery is flat lately. But I promise you (oh, shut up Annamaria, shut up, you know, you hate broken resolutions), I'm going to write an article about rebel vs. mad girls tomorrow. (It's planned since ... weeks.) Today I decided to set in order my life, and really (I mean, REALLY) fight for my dreams. Sounds foolish, but seriously. You know, I am so bored of this place, glad that in 6 months we're going to move off to London. So, let's start the re-born process now, I feel good energies. (How many brackets did I use in this 15 sentences?)
I read a book some weeks ago, Photo Icons II, and Richard Petersen's photo of Dresden was my favourite one. So sad, but somehow so beautiful.
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Richard Petersen: View from the Dresden City Hall Tower 1945, others via tumblr

16 February 2011

Kiddo and Jungle VIP

I decided today to have a little smile and gladness. And what else could be more joy-kindling than a little jungle jazz with the King of the Swingers while you wear a jungle-like Kiddo watch?! JUNGLE VIP. This Louis Prima song is my all-time number 1, especially if I wanna have some fun and a cool, lonely dance in panties and undershirt at home in the middle of the night. The watch is called Kiddo Collection and it says Japan Quartz and used to belong to my little brother but I've monopolized. (Actually he's a pre-teenager and would feel embrrassing to wear it any further so I didn't need to fight for owning.) Ain't soo frolicsome? Monkeys and bananas. I guess, I love my watches. Get mad baby!
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12 February 2011

It is early Monday morning and I am in pain.

Dear Friends, I've had a very bad time lately, so I really could not focus on the blog or anything else, only take care with my family. Sorry for neglecting you. Here's a little recompense - my mood in images - for your eyes and soul. Next week, if I can collect myself, there'll be articles about rebel girls, silver pants, photo icons, ghosts, isolated minds, and others. I hope you stay with me. Thank you. Till then, listen to this beautiful and painful song:
Franz Schubert: Trio op 100

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Sources: quote in the title from Cries and Whispers by Ingmar Bergman 1972, first and last photo from Au Hasard Balthazar by Robert Bresson 1966, branch via Lolita, Stańczyk by Jan Matejko 1862, others via unknown

02 February 2011

Opposition

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Credits: Calvin Klein Jeans, Frezno by Tony Stamolis 2008, Björk, Amish cemetary, Proenza Schouler: The Patent PS1, unknown

01 February 2011

I'll wait

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Credits: unknown, Daphne and Saskia by Mario Sorrenti for Vogue Paris February 2011, Cranston Ritchie by Ralph Eugene Meatyard 1964, (Naked) Absence – (Blinding) presence… (Dis) Appearances by Thierry Dreyfus at The Invisible Dog Art Centre, Brooklyn