Let the flowers be forgotten

Do ghosts exist? I mean, can we use the word exist in the case of a ghost? Burning questions. Where ghosts live? In the sky? Between the livings and the deads? In deserted homes? In punished little girls? What's the best thing to do when you meet with one of them? A deputy of the other world. It's not an X-File, it's for real. Ghosts for real. Let me think that... which are the best words to salute? "Welcome back", or "what's up?" sounds a bit offensive. I got a book, The Most Famous Ghosts in the World. I should read and maybe I'll get my answers.

Sources: Black Eye by Sally Mann 1991, Ghosts in the Hollow by Jim Lo Scalzo 2009

Hands up and identify yourself!

Sources: Gojira 1954, Acne fall 2011, Identified, Giles fall 2009, Aymeline & Alla by Josh Olins for i-D Spring 2011, unknowns,
Arthur Dove: Red Sun 1935.

Monday morning, I hate you

Dear Monday morning, you ruin all of my weekend dreams, the imagination of all the unreachable dreams I fight for so hard to catch.
Dear Monday morning, I hate you.

"What do you mean,' he said. 'Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?" - J.R.R. Tolkien via Gandalf in The Hobbit
Sources: unknown, Alexander McQueen fall 2011, Nosferatu 1922

Abbatoir B

SPRING, TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE, I suffer so hard.
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: The Lyre Of Orpheus

Read carefully and do not complain

The first promise was a fashion blog, you thought. The second: a style blog, you thought. And now, are you disappointed? You get bored of Oui, Mademoiselle, you don't read it, you don't like the pictures I post? Than you should leave, yes.
But if you know what means the "style" I'm talking about then you should talk to me more. Be my friend. Style is above all, as Bukowski says and being stylish is not equal wearing expensive, modish clothes. Oui, Mademoiselle is still a style blog, more than ever, even if most of the times it's not directly about fashion. A house, a food, a painting, a book or a landscape has its own specific style. Do not think in clothing. Sometimes I think clothes are boring. Sometimes clothes bore me stiff. Open your eyes. Receive the naked, pure style, like a monotheistic recives Lord's calls.

Come to me SWEDISH ORTHOPEDIC CLOGS. Both of you are sweetly welcomed.





Two of my biggest fears: hurricanes and put-out eyes.


Sources: photo by Saga Sig, unknowns, Swedish Orthopedic Clogs, unknowns and Bob Dylan.

Changes: Again, yes.

As I'm constantly changing, my blog must change too. It's growing up with me. Say goodbye to the past layout,
I loved you and maybe we'll meet in the future again.
But for now, let's try something new.
[I have no time and energy to re-edit all the past posts, so they stay as they are.]

Pale green lights, pale sneaky nights

How cheap my rhyme-technique, right? And this title was 3 minutes to find out, because I did not want to use the trite 'light-night' pair, but you know, it's Friday morning... I said, MORNING. I'm usually non-usable at mornings and those happy commercials about having a happy morning because of a coffee/cookie/face cream are hard LIES. By the way I'm in school and I'm blogging. Cool.



Sources are unknown. Shame on me.

Adulterers Anonymous

I'm a bit more combative lately. And I'm listening to female punk bands, watching the movies of Jim Jarmusch and nineties' new generation, reading The Life of Joan of Arc by Anatole France, prefering naked women, and writing my first script. Oh, yes.





And I got more to tell about Exene Cervenka, later, later, later. I work now, The Script, you know. This is the first chapter of the procedure, the second will be finding someone to make it, I mean, giving me a lot of money to make it. Ha-ha.


Sources: Loulou de la Falaise, Tina Chow's 1989 Romeo Gigli from the 1992 exhibit at FIT, Henri Matisse: Goldfish 1912, Johnny Depp, unknown, Adulterers Anonymous by Lydia Lunch and Exene Cervenka, Milky Wimpshake: Lovers not fighters album cover

Sleeping on the roof

When I'm fondling my little kitty, I always feel like a little silly girl who could sleep with her on the warm roof, every night. Warm lights and milk.




Sources: unknown, Memory Cassette cover, song Sleeping on the roof by Memory Cassette, unknown

Sisters of Mercy

Here was the time to make an Asia inspirated post. From Aya Takano through Murakami Haruki to Akira Kurosawa and all the greatest ones called to my mind Hussein Chalayan and Chia Hui Liu, those wonderful niggling paintings and those terrible sea monsters. This is my little memoir. Now, pray for Japan.








Sources: Hussein Chalayan Fall 1998, unknown, The 36th Chamber of Shaolin 1978, The Pop magazine, unknown, Hussein Chalayan Fall 1998, unknown
NOTE: Yes, some of these images are not by an Asian artist but they're mood feels like that. So yes, I know that Hussein Chalayan is a British/Turkish/Cypriot one, not an Asian.

One Cigarette, Two Lights

Sources: Gianni Versace Couture ad, Devon Aoki, Vogue 1950 One Cigarette Two Lights by John Rawlings, Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren's Sex Shop in the seventies, unknowns

'Ugly Shoes We Love' in Papercut magazine

My article about Ugly Shoes in the latest issue of Papercut magazine. Something about the connection between ugly and beauty, The Age of Ugly Shoes, the two different ways for following fashion, the vicious cycle you fall into if you wear ugly and two pieces of my new born collection.
Thank you so much for Papercut and Nicole Bechard for giving me the chance to appear in their cool magazine and being the part of it for a while.
Read the magazine and my article by clicking HERE.
Ugly Shoes We Love by Annamaria Kiss is at 25 of 92. Thank you.

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