Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Magick, without tears.



I know nothing about Antonio Marras. Except that my favorite male model/gothic hotness Shaun Haugh appeared in his menswear campaing a while ago. Isn't that phatetic...regonizing brands by their models...But I know tons of things about glitter and confetti. I've had glitter in my paintings (mixing glitter into oil paintings, that is basically my life), on my eyelids, in Sweden from Ice Cream stick and I've seen Patrick Wolfs wonderful glitter make-up very close and gone trough his hair. And the person that Patrick got into glitter is my friend who knows all the tricks how to transform cheap red glitter and random red lipstick to an talking fairytale Ps. the new i-D editorial with Patrick is amazing.






The glitter on the snow
the place to always go
Do what you will
Do what you will




Back to Antonio Marras and his Spring/Summer show from Milan. And again back to off topic, I first got in to Klaxons when I read about them from i-D. That was...over a year ago. Crazy how the time passes. Anyways I still find them relevant, especially when combined their lyrics with this show. Or more likely, it's setting. The white runway - covered with white glitter. It looks nothing but cheap. This is like Finland in spring...when magazines are screaming SPRING TRENDS but snow is firmly staying in the ground, I always get angry. And like the runway glitter, the reflection of snow, the one your shoes fall into, is something very beautiful, another masterpiece of the nature. In my interpretation, Marras regonizes this (well more likely his team member but who knows) and presents the clothes in very very early spring setting. Like in movies, if you want to see something that is realer than real you have to look into the cinematography fiction, and this theory sometimes works in fashion too. We don't want to think about the snow in Autumn when were seeing Spring/Summer clothes and Winter is right ahead. But when Marras puts fairytale glitter in the runway, the fiction, the fantasy, in suddenly realer than ever. There will always be snow when spring rolls around (the always part is bit untrue though :((( ), atleast in this part of world. But now I'm actually dreaming about it, but most probably it's not going to be a fairytale in April, because a fantasy that becomes real is called a nightmare. Should I say something about the clothes? But I don't want to...I do like the braids (another fairytale add I guess) and that there is only flat shoes. Magic without tears...


pictures from catwalking

Sunday, September 23, 2007

They say a watched pot won't ever boil, you can't raise a baby on motor oil, just like a seed down in the soil you gotta give it time.

So I was going to post about this but then I was like...this is a fashion related blog, who is intrested in my cooking...but then I was viewing this picture from Nylons October issue that has Valentine Fillol-Cordier by Sebastian Kim. It's called That's Amour. As it occurs: there is a pot.


(scan by jealous hearts)

And here are some thoughts.

1. I want to see 2 days in Paris
2. A boy in our school has these kinds of glasses
3. I need to pay my library debts
4. Yay my hair has grown a bit
5. Oh and this thing that happened to me today...

I decided to prepare some food today, because of the seminar (I saw Ranna from Väärä Dikotomia!) and the movie (I'm a cyborg but that's OK <3________<3) I didn't get much down yesterday. So I took a pot and but a heat on and uhmm I guess it was too hot when I decided to add some Extra Virgin Olive Oil....and then boom lots of flames. LOTS. I mean, once my friend saw little flames while we we're doing something similar but I thought that a pot in flames would never happen. Like in that Arcade Fire song...so I took the pot and I was kinda scared so I put it on top of the sink (how stupid am I??) and just watched the flames (how stupid am I??). Then the fire alarm went off, because of the carbon monoxide. Then finally I got a towel and put it in the top of it all and moved it to the balcony. I later discovered I put the pot on a rug (How stupid am I...), and it's all burned black now...the rug and the pot. The fire alarm was kinda loud and it alarmed kinda long, and after it went off, I saw from the balcony some lady who had come out to see what was happening. I was too ashamed to say anything...

But it all ended good and I just got another pot and started all over again...

Thursday, September 13, 2007

I send poison. Poison wells.

Recently, I went to screening of Hans Jyrgen-Sybebergs Die Nacht (Night, 1985). It's a very long film, lasting 6 hours. And it has only one actor: the wonderful Edith Clever, who really shows all her acting skills, in her monologue where she reads out pieces from western literature, from Platon to Beckett. And what can I say...it is really an adventure. Shot mostly in Parisian theater and in b&w, it plays with shadows and camera angles and one thing that really made appreciate it: Edith Clevers simple, but effectively working wardrobe. Less is really more, in this case and Seberberg really has made the simple yet changing wardrobe, and the way hair is styled (in a simple but beautiful bun, opened, tangled..) an advantage.

