torsdag den 22. oktober 2009
tirsdag den 20. oktober 2009
A smile
A painting that has so ultimately gone down in history, although, I'm still wondering why? Is it because this woman, is a symbol on women-nature from past to present? You can't figure 'her' out, is 'she' smiling, who is 'she' looking at, what is 'she' thinking, why so blue, why not so blue, why the melancholy that so clearly stands out in the colors used? Who is 'she' - or who am 'I' - am 'I' defined by the colors that has been chosen for me? Is there a quiet desperation inside of 'her' that's thinking, just pull the trigger?!
mandag den 19. oktober 2009
A bluesy monday, that disappeared, because of "DARK WAS THE NIGHT"
Dark Was the Night is the twentieth compilation release benefiting the Red Hot Organization, an international charity dedicated to raising funds and awareness for HIV and AIDS.
søndag den 18. oktober 2009
lørdag den 17. oktober 2009
Things we lost in the fire
Lately, I've found myself in a state of mind, where I'm trying to find out how deep a meaning materialistic possessions have for me. All provoked from previous events, and because of two movies - BABEL and THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE. Movies where the result of human interaction is a constant presence, and what it means, when communication can go wrong. They are both movies, in my opinion, where the director tries to show the audience, what is key in life, in his opinion.
So what is key in a long- or short-lived life? Is it if I have pink or short hair, is it the new expensive boots I'm eyeing? Is it the daily trips thru copenhagen on my bike watching life go by? Is it the relations I so hardly try to sustain, because without them, I don't know how to define who I really am? How can a human-being make the distinction between what is really materialistic, and what is not? Who do we look for, for help? Is it the September issue of Vogue, or the forest, that so truly follows the laws of nature? How would people react if they lost things in the fire?
So what is key in a long- or short-lived life? Is it if I have pink or short hair, is it the new expensive boots I'm eyeing? Is it the daily trips thru copenhagen on my bike watching life go by? Is it the relations I so hardly try to sustain, because without them, I don't know how to define who I really am? How can a human-being make the distinction between what is really materialistic, and what is not? Who do we look for, for help? Is it the September issue of Vogue, or the forest, that so truly follows the laws of nature? How would people react if they lost things in the fire?
tirsdag den 13. oktober 2009
Somebody who still believes in love?
http://www.hollyscoop.com/music/leighton-meester/leighton-meester-debuts-new-single-somebody-to-love_1867.aspx
Go Britain!
one of my friends gave me one of his many opinions today: "Still think that british aristocrats made the biggest and most important impose on todays fashion. It never gets old and is always present in autumn collection."
lørdag den 10. oktober 2009
tirsdag den 6. oktober 2009
So, as the introduction stated, I have a profound admiration for the people who absolutely stand out... - I saw this picture, and thought, the woman looks absolutely ridiculous, yet, I adore how every time she's photographed, she never seizes to bore. Her 'fuck it' attitude is admirable - only leaves me to say, JUST DANCE!
mandag den 5. oktober 2009
Introduction
So, after a while, with bloggers from all over the country / world, I've realized that what most fashion bloggers blog about, is themselves. Which is, fine, I guess.
After reading the newest issue of COVER (danish magazine), and reading a very interesting article, with one of my favorite fashionjournalists, I finally came to the conclusion, in which I've searched for, in my search for 'true fashion' - and the meaning that word holds. Fashion is not about, in my mind, showing your face, or how fantastic you are, it is not about getting famous, or getting invited to all the great parties or launches, fashion, in my mind, is the pure art - the clothes. When really thinking about it, fashion is an expression, clothing is a subliminal language that communicates how you want to be perceived. So FUCK what your face looks like, when thinking about a model that 'struts' down the catwalk, do you really look at her/his face? Is that where your criticsm goes?
Jean Paul Gaultier once did a catwalk where a stick-thin anorectic model walked, and the critics were outrageous, however, his response was, it's an art, and that is how I wanted 'my picture' to be seen.
Yes I understand, that this picture gives girls the idea that they have to be freaking stick-thin in order to look like what JPG wanted them to look like, but that wasn't the reason behind, it was a piece of art, where bottom-line was, the haute-couture clothes, NOT the face!
Lotte Freddie (one of the oldest fashionjournalists from Denmark) said that blogging these days is more about getting famous, or getting recognized, and she finds this disgusting. I agree!
So here's my contribution. Fashion in all its senses, from the little ones who so clearly stands out, who are not afraid to stand out, despite their surroundings opinions - fashion that does not have a face, but fashion that is dedicated to what it really is, the art of clothing!
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