Sunday, August 29, 2010
DIY vest, Only jeans & shirt underneath, 2nd hand Levi's belt & accessories & jacket, French Connection shoes
Arrived today at my new school with bags full of my favorite books about editorial design, typography and yeah I had couple of magazines too there somewhere...I am really excited to start classes tomorrow (except that I have to call police for immigration reasons 8am but fuck it)! I took really basic clothes with me because I'll take more here next weekend when I go home but I just thought that I need to wear things that make me feel like I'm not lost, so hello cashmere, heels and fur sleeves!
Today when we were shopping groceries for our dorm kitchen I really didn't know what to buy so of course I ended up with white truffles, avocado, cashews and red basil and I loved it, unlike my student wallet but it's ok, I guess I'll just eat three grams of truffles every night as munchies...
Photographs by Laura Vartianen, my roomie. Ok dudes, lets see when the first time for a nervous breakdown comes, luckily I've got a bottle for Brooklyn Ale for that!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Me by Laura Vartiainen. I have a little scar in my forehead. No one notices it but me. It remembers me of a beautiful morning when I noticed I had dried blood on my face that wasn't there when I closed my eyes and went to sleep. I was seventeen and had been out drinking with really well clad punks. Their dog ate my shoes. I guess it's a scar for happiness and today when I feel really old because I had to stop and take a day for myself to beat cold in midst of duties it keeps reminding me that yeah, I need to rest, but not for too long, there is so much to do, places to see, so much things close to me I've turned away from...
Friday, August 27, 2010
I'm wearing jacket by Laitinen, long vest DIY, Bally shoes & Moleskine calendar.
London trip pictures photographed by the magnificent Helen Korpak. The first picture was taken near Waterloo station in a waterfall you could jump into and it would make walls of water. I noticed that it was bit risky after my shoes got soaking wet, but I just put some newspaper inside and danced the night away without bigger problems. We went to a party in an tunnel and with the newspaper peeking out of my shoes I felt like an really fashionable homeless person. Wait, newspaper-coming-from-shoes...very Balenciaga, non? The rest of the pictures were taken just before we went to House of Lords to hear a speech about politics and power and ask questions from Lord Boateng. He was obviously cooler than another political figure I've met couple of years back, Silvio Berlusconi...but that time our bus was escorted by the fucking police from all the way from Salerno to Naples, I guess there is a first time for everything.
Like seeing the beautiful Copenhagen in morning sun from the windows of a white limousine. I'm telling you, I have 20 euros in my bank account but life is a wonderful thing.
Actually, I don't think I even have the 20 cause I went totally crazy in the airport on my way back home after finding Intelligent Life with Jil Sander interview and Monocle's new weekly newspaper...oh well. More about Copenhagen in couple of days, I need to do not so glamorous stuff now, like fill immigrant papers for school benefit, sucks to be an beautiful Estonian ha!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
This picture of me was taken at Tate Britain during last Saturdays Loud Tate event! London was pretty amazing, even with the scheduled art things I managed to go to Maison Martin Margiela exhibition at Somerset House and a nice tunnel party. Three rolls of disposable camera pics will follow! In the picture I'm wearing clothes you could choose among other gear from the pop-up studio but the shoes are mine. They are Bally (I found them at free section of recycling centre, don't hate) and I need to get them re-soled. This makes me feel like a prep, and sometimes I really need that.
You can wiev more pictures of people wearing lovely clothes and reminiscing old British sea side potraits here!
So, I was informed that I look like a girl in Toro y Moi's new video. I google it and come up with this: "a girl dumps a ton of sugar into her coffee, and becomes some kind of Satanic ritual victim a la Rosemary’s Baby.". Yeah, totally feeling it. I've always secretly wanted to be one of those video girls in rap videos and having a baby by 50 cent and spending all the money on Helmut Lang/Margiela archives, anyways, there's cake too in the video...
Oh well, I'm sick again, it's a Monday tragedy, got a million things to do tomorrow and all I'm thinking about is...hell, I already used my ironic mainstream reference in the beginning. Anyways, if you're sick I recommend wearing lipstick and Jil Sander blazer with a slick ponytail. And top it off with straw clutch. Made me feel like million bucks again...
