I almost forgot! Tomorrow is the last day of my new friend Mimmi Mattila's exhibition of cool drawings and stuff at Galleria Punavuori! Go go go! Art is good for you! Here is what you do: go to this one tomorrow and then on Friday there is free entrace to Taidemuseo Tennispalatsi's Dada and Surrealism exhibition and you'll feel like you've done something in midst of all this doing nothing and you won't get so depressed either and you'll love more. Then clean out your room and find your old schoolwork and be amazed how clever you were as a child and go out drinking afterwards to celebrate that. I was supposed to go to my homeland Estonia tomorrow but I've got no money, would have needed some extra cheap tights and alcohol beverages though. I wish I had money to develop some film!
Morrissey was fun, although I couldn't clap because of the night before. I also can't go out without wearing tights because of the night before. After the gig I went wandering around, saw some disturbing things and took a bus home. You know when moz throws his sweaty shirts and people go crazy and start tearing it apart? Well, I got a piece cause some nice guy tapped my shoulder after the show and asked me if I wanted one. Yay! It was just enough to knot it around my wrist.
Morrissey tonight! I think last night was fun too. I love summer, I've got no money (but a new croc imitation bag and crazy jewelry with african coin from 1956), I've got no Pet Shop Boys ticket and I lost my phone last Wednesday. I don't mind, I've got my friends and all the people around me are enough, with a touch of lipstick. Sanna took this picture one night when we were over her house, in the woods, we played Tomb Raider and ate cupcakes and I fell off from trampoline. That's how I actually feel right now..
You know sometimes when you're in the cashier line and you kinda feel like your outfit deserves only the prettiest packaging, that your not-quite-chanel (well, Coco herself said that luxury is all about the illusion anyway) jacket and bag would perfectly match with Vogue cigarettes? Well, I've been there and right from that moment on I've yet again realized how the modern day with its choose the right crackers choose your life via the right products has drained me out and actually how sad I become when I read of sale scores, seeing brands everywhere and the ads in bus windows forcing me to not look out if I don't want a headache. At the same time I cheer at the scores, congratulate myself at my knowledge of brands and their history of violating and I have to admit sometimes I purely enjoy the outdoor ads taking over public space if they happen to be high-fashion images pleasing my eye. Whenever I buy something new, especially from high street, I try to soothe myself with the same mantras: it's made of this and this material, made in this and this country or it's just plain simply updating my look to bit a trendier mood. Usually I find myself feeling more happier in something like a second hand jacket with a classic design that's over twenty years old and I'll probably wear it for another twenty, and all this for 3 euros 10 cents. I've bought the H&M loose shirt made in Poland and spent three hours reading Adbusters and Wired in it to be reminded that hey, it's a great buy but what the fuck, all these people in thrid world country wastelands with their swollen eyes from the toxic, could there be something wrong with, uhm, everything?
Here is something that I found useful today:
Never go to art school. Never go to New York. Never rent a loft. Dump your font folder. Forget symmetry and colour coordination. Stop taking text from editorial that you don’t read and packaging it in eye-catching ways. Walk away from your computer. Then take off. Go to India, rural China, Rio, Caracas, Belize. Mingel with the filthy rich and the dirt poor. Dig up all of the roots of terror. Make hunger, disease, cruelty, lust, greed, self-preservation and genocide your roomates. Then, when you run out of money and can’t take it anymore, fly back home. Look in the mirror. Face your fears, your weaknesses, strengths, your imminent demise. Then, when all of this begins to get into a master narrative in front of your eyes, go get a job.
- From Kalle Lasn's Design Anarchy
I feel like staying home. I feel like staying over my friends, like now. I've never made my home a place where I could relax, cause it's covered with piles of stuff, like this great interior magazine I bought on one rainy day. I want to make my room beautiful, a place I'd welcome every time I open the door. Before that, I'm at a happy place in my friends houses, at parks, in the streets watching people around me instead of the endless stream of the life I should be living, smiling back at the fake smiles and blank stares.
It's midsummer! I lost my phone! And I got new wedges from DinSko sale and a ring from museum shop. Sanna took the first picture when we went to see a skating film a while ago...one has to experience all kinds of stuff in life, you know? Like posting crappy pictures etc. I also got new Wolford Velvet Deluxe 66s, Dr. Hauschka skincare products and sequin skirt and a tunic from H&M, jesus. Well, I've been chucking out lots of clothes so it's alright. I just want to read blogs and fashion news (Like Choo for H&M, I really hope the shoes are made in Spain atleast) and read and go to film festivals and everything. We watched von Trier's Antichrist recently but secretly I enjoyed some other crazy skating film I saw later that night more... Have a wonderful weekend you all! Love and tenderness! I love Marina & The Diamonds!
