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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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.
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?
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
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
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.
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."
Credits: all images about Tina Chow.
When I was forced to the silver vs. gold question I used to immediately answer: gold. But I've changed. As I'm getting older I prefer less fussy pieces, and silver seems more clear-out, more quiet. Turning from gold to silver is like turning from Meadham Kirchhoff to Rad Hourani. A big difference. Of course, I still go mad for Meadham as much as I can for gold. By the way I don't wear any jewel recently, nothing.
Silver rises every year, more or less. So, get affected by Warhol's fun, Acne, spacemen's suites, the mighty Barbarella's costumes or all of those sci-fi flicks of the 60s-70s. Let silver overflow your veins... and when you feel sick, forget about the whole.
Credits: Silver Clouds by Andy Warhol 1966, Acne Fall 2011, Julien Macdonald Fall 2009, spaceman suite
I DESIRE TO DANCE UNTIL DEATH
I DESIRE TO DANCE UNTIL DEATH
I DESIRE TO DANCE UNTIL DEATH
I DESIRE TO DANCE UNTIL DEATH
I DESIRE TO DANCE UNTIL DEATH
I DESIRE TO DANCE UNTIL DEATH
I DESIRE TO DANCE UNTIL DEATH
I DESIRE TO DANCE UNTIL DEATH
I DESIRE TO DANCE UNTIL DEATH
I DESIRE TO DANCE UNTIL DEATH
"It's very hard to get your heart and head together in life. In my case they're not even friendly." Woody Allen