Copenhagen on Wednesday!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Yo! It's me in the Vogue Italy's Summer Glam streetstyle series on their website! The reason why I'm looking so awkward is because I was walking with my friend Lauri who is one of the coolest people on earth and suddenly the photographer pops out of her office and wants to photograph ME! I was like, are you serious, me? Especially after I heard it was for this because all the other girls in the previous series are super glam and gorgeus, like you feelin it's Petra and there's me in black wearing awkward clogs! The shirt is one of my favorite pieces in my wardrobe, it's silk and I've unraveled the knit in the back so it hangs loose. Plus it was convenient in the hot summer days because I could wear it with no sleeves too thanks to the cut I made to the shoulder!
After two days of resting and trying to fight a headache and tiredness so I could leave to London on Thursday in full force to help put together an Kiasma workshop in Tate Britain's Loud Tate 2010, I am ready to use my free time there to hug Alaia clothes! I've waited whole summer! Which brings me to this: Kultu search 2010. Basically, if you are a young person living near Helsinki who wants to get involved in art and culture and work with artists and travel places for free and get to know awesome people, don't be shy and go for it! This November for example we are putting together our own little exhibition in Kiasma after tons of meetings and even getting stuck in a storm! If you have any additional questions, you can always ask me and if you know anyone who would like to hear about this, be awesome and spread the word.
These words from DMDL sums up pretty much everything in my life right now:
Must buy film to catch small fragments from it.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Good morning! I am hanging out in lingerie and Miami Beach college and basically trying to go back to sleep. I guess this has something to do with meeting three strangers and finding an deserted graffiti wall after party at 6.30 am or flashing my boobs twice to the cab driver or crying throughout the xx concert. Or the massive sweaty fist pump rave jumping occasionally without a shirt that went on here:
I also loved Caribou since they were more rougher live than I expected. Anyways, I took the first two pictures of Laura in abandoned villas near Helsinki centre. Extremes, baby, extremes, I've given you love and I've given you anger as well
and I meant them both...
After Magnetic Man's I need air, this was the best song I heard in Flow Festival:
Peace out, London and Copenhagen next!
Tunnisteet: alala alala
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Look! I found myself a finnswede friend at Flow and tried to fetch men with her Iphone! You can find more pictures at
Gorilla Magazine's blog. I'm wearing random linen wrap, top cut from a modal dress and 33 cent shirt tied as skirt. The shoes are old Vagabond and I also took my Laitinen jacket with me cause I never wear prints so double print was something I was excited about. Oh and white leather wristband! It's the coolest thing ever! I also had a white mest t-shirt in my small bag since I thought if the person who dissed Helmut Lang in my blog comments would appear I would irritate her/him so much with it, haha.
Oh and I'm home sewing plastic diamonds for DINOSAURUXIA's gig tomorrow, expect leather, silk and ...hair!
I loved last night at Flow Festival, Big Boi, Magnetic Man, Awesome Tapes From Africa and some random rave I went after I got totally drama queen and decided to cry alone. Well, I danced instead. Now I am hangover and going over to style my friends DINOSAURUXIA for their show tomorrow at Teltta. It's going down 14.10, make it an afterparty of an afterparty guys, sleep is........sleep.
Ps. download the Misf*ts remix of Safe HERE!
See you at Flow! DIPLO AND JOKER AND MAJOR LAZER TONIGHT!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Five things right now that make me more excited than star cakes with whiskey:
1. My future roommate Laura! (Pictures 1-3)
2. Stella Tennant's Bridal dress by Helmut Lang
3. The fur bag I made in spring (I thought I should add that the fur pieces were really old random pieces, because.....yeah.)
4. Going to old movies spontaneously: on Tuesday I saw The Double Life of Veronique directed by Krzysztof Kieslowski at Orion and was massively inspired by the use of light. I want to master light you see, I want to learn it in and out so bad. After the film having two glasses of rose at friends apartment was just perfect.
5. Flow Festival this weekend! London after that! Copenhagen after that! Moving to a dorm after that! I'm looking forward to Air, Big Boi, Magnetic Man, Caribou, The XX, Dinosauruxia, LOUD TATE, Only's 15th birthday party and endless weeks of developing colour film.