Here's a video I shot for DINOSAURUXIA's song Sky, featuring our friend Lauri Kopio represented by brand new Swedish modeling agency Nisch Management. He was also featured in Theonestowatch just few days ago! It feels weird to see pictures I've taken up there cause four years ago I used to be such a fanatic over that site among the other modeling pages.
Well today I did totally pointless stuff, went to a museum opening in hopes of free food and was there any, of course none. That sucked. And it had like half hour speeches to boost up politicians egos and stuff and the whole exhibition had one cool piece of art and that was not even the one the opening was for. Whatever. Then we quickly took a bus and met up with friends and went to a totally cooler opening in small gallery in cool part of town and the opening was titled You Don't Have to Be Cool To Be My Friend which was way more better and intresting than the stuck up museum stuff and cause my summer school days are over I'm probably going to do a post about it. After hanging out in the gallery for hours we went to a bar nearby and there were young (= my age. Have you heard this song by Mickey Gang..I was born in the 90s? It's awesome.) DJs spinning tracks which I like cause yeah I can actually hear music that makes me feel at ease. Sweet! After that we just took a bus over my friends where I'm eating their food right about now.
DINOSAURUXIA will perform today at Korjaamo Bar in Helsinki, it's totally FREE and VERY INTENSE & AUTHENTIC. Depending on the weather, the show is going to start around nine at the terrace or at ten indoors. Hope to see you there!
I love my new dress! Well it's not actually new at all..I bought it 4-5 years ago from my UFF for couple of euros during the boho era, ah. Then I stored it. When I was going through my clothes to suffle away (four huge bags and counting) it emerged again, just when I was thinking about getting summer dresses cause it seems like I don't have ones. I just easily shortened this one and now it's my new favorite summer dress! 50% cotton 50% modal, perfect perfect perfect! Most of my clothes are second hand...and it's kinda weird these days that your shoes and blazer are made in Italy, dress in Finland, belt in Canada and then my ripped Wolfords, in Austria. Just makes me wonder, you know?
The latest issues of Italian and French Vogue are just so inspiring, or maybe I'm just very absorbing right now. Don't know. Either way, they still are wonderful to me, in a long time. This year I've probably bought 5 magazines, which is really weird coming from me. I don't know, I don't know... I applied for a job and found out I didn't getting from huge advertisement canvases. I'm not going to live in a shopping mall and write about my life. Instead, I'm living day by day, just writing down what I feel. I wish happiness would come with a monthly salary too.
You know that feeling when you're desperately trying to treat yourself with a magazine after an exhausting day and then you just can't find anything that would meet your expectations that you don't already have? It sucks. So I was extremely pleased that the latest issue of S Magazine is looking good. I didn't have the money to get it, well, actually I got an interior magazine instead, my first interior magazine. The summer days are getting weird, I've been wearing long jackets and studying and cursing my friends over the extra cheese in pizzas. I don't like cheese. Why do you have to cover perfectly good vegetables with cheese...I just don't get it. I get money...
They way I define luxury isn't by a fabric or fiber or the amount of gold bits hanging from it. That's an old definition. For me, luxury is about pleasing yourself, not dressing for other people. Marc Jacobs
Master couturier Cristobal Balenciaga was so disillusioned by the dressing down of society that he abruptly announced the closure of his house. "I was staying with Mona Bismarck in Capri when the news came," Diana Vreeland recalled in her book. "Mona didn't come out ofher room for three days. I mean...it was the end of a certain part of her life!"
When you look at a person, do you see the spirit or the sexiness or the creativity? Just to see a big diamond, what does it mean? It's all about satisfaction. I think it's horrible, this judgement based on money. It's all an illusion that you look better because you have a symbol of luxury. Really it doesn't bring you anything. It's banal. Miuccia Prada
Sometimes the cases are truly horrific. "I remember walking into an assembly plant in Thailand a couple years ago and seeing six or seven little children, all under ten years old, sitting on the floor assembling counterfeit leather handbags," the investigator told me as we drove away from the raid. "The owner had broken the children's legs and tied the lower leg to the thigh so the bones wouldn't mend. He did it because the children said they wanted to go outside and play."
Luxury fashion brands today are too available, everything is too uniform, and the customer business is too pedestrian. It's like McDonald's: the merchandise and philosophy behind it is very similar. You get the same hamburger and the same experience in every McDonald's. Same with Vuitton. Tom Ford
There's always something special. You can see what's mass and what is special. Luxury is not how much you can buy. Luxury is the knowledge of how to do it right, how to take the time to understand and choose well. Luxury is buying the right thing. Cristiane Saddi
Luxury is the ease of a t-shirt in a very expensive dress. If you don't have it, you are not a person used to luxury, you are just a rich person who can buy stuff. Karl Lagerfeld
Just some pieces of text from Dana Thomas' book De-Luxe. I just read it for the second time and I'm glad that I have read it in the first place. And another set of my nature photography, cause the tide is high and it's rising still and I don't want to see it on my windowsill...
