Fifteen minutes with you, well, I wouldn't say no.

WOW! Chics Filles from September French Vogue, shot by Matthew Brookes, giving a page for each Paris Vogue Girl. My favorite is Veroniqe Didry, who is yours?

I'm going to order the classic Dr.Martens in black for Fall through internets so they are only 86 euros! Bliss. Then I want certain pieces from H&M's Rei collaboration, some black Pedro Garcia suede boots (more!more!more suede!) and Alexander McQueen skull scarf, really. Probably won't have the money for the latter two though. And I really need a large bag and a leather jacket, that Balenciaga one would be a dream...

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The Dark Knight

FUCK FUCK FUCK. I'm sorry for my language but why? Why? Why haven't I cleaned my closet for a while? Why is it all my fault that I've got moths? First you notice a stain that definitely wasn't there three months ago. Then you get suspicious and what do you find...Well, I bought ceder wood things and lavendel moth gel and I hope someone is happy to find jumpers from freezer instead of pizza. Sorry for that. Why don't I have Batman for my personal Gotham City...nevermind, they were just some old ugly pieces but I hope the damage stops here. I do not want this. What I want is several things from Dior Homme's F/W03 collection, ads shot by I&V again.

I've stored quite a lot of weird clothes past two nights, taken them out of my closet, knowing that one day the might be useful but right now they are just getting in the way of my style and general well-being. I also got rid of all the ten metal hangers I had. I'm not stopping here, you know what I'll be doing tonight. And after that, washing, washing, cleaning, repairing...

Understand, learn to demand, compromise, sometimes lie, get the balance right.

Today, after fifteen minutes of trying to find a nice t-shirt with my ugly pair of jeans, I rushed to catch my bus and tripped over in my Zara boots. Won't someone help me please, cause I got to pick myself up from the ground in this concrete jungle, what do you got for me? I inhaled for a second, stood up and then just slowly ran 500 meters and catched it anyways. My jeans have a grungy hole now, just when I was about to rip them. Perfect. My right hand palm will heal. It's not like I'd have list of demands written on it.

I just feel like trashing half of my clothes so the ones that I love would just be surrounded with space. Just getting half of the things I own out of my life. And the next time I want to buy something, it would be Hermès. I've been reading Deluxe: How luxury lost it's lustre by Dana Thomas and it has been helping me with this ideology. This editorial here can be seen in September French Vogue, it's like a broken record if you ask me, but not really. The kinda record you would play over and over again. Daria, Emmanuelle Alt, I&V...I don't think with this I'll ever need a paper cup if I feel like choking. Not getting sick of it! Though I'm definitely paying the price to become whatever is promoted as proved today. Oh, Anna Selezneva is the covergirl, it's only her second Vogue cover this month.

Yesterday, coming back from the Sigur Ros concert, my friend asked me an intresting question about a friend's friend behaviour towards me: don't you care that she thinks you're an airhead? I never succeeded in giving a good first impressions, or second, and my dressing doesn't help either. But do I care? Have I ever...? In fact, I just forgot her behaviour until my friend brought it up. After years of building this sheild after being bullied and blah blah blah stylish stylish low self esteem...seriously, a girl in combat boots and red dread locks should know better. Maybe she was just having a bad day.

P.S I'm not going to post lots of pictures of myself anymore, not before I've become exactly what I want to be. I don't know how long it's going to take but in the end I want to fully connect to Morrissey's lyrics: don't rake up my mistakes, I know exactly what they are...

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you're your mothers only son and you're a desperate one

This week has been really busy - I've been to ten film screenings and then there is the Sigur Ros tonight - so I apologize for not updating. I'll be probably wearing the third ensemble tonight, the black tube is a minidress, with the Zara booties and sheer hosiery. What an unexpected outfit for the hot, but sraight, but hot post-rocker guy hunt. We have seats, so I also thought about bringing an pillow and a blanket and kinda die to the wonderfulness. How about not wearing new shoes in a gig for the first time by the way, even with seats...though the outfit looks fab. I'll just save the shoes for tomorrow. Maybe.


