Sheer PLEASURE

Can you remember those shoes which you stepped on and their foot were flashing? This question is particularly for those peers of mine were educated in the late nineties. I didn't but only one girl had this shoes in our class and we were enthused over hers. In every break we went to the girl's closet, turned off the lights, and were staring as she was walking about. In tresses we were hanging on the vivid flashing and slobber.
Emlékszel azokra a cipőkre, amikre ha ráléptél, villogott a talpuk? Ez a kérdés elsősorban a kilencvenes évek második felében edukálódott kedves kortársaimra vonatkozik. Nekem sajnos nem volt, csak egyetlen lánynak az osztályunkban, és odavoltunk érte. Minden szünetben bementünk a lányvécébe, lekapcsoltuk a villanyokat, és bámultuk, ahogy fel-alá járkál benne. Fürtökben, csorgó nyállal lógtunk a színes villogáson.

This sheer PLEASURE reminded me to this (maybe the first) style-remembrance and that I'm going to... die! Yes, seriously. I can't imagine my life without this. The coolness of cool you see, the omega of alpha. And then I recured to the spring 2011 Z Spoke by Zac Posen sunglasses, which I have written about and which I've been already stoned of. Let's imagine these together. We are treading heaven right now, the brilliant combination of childlike pleasure and sassy charm. How wonderful. How magical.
Ez az átlátszó GYÖNYÖRŰSÉG pont ezt a (talán első) igazi stílusemléket juttatta eszembe, és azt hogy... meghalok! De komolyan. Nem tudom elképzelni az életem e nélkül. A coolság coolsága kérem szépen, az alfa omegája. Aztán akkor eszembe jutottak a 2011-es tavaszi Z Spoke by Zac Posen napszemüvegek, amikről már korábban is írtam, és amiktől már akkor is elszálltam. Képzeljük csak el ezeket együtt. A mennyországot tapodjuk éppen, a gyermeki gyönyörűség és a pimasz báj ezen briliáns kombinációját. Mily csodás. Mily mágikus.

see-through boots via, Z Spoke by Zac Posen spring 2011 sunglasses edited by me

Look what innocent legs I've got. Yes, I'd like to touch them.

ladies, black mass, innocent legs, Annuit Coeptis

You are dead, I like you

I mean my mum's flowers.
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Feeling like a stomped worm

Today I travelled about 7 hours - home to school and back - to pass in my thesis. Can't believe, and I was the first who did, that seems like a miracle. So I feel myself deadbeat. Anyway my feet are full of vesicles, I can't stand on them. Have a nice evening to everyone, I'm going to blitz the couch like an old buffer and dulling my brain cells before the television.

Úgy érzem magam, mint egy agyontaposott giliszta. Ma körülbelül 7 órát utaztam - az iskolába és vissza -, hogy leadjam a szakdolgozatomat. El se hiszem, és én voltam az első, ez egy kisebb fajta csoda. Elcsigázott vagyok. Egyébként a talpam tele van vízhólyagokkal, és nem tudok ráállni. Mindenkinek szép estét, én öregurasan betámadom a kanapét, és lebutítom az agysejtjeim a tévé előtt.

Boys

No more blame I don't care about men's fashion. I do. A bit. Especially if they wear Junya Watanabe, Martens or Ralph Lauren. Monk hair cut? Come on, I have some safety pins sticking-in your ears, you'd love it. Today I saw the new issue of Arena Homme + at the newsagent, I wanted to buy. That's too bad stringency makes you to give up men's fashion. In a way.
Luke wears red seersucker blazer by Hermes; navy cardigan by Polo Ralph Lauren; burgundy print shirt by Junya Watanabe; pale blue shirt by Ralph Lauren; vintage steel-toed Doc Martens by Raf Simons; tartan kilts, stylist's own; PVC trousers commissioned by stylist

Max and Moritz in Arena Homme Plus 29 S/A 2008 Photographed by Juergen Teller, street

Settembre

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TribaSpace Interview

TribaSpace loves Oui, Mademoiselle, so they made an interview with me about my style and my non-existent blogging philosophy, about my hopes and reasons of blogging. Also, I've been corresponded to Charles Bukowski ("same sense of darkness, honesty and intrigue"), what a glory! I love the text what Megan Cahn was written, so thank you so much dear, and big love to TribaSpace. Thank you guys. Read the interview HERE.

Please, have a seat

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Changin'

So you call me unreliable? You don't trust me anymore? You feel like I've stiffed you? Oh yes. I know. I let you hate me now. I promised posts but there wasn't, but - hail HAIL! - I said nothing about changes, and voilá, here's a HUGE change on the blog's design and there'll be even in the posts. I tell you why. I do like tumbrls (actually I had once but I hated its post editor so I deleted) and I like the minimalism in their designs. So I redesigned the blog. It's cool, ain't it?

And this blog never will be about stuffs like the Jennifer Lopez/Gucci, the Lanvin/H&M or the Madonna/Dolce&Gabbana collaborations. No. Actually I am bored of reading the same fashion moments on most of the blogs.

The other change: only english text. No more hungarian words. It was a hard decision and if there's too much complaint maybe I rethink it. But hey HUNS, let's give it a try. Nobody will hurt, right? Because you know how precious you are to my heart.

New posts are on their way.

Silence

... and remembering.