I lost my Je Suis Belle virginity today

Oh yes, that was a so big surprise when I got home today and a package was waiting for me... the sender: JE SUIS BELLE. Oh kids, can you imagine that feeling when a designer-duo send you a piece of their collection?? Can't really describe. I felt like, you know, those american bloggers who are spoilt by the warm-hearted designers. Sooo f*cking good feeling, really! Is that happened to anyone here? In Hungary? Ah, I feel special, favoured and happy (so you can't break my happiness down telling me I'm not the first one).
Thank You very much dear Dalma and Tibi, you made my day (month?), caused an unforgettable experiance, the honest joy I feel now! Big love to You <3
Ezúton is köszönöm Nektek kedves Dalma és Tibi, felejthetetlen élmény és őszinte öröm, amit érzek! Nagy láv Nektek <3

A few words about the bag. That's obvious I like it. No, no, no. I love it! Not because it was given to me, but because it's RAD. Yeah, my loyal readers, you know I don't use this word very often. It's for a foggy night, watching the craters of Moon, feeling desperate and desolate, your blew's in the air, and you're waiting. You're elegant, but in a solid way. No jewels, no glitter. It's your night. A night for hunt. Mysterious and compond. Really for me.



Je Suis Belle website.

Pre-Fall sounds fancy, right? (part 2)

While everyone's attention on haute couture, I have a few more words on pre-fall. Do not argue about pre-fall's irrelevance or significance. It's like resort, the same case, not that important but fun to care for, that's sure.
Celine. Has my biggest regard of pre-fall stuffs. You know, Phoebe Philo mixed everything she found: the facetious Harris and Shetland tweeds (what the designer calls "modern urban camouflage"), the discolights of silver trousers, the uproarious refreshed military, the leopard/leather pair's hooker senses, the stony businesswoman's stiffness, and the old lady's timeless foxfur. Definitely the best collection for september, if pre-fall means this period. Whatever pre-fall means.


Maison Martin Margiela. THE COATS. There's nothing more to say. "Bimaterials (the typically Margielan—or let's say Maisonian, since the Maître has left the building—practice of juxtaposing two fabrics or materials on top of or adjacent to one another)." It's really an inimitable trick just like a Jean Eugène Robert-Houdin one.

Reem Acra. I'm not this evening-dress and cocktail-dress liker kind of. But hey, look at these. Beautiful. Classic. Peafowl. Nebula. A more radical version of The Little Mermaid - for adults, or a costume for Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra (1963). That's how (and where) I imagine these.

Rochas. So Oliver Twist, so 1800s - with the heavy flats and boyish, wide trousers. The other resemblance is Charlie Chaplin. No? That's why I like this collection, doesn't hold on to effeminacy phrases. Wide, mannish trousers, astrakhan caps and ankle socks remind me to Fellini-characters, Italian neorealism, a bit of circus world, clowns especially. You know what? I want to wear these to school, to party, to dream! Perfect to cut a dush.

Antonio Marras. Reeeeeally something for your grandma, right, that's what you think now? Honey, be honest! But hey, following the witchy vibes of last fall, this is a perfect continue. (I hate the hair.)

Pre-Fall 2011: Celine, Maison Martin Margiela, Reem Acra, Rochas, Antonio Marras. Photos from style.com, selected and edited by me.
Pre-Fall sounds fancy, right? (part 1) HERE!

You know, I'm not your classmate anymore

Fiona Apple, High School Satanic Worship, Björk, unknowns, last one Janeane Garofalo and Winona Ryder in Reality Bites 1994

Easy and cheap

I've started a diet today for being thin like a stick and size zero. My breakfast was 2 black coffees, my lunch is a home-made cheap salad and my dinner will be some millet-balls. Nice, yeah?


I was so surprised when I tasted my easy-and-cheap-to-make salad: it's so delicious and tasty! I mean, REALLY! I don't lie, try it! The recipe:

• fresh mixed salad
• 2 boiled eggs
• 1 apple
• some portsalute
• 1 clove of garlic
• little bit of salt, lemon juice, balsam vinegar, sugar

Bon appétit!