+ 6: The fact that I got into Stockholm University! I'm not going though cause I want to study photography for a year and since the studies are in swedish, my swedish will be so much better next year when I'm........totally going to STOCKHOLM HELL YEAH! I think I have to do some additional high school stuff to better my grades because I really want to get into Fashion Studies. I am happy, my senteces are simple, my ambitions high...
Monday, August 09, 2010
"Pasquale and I became close. He was like a prophet when he spoke about fabric and was overly fastidious in clothing stores; it was impossible even to go for a stroll with him because he'd plant himself in front of every shop window and criticize the cut of a jacket or feel ashamed for the tailor who'd designed such a skirt. He could predict the longevity of a particular style of pants, jacket or dress, and the exact number of washings before the fabric would start to sag. Pasquale initiated me into the complicated world of textiles. I even started going to his home. His family - his wife and three children - made me happy. They were always busy without being frenetic. That evening the smaller children were running around the house barefoot as usual, but without making a racket. Pasquale had turned on the television and was flipping channels, but all of a sudden he froze. He squinted at the screen, as if he were nearsighted, though he could see perfectly well. No one was talking, but the silence became more intense. His wife, Luisa, must have sensed something because she went over to the television and clasped her hand over her mouth, as if she'd just witnessed something terrible and were holding back a scream. On TV Angelina Jolie was treading the red carpet at the Oscars, dressed in a gorgeus garment. One of those custom-made outfits that Italian designers fall over each other to offer to the stars. An outfit that Pasquale had made in an underground factory in Arzano. All they'd say to him was "This one's going to America." Pasquale had worked on hundreds of outfits going to America, but that white suit was something else. He still remembered all the measurements. The cut of the neck, the circumference of the wrists. And the pants. He'd run his hands inside the legs and could still picture the naked body that every tailor forms in his mind - not an erotic figure but one defined by the curves of muscles, the ceramics of bones. A body to dress, a meditation of muscle, bone and bearing. Pasquale still remembered the day he'd gone to the port to pick up the fabric. They'd commisioned three suits from him, without saying anything else. They knew whom they were for, but no one had told Pasquale. In Japan the tailor of the bride to the heir to the throne had had a state reception given in his honor. A Berlin newspaper had dedicated six pages to the tailor of Germany's first woman chancellor, pages that spoke of craftmanship, imagination and elegance. Pasquale was filled with rage, a rage that it's impossible to express. And yet satisfaction is right, and merit deserves recoqnition. Deep in his gut he knew he'd done a superb job and he wanted to be able to say so. He knew he deserved something more. But no one had said a word to him. He'd discovered it by accident, by mistake. His rage was an end itself, justified but pointless. He couldn't tell anyone, couldn't even whisper as he sat looking at the newspaper the next morning. He couldn't say, "I made that suit." No one would have believed that Angelina Jolie would go to the Academy Awards wearing an outfit made in Arzano, by Pasquale. The best and the worst. Millions of dollars and 600 euros a month. Neither Angelina Jolie or the designer could have known. When everything possible has been done, when talent, skill and commitment are fused in a single act, when all this isn't enough to change anything, then you just want to lie down, strech out on nothing, in nothing. To vanish slowly, let the minutes wash over you, sink into them as if they were quicksand. To do nothing but breathe. Besides, nothing will change things, not even an outfit for Angelina Jolie at the Oscars. Pasquale left the house without even bothering to shut the door. -- I imagined Pasquale in the street stomping his feet as if knocking snow from his boots. Like a child that is surprised to discover that life has to be so painful. He'd managed up till then. Managed to hold himself back, to do his job, to want to do it. And do it better than anyone else. But the minute he saw that outfit, saw that body moving inside the very fabric he'd caressed, he felt alone, all alone. Because when you know something only within the confines of your own flesh and blood, it's as if you don't really know it. And when the work is only about staying afloat, surviving, when it's a merely an end in itself, it becomes the worst kind of loneliness.