My friend took a really hot photo the other day..about a boy who just came to our school..he is wearing feathers and nice make-up (it was the welcoming fest for the new students) and he totally channeled Saul Williams. He looks really scared all the time, whenever I see him in the hallways or peek into a class he is in..like he is looking for his identity or something. I see these confused boys coming in every year, but they never lose their charm. And this was supposed to be a post about all the nice clever things I've bought recently and will wear over the...coming months.

A nice, Tiger of Sweden tank that I throw under everything. Black top with snake pattern. Bstore shoes, Arvika festival tee with totally cool graphics, then a black tube, then the shirt and some nice trifted pieces. Blah blah blah and we'll teachourselves to care. Why everyone else's buys are always more intresting? When I try to write about mine, it's always like I hope these people don't think I'm too shallow, like anyone would care that I happened to buy a t-shirt made in ILO-controlled factory using organic cotton or that my coffee I got in a film festival tent is Fair Trade or that I shamelessly eat non-vegan cereals with soy milk over my friends or that I still buy crap shoes in wrong sizes.

If you pay enough attention, you will notice that everywhere you go, Cut Copy is playing in the background. It's like they've quietly taken over the world. Every store you step into, there's a song playing that evolves and you suddenly find yourself jamming to it. If in doubt...it's Cut Copy?!? The Pet Shop Boys of our times.

Before I forget

I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery

These pictures...must do something about my room. But lately I've been totally in love with this shirt that my friend pulled out in charity to make fun of it but to me it was a perfect animal print shirt. The jeans are trifted Levi's 501s. This ensemble looks great also with the Zara booties, well wouldn't you know what I'm trying to channel then.

Astro astro girl why don't you leave this leave this world?!

Oh my god. I just accidentally broke something that my SCHOOL owns...the camera tripod...why?! Maybe it's the karma: when you've patiently waited something good for a long time, something bad must happen in a mere second. I hate myself & want to die?! So today I bought the Zara boots and then something extra from Dinsko. Oh. Maybe the Erasure DJ Promo Only (why do I always find the best vinyls anyways) will cheer me up. I'm so scared to talk to my photography teacher tomorrow.

Cashmere jumper, Marimekko, vest, second hand, skirt, friend's aunt, shoes Zara, shoes Dinsko.

Every Day Is Exactly The Same

This is going to be a beautiful day. I get money and I'm able to buy coursebooks, pay course fees and I also have to admit, I'm little bit in debt to a friend. I'm going to buy French Vogue, 032c, Crash, A Magazine, do a round in my favorite charity if I have time and pick up the Zara's Balmain inspired suede ankle boots (I'm almost sure you can spot them in the Fall campaign) I reserved...wait. Justifications. I've been eyeing them for three weeks. I really want them, you see. There is a little problem though...why? Who am I kidding, I probably won't get a lot of use out of them. My school days follow the 8.20-16.15 routine. I've got nice courses, yes, but a lot of them. How am I ever going to take nice artsy colour pictures and then develop them in 10 cms? No way. It's also really rainy these days. They cost 90 euros which actually is a huge amount if you put it into context - with 90 euros you can resole, recolour and repair a fair amount of your old pairs. But in the end I am going to get the Zara booties - I want to be totally rebellious once in a while. Last time I bought something new wasn't long ago but the item, grey cashmere jumper, is totally boring and safe?! I can choose to believe the world these booties get me into, because I'm not buying them but rather the image of me looking even a bit like Alt, Traina or Sasha in this picture, everyone I adore. Being part of their, that amazing wear-a-sack-with-high-heels-and-it's-cool world. With only these little booties. Amazing, isn't it?

All of these bought identities...I could be building anything.

Image from zara.com

I just can't get enough!

