OUI, MADEMOISELLE

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




29 April 2011

Blood Pressures

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I am older, again. I always live through my birthdays as a tragedy. I feel myself even more blighter. My luck is that there are some amazing people around me who try to make my big day fun, you know, every dog has his day. Usually they succeed in doing it and I forget about getting older and merge in the joy that this is the day when we can spend more and more money on crap, superfluous and silly things. So this was a good birthday, again.
Thank you for the cool new memories and presents.
Like this azalea - and some Jim Beam & Cola at the lakeside. Nice.

Plus one extra note. The new The Kills album. Genius, as always. This is my number one favourite track of it, it's on my "Don't give up" jogging playlist, too. I guess The Kills is one of the coolest bands ever, and I wish I could kill the guitar this cruel.
This is what I really feel recently: Future starts so slow.

22 April 2011

This blog is completely useless

Rate on a 1-10 scale how much. Eight?
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John McClane knows the ropes.
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You mean, you got a life?
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NOTE: Actually I do not hate everything that is driven by fashion, I do not completely agree with Mr. Dieter Rams. But anyway, this is a very interesting phrase, makes me think.

Changes, damnit

As you may noticed, the name of the blog has changed.
This is a tryout.
Maybe I'll change it again soon, maybe I won't.
I'm in a highly changing period, strange and scary sometimes.
Soon there'll be a new URL and Facebook account.
FOLLOW the blog.
Thank you for being here.

19 April 2011

The end of my false religion is near!

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I am,
Anna Kazmanowski, back in 2009.
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THE END OF
FALSE RELIGION
IS NEAR!

What is my false religion?
Reproducing.
I am bored of reproducing only other's art.
I'll create mine. Thousands of ideas are swirling inside me and I feel like a surging ocean locked in like botled fruits. I need to break out. Need some fresh air.

The blog will change.
Its name will change.

These days blogging about fashion is too fashionable.
Boring.
This whole thing bores me to death.
I've changed.


I want to pay more attention to other things -
My things.
My ideas.
My brainchildren.
I want to be more selfish.
Self-exposing.
Naked.
You know.

Soon.

15 April 2011

Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?

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ALBUM VERSION: ALBUM VERSION: ALBUM VERSION:
Well you heard about the Boston...
Honey, it’s not one of those...
Talkin’ bout the midnight... Shh...
Did ya see me jump the bedroom door…
I’m called a hit-n-run raper, in anger...
Or just a knife-sharpened tippie-toe...
Or just a shoot-em-dead, brain-bell jangler
Everybody got to go
Credits: unknown, Conceptual Art, unknowns, by Robert Mapplethorpe, punk girl, Blank City, unknown

14 April 2011

No funny business

You know, what a dangerous business to love ugliness.
People hurt you.
You hurt people.
How serious.
No funny business.
Oh c'mon. I'm a liar.
Uglier equals funnier.
More yakty-yak here.
P.S.: Do not put your plant out in the window if there's minus degrees outside because you'll definitely kill her. Sad.
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12 April 2011

Vomit pink

ATTENTION! THE FOLLOWING IMAGES MAY DISTURB YOU AND INSULT YOUR TASTE.
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Vomit pink. Pink vomit. At the end of this post you'll feel it's coming up in your esophagus.
Actually pink is the color I don't really care for. I had a pink IKEA chair shunted to my brother's room, a pair of pink H&M thick tread shoes sold in my online shop, and a pink second-hand jumper given to my mother. That's all. So I totally run out of pink.
I had a pink post nine months ago, The colour of Barbie. Maybe I have to make one every year, D'oh!
Why?
No answer. There's something in this color I like, abstracted from clothing.
Compare the nine-months-old pink post, and this assemble. Do you see any differences? I do. I was more into fashion, more earth-bound, more narrow-minded. Now, I got differing ideas about pink and its availability. And I don't care about fashion anymore.
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So should we convict pink and burn at the stake? (Recently I got a huge interest in medieval history, so allegories like this are expected frequently, cool, ain't it?)
Use pink. Use it as a bitch, a saint, a baroque poet or Rei Kawakubo would. Do not fear of pink. It has some mighty power but in wearing there's a thin line between looking rad and looking like an idiot.
Vincent Gallo can wear pink, for example. Britney Spears can't.
You know, what's pink the best for? Background.
Are you colorblind enough?
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When I wake up
In my makeup
It's too early for that dress
Wilted and faded somewhere in
Hollywood
I'm glad I came here with your pound of flesh
No second billing, cause you're a star now
Oh, Cinderella they aren't sluts like you
Beautiful garbage, beautiful dresses
Can you stand up
Or will you just fall down?
Credits: unknown, Eyemazing magazine, unknown, song Celebrity Skin by Hole, unknown, Crystal Castles, album cover This Island by Le Tigre 2004, Comme des Garcons Fall 2007, unknown

11 April 2011

Fullfilled spring touches

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Later, later I'll write. Recently I got too much things to do, too much thoughts for the book. Thank you all for being here.
Credits: Comme des Garcons, Kate Moss, third Alexander McQueen wings by Irving Penn for Vogue December 2001, others unknown

09 April 2011

I want to be thirteen again

... and angry... and cut pretty girls' heads off.
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Credits: stills from Welcome to the Dollhouse 1995 via See Like Me

08 April 2011

Lost connections everywhere, whatever

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Credits: second Mariel Hemingway, fourth by Bence Bakonyi, song Primitive by The Groupies, others unknown

06 April 2011

Tina Chow

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Tina Chow. Google her. You know, I'm partial about everything that comes from the eighties, so Tina ain't an exeption. First I saw a picture of her in Fashion: The 20th Century by Francois Baudot with the text: "The most elegant woman of New York in the eighties, her 20th century garment collection is widely known." She's amazing. Simple, but recognizable. Wearing a white t-shirt and Kenzo trousers is more significant than being overly colourful or overcomplicated. Sometimes I'm tired of colours, tired of spare ingredients. I dress along this conception, more and more.
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And here's a little private tittle-tattle via Wikipedia. We love you Wikipedia, the Aware of all things.
"Michael (her husband) and Tina Chow were among the most famous New York celebrities, making many friends among the Big Apple's art world, including Andy Warhol, Keith Haring, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Julian Schnabel, Mary Boone, and Henry Geldzahler. She was also a friend of Paloma Picasso and Manolo Blahnik. She was drawn by illustrator Antonio Lopez. During an estrangement from Chow, she had affairs with Richard Gere and a bisexual French fashion arbiter Kim d’Estainville. From d’Estainville, she contracted HIV, becoming one of the first heterosexual women to become infected with the disease that would eventually end her life."
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Credits: all images about Tina Chow.