I saw Pasquale two months later. They'd put him on a truck detail. He hauled all sorts of stuff - legal and illegal - for the Licciardi family businesses. Or at least that's what they said. The best tailor in the world was driving trucks for the Camorra, back and forth between Secondigliano and Lago di Garda. He asked me to lunch and gave me a ride in his enormous vechile. His hands were red, his knuckles split. As with every truck driver who grips a steering wheel for hours, his hands freeze up and his circulation is bad. His expression was troubled; he'd chosen the job out of spite, ou of spite for his destiny, a kick in the ass of his life. But you can't tolerate things indefinitely, even if walking away means you're worse off. During lunch he got up to go to say hello to some of his accomplices, leaving his wallet on the table. A folded-up page from a newspaper fell out. I opened it. It was a photograph, a cover shot of Angelina Jolie dressed in white. She was wearing the suit Pasquale had made, the jacket caressing her bare skin. You need talent to dress skin without hiding it; the fabric has to follow the body, has to be designed to trace its movements. I'm sure that every once in a while, when he's alone, maybe when he's finished eating, when the children have fallen asleep on the couch, worn-out from playing, while his wife is talking on the phone with her mother before starting on the dishes, right at that moment Pasquale opens his wallet and stares at that newspaper photo. And I'm sure that he's happy as he looks at the masterpiece he created with his own hands. A rabid happiness. But no one will ever know."
You know how magazine's sometimes print short stories or pieces from books? I wanted to do just that and this is an excerpt from Gomorrah: Italy's Other Mafia by Roberto Saviano. The suit was designed by Dolce and Gabbana and was worn at the Oscars in 2001.
Roberto Saviano (born September 22, 1979) is an Italian writer and journalist.
In his writings, articles and books he employs prose and news-reporting style to narrate the story of the Camorra (a powerful Neapolitan mafia-like organization), exposing its territory and business connections.
Since 2006, following the publication of his bestselling book Gomorrah (Gomorra in Italian), where he describes the clandestine particulars of the Camorra business, Saviano has been threatened by several Neapolitan “godfathers”. The Italian Minister of the Interior has granted him a permanent police escort. Because of his courageous stance, he is considered a "national hero" by author-philosopher Umberto Eco. (Wikipedia)
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Friday, August 06, 2010
Yay! I will be studying photography for a year....in swedish in a little town and I will be living in a dorm! I'm stoked, though I almost felt like throwing up to my swedish newspaper this morning. Damn you free Heineken...anyways, Finland has a small population of finnswedes so that's why it's in swedish.
Yesterday was just like in the movies, I guess everyone needs an rainy, melancholy morning once in a while. We went to German bakery and cafe Crustum in Helsinki's Pursimiehenkatu for an early breakfast (in my standars). I tried a blend of green tea I've never had before and treated myself with chocolate croissant. After that I put my portfolio together at home and took a train to the interview that went well, and unlike the rainy capital hoods I came from, there it was sunny and beautiful. Can't wait to move, especially since two of my dear friends got in also! At night, we went to Diesel to try our luck at Flow-festival tickets lottery (no luck), and after Diesel we continued to enjoy the night at a SAIL BOAT! THAT WAS AWESOME! Everyone had dope shoes!
These are some photographs from my portfolio. I hope everyone enjoys their weekend!
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
I'm excited because today I recieved plane tickets to Copenhagen, more about that later! I'm also visiting London for three nights before Copenhagen and there's also Flow festival coming up, so I'm enjoying this August fully though it's full of duties and I have no idea what I'm doing in September. Maybe I'll be watching Conan O'Brien's farewell speech from Tonight Show and vowing myself not to be cynical, maybe I'll be studying photography or perhaps working as a cashier. Right now I'm wondering where I could find a nice portfolio case for my entrance interview tomorrow and styling DINOSAURUXIA for their gig in North Finland which is also tomorrow. Today I actually found a nice white button-down shirt with pearls lining the collar and pockets, that's going to work beautifully.
Jonathan took these lovely pictures of me outside sauna at the summerhouse trip, just before the camera battery died. The day was turning into night, the light was perfect and we swam in the sunset. I wore my favorite leather jacket I took along to the weekend for photographs. For the rest of time I wore silk and cashmere, just because it cheers me up though it's not the most practical gear for blueberry-picking and usually becomes a victim of coloured sun block.
Wish me luck for the interview! I can't wait for weekend to curl up in bed with books about Alaia, Pantone colors, factory farming and Bret Easton Ellis in swedish....I love reading the most random mix of books.
Ps. Thanks for finnish Trendi magazine for mentioning me as one of their favorite bloggers here!
Monday, August 02, 2010
Laura and Jonathan, 2010.
So this stuff is what I'm working on for couple of days, tired after lovely summer house weekend!