Fun fun fun, you gotta gun

Sources: Pirelli Calendar 2001 by Mario Testino, unknown, Romeo + Juliet 1996

Ray of Light

Last week the first smells and rays of spring were intruded into my room. Warm lights. Really seems this spring has some inspirational power, I feel myself strong and determined, rays give me mighty energies and positive charges. Creating and working more and more (and by the way refreshing my weardrobe: I'm selling some clothes - unfortunately only for my hungarian readers because of my worldwide delivery problems).

We (mum and me) had a some-kind-of spring-cleaning process but in a low key way, yet. I found two postcards at the bottom of a dusty drawer. Venice, Italy and the Big Apple. There's some italian text on this, was written to my mother, Elisabeth. I love her international name. In hungarian it sounds Erzsébet. Is this a love letter? Anyway, it's beautiful.

Oh, yes, my heart is bleeding. N e w  Y o r k  C i t y. My biggest desire since I was 13. My cousin lived there for 5 years in the nineties and she sent me some clothes and I still wear those t-shirts. Jesus, you see! She always will be my lovely and special cousin WHO LIVED IN NEW YORK, even that was so long ago. Sooner or later I will live in the USA, I know this for sure. About my mad adration for the USA I'll write later if I find the words to express this painful love.

Eat spring winds

Spring winds, here they come, at last, and the rebirthing of life has begun. I took a walk today morning and I could wear my jeans jacket (thank God, no more winter clothes!) and my hair was floating plumb. I was so happy.
Now, I am badly hungry but you know, I can eat these roaring spring winds and it makes me still happy.





Sources: Grace Coddington departures at Rochas, Eat the rich, Marten's, unknown, Chloé Memisevic, Hermés window by Leila Menchari

I was Born This Way

Listening to Born This Way by Lady Gaga. Here we are, a historical moment: I write an entire post about Lady Gaga on Oui, Mademoiselle. Wow. Ok, I tell you again, I don't hate her - my further feelings here - and I secretly dance and sing by Born This Way at lonely nights. Really. Actually this is not a secret anymore, DAMN.
When I talk about this song, the severance between the music and the official video is a must.
The music. Of course at first I heard only the audio and it was a love at first hearing. This gay-pride-feeling, this drifting energy, this catchy tune, this heaped musical kitsch is so confusing and so addictive. It seems so familiar and at the same time so dissimilar, a song we were suspenseful waiting for long since. For me, this old photo of Gaga represents the mood of not being "a drag, just being a queen" (and this is my favourite photo of her, too). The music definitely reminds me of the series Queer as folk and the nights when I secretly watched it in the living room in undertones that my parents and my little brother could not hear the dirty sounds. Actually this is not a secret anymore, oh no, DAMN... AGAIN. The fool I am.
I guess Born This Way will be my spring-anthem.


The video. When I started to watch this 7:20 minutes long "short movie" - wondering along the 2:30 minutes long prologue I thought:
- Man, this woman is some kinda genius! A freak one. Cool.
(Even if that EYE on her chin is awfully ridiculous.) And when she walked in at 2:30 in that black bikini, I thought:
- Oh, NO!!! You ruined everything, idiot b*tch.
You know, it's totally boring to dance in a black bikini with some background dancers... hey, I expected more of you, Lady Gaga. We all expected more of you. It's so Alejandro, so uninteresting, so trivial. By the way I think if she'd wear more clothes on herself she was more extraordinary. From 2:30 to 6:43 I was f*cking bored, even with the Thierry Mugler inspirated skeleton make-ups. Is that normal in the case of a Gaga video? Is she tired? What's up, Gaga? The most beautiful part is in the end from 6:43 - this is the closest to that visualization I imagined this song will "look" like. My biggest problem  is -and maybe it's strange to hear by me but - the whole conception is too dark. This is a powerful, vivacious song... I wanted colours, a lot of colours, smiles - I risk to say - happy people, not suffering ones. Something different, something ALIVE. Something like the Movie Star video by Róisín Murphy. This video is a disappointment.
Dear Gaga, I love your song but I'll avoid your video for a long long time.



Sources: Lady Gaga via, Justin as an angel in Queer as Folk, stills from Born This Way

Poisoning, yeah

Sources: unknown, floral collage by Cheyanna Treadway, snow in microscope, forest burns, Drew Barrymore in Poison Ivy 1992

Does it say in there that I'm promiscuous?

This title describes my posts, too. Ah. I have a huge, I mean ENORMOUS, to-do list so I'm suffocating --- tons of books to read, tons of films to watch, tons of collections to look at my mouth waters for, tons of blogs, magazines and tumblrs to look through, tons of homework to do, tons of thoughts to write into The Book... and many more, of course. By the way (part 1), currently I read Edgar Allan Poe, The Lord of the Rings and a book called Divattükör (a hungarian one, means something like Fashionmirror) by Antal Csipes. And on 15th of March my article about Ugly Shoes are going to come out in a cool magazine. Life's great. By the way (part 2), here's a little question to START the conversation between You and me: which was the last film/book you saw/read and how much you liked it or not? I am ready for the voices, c'mon!





Sources: The Doom Generation, Nancy Spungen, Winona Ryder in Girl, Interrupted 1999, The Fog 1980, Pump Up the Volume 1990

The Hooker with Jungle Fever, Hurrah to Her!

Starting the parsing of fall collections with Givenchy seems an in medias res inception. A hard one. Currently I listen to klezmer music, the album of Andy Statman & Zev Feldman from 1977, and it helps me much to imagine this whole area. As you may get used to my assay-habits, you know I won't really talk about materials or give detailed pattern featuring. I rather imagine the circumstances this all may exists in.

Mixing black panthers, pin-up girls (Bettie Page mainly), jungle vibrations, "purple orchid prints, black patent, see-through organza, Gianni Versace-in-the-eighties silks", baseball caps, cat-ears, holy wreaths and hooker cuts makes Givenchy so vivid and sprawling. Black panther's roar. (Animal motifs are pretty modish this year, so bring out your childhood's garment or your little sibling's.)

The main line of bearing in my mind was a movie title like THE HOOKER WITH JUNGLE FEVER. Or The Jungle Days of a Hooker. (Which one do you prefer?) Really, my next script will be about the adventures of Masha, the Holy Hooker who - after a plane crash - gets lost somewhere in South America and become the protagonist of Henri Rousseau's paintings. Ah, Jesus, what a story!

Back to Givenchy. (So hard, you know, I've totally empathized myself into this epic tale, huh.) Stop joking, this is serious business. This collection is like a neon-version of catholic baroque ornamentation with a twist of wilder, feral sultriness and lust. Only for urban beasts. Of course, this is For Your Pleasure! Definitely MYSTICAL.

Givenchy Fall 2011, photos via style.com. More about Givenchy couture, and labels.

Punk will always be better than dubstep

Sources: PJ Harvey, Punk will always be better than dubstep,  others via unknown

The whispering of sea

Continuing the sleepy lagoon theme... I'm really like floating in this spirit. Living on a deserted island has always been my secret desire. No human voices, just the whispering of sea and nature. A place where you can totally isolate yourself, your soul and mind. Ah, how perfect. Anyway if you can choose 3 items to take along on a deserted island, what would they be? I'd take a sharp knife, a Woody Allen movie, and a huge can of sweet corn. Very useful, right?




(And now I think I dive myself into fall 2011 collections, so a runway special post is on its way, hurrraay!)
Sourses: unknown tumblrs (if you know any credits, tell me!)

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.

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.




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.




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.

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