Nobody cares how cool you may think you are if gigs aren't fun anymore

Randomly. Toooo tired to write anything now. Sorry kids.
Sources: Jeremy Scott Spring 2003, Kate Moss, Comme des Garçons flats, unknown

Finally, it's over

Today I've taken my final examination. I came off well. So... I have my diploma. College is officially finished. I feel relieved, but I think I will miss a bit. Now I am deadly tired. Go to bed and watch a german expressionist film, maybe Dr. Caligari. Kisses and hugs to all of you, love. New post tomorrow. Au revoir.



The last 3 movies I saw.
The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (Die Bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant) by Rainer Werner Fassbinder 1972, Port of Shadows (Le Quai des brumes) by Marcel Carné 1938, The Firemen's Ball (Hoří, má panenko) by Milos Forman 1967

You won't find me working 9 to 5, Too much fun being alive

Hey guys, I'm back. So nice to meet you again! This time, not my laziness but learning set me back of blogging. Sad, ain't it? In three days, on Tuesday I'm going to take my FINAL EXAMINATION, whoah! Actually my mum's more nervous than I am. Learning about philosophy, universal filmhistory, hungarian filmhistory, film theories, genres, even about religions. Madness!!! Too much for 3 days. Hundreds of pages. (I take my degree on liberal arts-filmhistory and filmtheory department.) Wish me luck and cross your finger for me, please. Thank you, my dears. Till then I'm back enjoy this typical inspiration post, a moodboard for present.






Givenchy Fall 2005, unknowns, Anarchy in the UK by Sex Pistols, last photo Chloe Sevigny for i-D august 1995

I'm going to levitate in the anger I feel now

In the last few days I wasn't in the doing-something-cool mood, and still there's too much problems. It seems life is coming back into me, but not as you may think. Actually I am a bounder for some time past. Usually there's thoughts in my mind like "I hate everyone", as the granny or like "why people think they have to jawing incessantly about something?" Cheap talks. Why can't they shut the fuck up? Just for a while? (Really, I'd rather talk to flowers, I'd gladly learn their language.) So annoying. I am so annoyed by the milieu I'm in. Today I've realized why. They are the wrong people. Not the people I want to be with. I wanna be uncoloured, voiceless, unseen. I don't see them and they don't see me. This feeling strenghtened and now it rules. The best solution is to take a long pull at my mum's herbal bottle, feel no pain and staring B-movies whole night long? Yes, sounds fair. Hannah Jean said I always seem sad. Thank you for your care, my dear! I'm not sad or something, I'm frustrated, bitter a bit. I mourn for my own soul, because I'm selfish and I can do that. So don't worry it's okay to lose your personality sometimes and create a new one. A better one. A wicked one. We can do anything we want to. I can do anything I want to. I like to be selfish and evil. Usually.
I wear black. I wear Ann Demeulemeester.
I listen to Bikini Kill. I levitate myself.
Just because I can.








Frustration, Feels Blind by Bikini Kill: recorded Live in Washington D.C. on April 4th 1992, unknown girl, Bitter Moon by Roman Polanski 1992, Ann Demeulemeester autumn/winter 1997/1998, Shut the Muddle up by butchtuffington, unknown, levitation original

Ulisse's ball

"In 1553 he took his doctor's degree in medicine at Bologna, and in the following year was appointed professor of philosophy and also lecturer on botany at the university. In 1560 he was transferred to the chair of natural history. At his instance the senate of Bologna established in 1568 a botanical garden, of which he was appointed the first director. About the same time he became inspector of drugs, and in that capacity published in 1574 a work entitled Antidotarii Bononiensis Epitome, which formed the model for many subsequent pharmacopoeias." via

Ulisse Aldrovandi

Lick my legs I'm on fire

I miss this girl. I miss her hooker days.
So fragile, so wild.

I relive the PJ Harvey experience nowdays, again. So I'm going to write more about her soon.