So Iris is kinda big deal these days. Two Vogue Italia covers! But what about Hartje Andresen? She is an intresting case. Born in 1984, this beauty from Hamburg, Germany has done a variety of jobs over the years (she was discovered back in 2003). Marc Jacobs campaign by Juergen Teller and a Jil Sander fragrance ad? Yeah, she has appeared in them and still remained relatively unknown. Where is the big buzz? Even I haven't paid notice, though she has been in things I really adore - Stella McCartney Pre-Spring looking all earthy? That was her. The model in Helmut Lang Resort 2009 presentation we all so loved... also happened to be her. And if I own the French cover with her...you get the point. She has done all the right jobs to get my attention but I've been too busy to notice. According to WWD, Fabien Baron backs her with a Sigerson Morrison campaign to prove. I&V have shot her for V Magazine. She has lots of freckles! And a whole lotta heart - in her homepage you can see a video of her in Ethiopia, raising AIDS awareness. Excuse me for posting overtly much black and white pictures lately, sometimes also featuring freckles. And photographed by I&V. Sometimes you just get into this loop! Now, lets hope Hartje has a stellar SS09 runway season, maybe repeating Ann Dem?

French Revue Des Modes, ph. Thierry LeGoues. Scanned by OlgaKorbut @ tFS. V Magazine, ph. I&V, from V's website.

and this is not my face and this is not my life and there is not a single thing here I can recognize and this is all a dream and none of you are real

So I've been searching into my computer files..I have never really saved anything but random pictures. Old Dior Homme ads make the expectation though...holy shit. Hot models looking away in various backgrounds wearing Hedi's designs, shot by I&V. I remember when I was 14 and really into Dior Homme. Dior Homme and Balenciaga. Maybe this even more than Balenciaga, if possible. I only have five seasons saved and I need more, I hope you don't mind if I post all of them because see for yourself! Major inspiration for eternity and beyond. I've been thinking about getting a pair of really nice sneakers, actually. This campaign was for Strip, SS04. How time slips away...

I haven't wanted to do anything for a long time but whatever you got right now would probably suit me fine.

He isn't really comfortable with being photographed, so I decided to offer him cigarettes in order to keep those hands off his face, like he's Madonna or something. I gave him two Vogues Lilas. When our friend found out, she said that she's got three cigarettes left, enough to buy his soul.

do you believe she said that I said I hate myself and I want to die

School starts on Tuesday. I'm going to celebrate that by wearing all-black because we all know that The Smiths song and relate...all I do these days is wear the same clothes as yesterday and go to cafes with my friends. This is grand, not doing anything. Reading Adbusters instead of Vogue, because I can't afford Vogue after I've been to cafes, eating my friends foods to the point they get really mad and getting super nice jackets from their aunts. I just got a really nice cashmere jumper from sale, grey and oversized, just the way I like it. I'll take my grey bstore shoes to cobbler soon. My darling Bernhard Willhelms too. It's going to be alright. All those people asking...not this year. This year, this year I'm going to learn French and it's all about the process anyways. Thanks Sanna for the pictures!

Jacket&pants, friends aunt, vest underneath jacket, UFF, shirt second-hand Agnes B., tank underneath, Tiger of Sweden.

Alexander, our older brother, set out for a great adventure...

I read from an WWD article that he's branching out to shoes and a reasonably priced t-shirt line named T by Alexander Wang. Diffusion, baby! The price points are extremely low for a diffusion line though - 28 dollars to 40 dollars. Dollars. The shoes are $125 to $250. How exciting really, they tought us in school where to place dollar sings correctly. Why is he doing this? Aren't we already saturated with cotton basics? “You have those L.A. brands and then you have the $200, $300 shirts from The Row and Rick Owens." states Alexander in the WWD article, “I’m not taking away from what I’m selling, and confusing the customer. I realized there were no T-shirts that spoke to my aesthetic”. Ok cool, with 12 styles and those prices, I'm thinking this will fly off the shelves in no time. They better be good quality wise. In the WWD piece he also says something that is spot-on, something you just want to hear in this case, about what kind of tees he wants to design: “It’s like sleeping in a T-shirt and then wearing it the next day. It’s not this crisp little T out of the dryer. It’s draped and kind of wilted.” Ahh, I know I have those mornings when I just wish I could wear the T I've slept in. Sometimes I do...but I still love those clean, unnaturally white, ironed ones.


Picture from WWD