The first scenes are shot in what seems old, abandoned house, which has lost it's dignity, covered in green tags with messages from the troubled new world. The first moments of the both parts(thank god for that), the prologues, are coloured, and they have these wonderful light blue and creepy shades which make up an intresting start. Firstly, the hunting Edith Clever starts to read while she sits in a armchair, moving the armchairs coverlet nerviously, and finally placing it to her shoulders. And with such dignity she expresses, it only seems natural, and the coverlet in the shoulders look like the most stylish thing, normal, and beautiful. In the next scenes she is standing in the various parts of the house, wearing big, black coat that looks very stiff and warm and the way she just stands with it and reads aloud is really inspiring. Oh I don't really know, in some scenes she is wearing the black coverlet....but you can't really tell. She talks about native indians and the coverlet and the way her hair just falls, make her seem like old tribe leader, last of their kind.

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In the first part she is wearing simple-cut, well-fitting black dress. It seems to be jersey. It fells below the knees but it's figure-hugging in the top. She has bare feet and only one accsessory: simple golden necklace with long strap, she keeps moving it around her hands in some scenes. In the second part, she is wearing same kind of dress, the hemline is longer, and it's lot flashier material: maybe polyester. When the first dress was pretty much timeless, this is is def. from the 80s, that you can tell from the shiny material that make the dress seem complicated, versus the simple but elegant dress of the first part.

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Now, you might ask, how on earth will two dresses and a coat be intresting for 6 hours and uhm why is it such a thing to blog about. Well, I think that this movie, which is actually not about the clothes, but about the literature, teaches a lot of things about style. Here are my views what this movie tries to say about styles trough its clothes, mixed with my thoughts about style and such things.

1. It doesn't matter what you are wearing to get people intrested, but more how are carrying yourself with the clothes. They can never take away your dignity. Be beautiful, be the kind of beauty you want to be and work on that. While not all of us are natural born Edith Clevers, we can take cues from her. Good posture, for example. Movement, great movement. Try to get clothes that look beautiful, even when you're walking around, or sitting for that matter.

2. Less is more. Make it an advantage. Wear clothes that fit. If not the body, then the mind. Discover lots of new shades of colours and non-colours. Use your hair as an accessory: try to make it look natural. Make-up is not an necessity , nice skin is. You don't need bulk of clothes every season. Also, try to get well-cut, and comfortable clothes, the ones you feel comfortable no matter how you are sitting. Stiffness is OK in some cases, aswell as roomy.

3. Take things that seem to be little odd, and make them work. Carry them well. If it doesn't work out, too bad, but if it does, you'll thank yourself. Hesitating is OK. Mistakes are ok. Making the same mistake twice is OK. In one scene, Edith Clever picks up an large piece of leather that has been on the floor, as a blanket, and wraps it on her waist. She transfors to an Queen, Queen of Simplicity and Understanding the value of Textures.

4. Use the most beautiful, extraordinary clothing, but don't hide them underneath lots of crap. Put it in display. In the film, there is this scene where Edith Clever picks up an piece of white leather that has some kind of tribal print burned to it, and it manages to look so beautiful & crisp. First, she holds it in her hand for a moment, streching out the arms so you can really see what the piece is about and then she puts it to her shoulders. If you're bying something that actually has a need: e.g a winter coat, then make sure you buy the best material, and something that looks great on you all the time. Statement pieces!

5. Style doesn't care about your social class or the insides of your pocket. Or what is around you. Like in the movie, where around Edith Clever there are only shadows in the stage, these are modern times, and you can be the most stylish person in the world, if you want to. You can't always tell by looking at the clothes what is someones background. And isn't that freeing.

6. Remember, whatever you achieve in your lifetime, some people, most people will only remember you by your appearance. Words are very
unnecessary...
So, dress the way you want to be remembered. Clothes are very important. And don't forget that you can be stylish and taken seriously at the same time. There is no need to dumb yourself down, not even when your wearing a pink t-shirt with rhinestones, that make up an pair of scissors.

But anyways...though all the words in the world try to make us sense...

they can only do harm

and every weekend, or weekday there is the same mantra in our heads.

all I ever wanted
all I ever needed
is here, in my arms.


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But not like that is a bad thing.

pictures from http://www.syberberg.de/Syberberg4/EdithClever.html You can also watch videos there, extracts from the film.