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The Art of Fashion - Some thoughts on my Research

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

University helps me learn new ways to work everyday, it learns me how to do research, but also how to think by myself, to make up my ideas. This year, for my thesis, I am focusing on fashion, and all of my researches and readings tend to lean towards the same final idea: fashion is not art. I am nobody in this privileged world, and my words do not have any weight, however I am one of the person who does believe that fashion is very close to art. Fashion can be art, who would wear a Dior Couture dress to go shopping? It is not anymore made to be worn, it is made to be exhibited. Hence the growing importance of the Victoria & Albert Museum, hence the Vuitton exhibition in New York, hence all the magnificent coffee table books on fashion and designers. The more I learn on this field, the more I observe the process of creating fashion, but also the process of creating a discourse of fashion, the way fashion appears, where and how it does take roots, the more I believe in a mesmerizing artistic and aesthetic facet of fashion. The work of the craftsmen, the work of the designer, starting from the first drawing, the work of the fashion journalists who decide what is today's fashion, but also the place fashion occupies within our society, makes me want to believe that this field is much more than the superficial world many people see in it. A product of fashion does not have to be seen solely as an utility. We must appreciate the work, the ideas, and the clothes. Fashion might not be admitted within the art world, but as a lover of fashion, I will always look at a Balenziaga couture dress the same way I look at a Renaissance painting. It is not because it is ephemeral that fashion cannot be studied and loved, actually this makes it even more beautiful. You have to see the beauty in it before it fades away. 



Birthday Celebrations

Saturday, 18 November 2017

Birthdays always had a lot of importance for me. And here I am not talking about my birthday, but the birthday of people around me. Of all the members of my family, from my mother to my little cousin, but also my friends' birthdays, and mostly my boyfriend's birthday. I put a lot of importance in this celebration. I actually realized that to make him happy became one of my priority. I organize everything well in advance in order to be sure that he will spent an amazing time, I try to plan with his family for us both to be back home on this special day, I spend days looking for the perfect gifts, and to find the perfect words that I will write on his card. It is his 4th birthday that we are spending together - cannot believe we've known each other for so long already - and as usual I want it to be perfect. But this year it does mean even more to me. For my latest birthday, he couldn't be there, and on this day, when I celebrated with my family at home, and when his seat was empty, I realized that I couldn't enjoy this special day without him. And I don't want him to feel the same as I did. It has been a long time we have been together, but it is on those special moments that I realize he is the man I want to spend too many birthdays with, he is the man I want to make happy until the end of times.

Happy Birthday S. ♥︎

Love you, A. 

Blogger Style: Negin Mirsalehi

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Engin Mirsalehi hans't has been a blogger for long, she started her blog only four years ago, but she has already achieved a lot. Her blog, first of all, but also her brand Gisou, which just released its fourth product a week ago. Born in Amsterdam of Iranian parents, Negin cultivated a very interesting still, looking in many directions, and definitely not getting stuck in one type of looks. She tries, and never fails. I had a hard time trying to figure out categories to show you my favorite looks of hers, but I finally found those three headlines that I think sums up pretty well what her style is all about. She has for sure a sexy vibe, yet this is definitely not all that has to be said. A blogger of many facets. 

Comfy & Casual

Simple & Effective

Sassy & Sexy



A Day in Poetry IX

Saturday, 11 November 2017

Lonely Girl

All alone in my room
I count the crack on the wall
To forget time,
To forget space.

All alone in my room
I watch the clock go by, 
Staring at my damaged leg,
Where blood spreads 
As minutes go by.

All alone in my home,
I see people I love being alive,
I stalk with jealousy,
Counting the tears on my cheeks.

All alone in his room, 
I pretend the knot in my throat is not real,
I pretend the whole in my heart is not there,
I pretend joy, 
As I hide my scars from his eyes. 

All alone in this town, 
I see him happy without me,
I see him not needing me, 
And I stare at me in the mirror, 
Dying for a him to call me.

All alone in my room, 
I watch my phone not ringing, 
I notice my legs becoming more and more scared,
I see my blood drying on my tights, 
And I loose track of time.

All alone in this world,
I try to disappear.
All alone in my head, 
I try to forget who I am.
All alone in my heart,
I know that nobody sees, 
Nobody cares.
Nobody knows how well I manage the art of loneliness.


Dream Home VI

Wednesday, 8 November 2017