Long Time!!! Back again...

For a long time there was silence; a strong mourning around pavements, trashy clothes were everywhere, where the patterns could not fit...too much garbage to feel right...the strings were about to clash against the chains, arguing whom would take the honour to kill there owner! What about the silence? Were my words gone? Perhaps it's just the warm touch of treason... you see, my lungs where tight, tight enough to not feel the air, or water...my heart was pomping the blood out of my shelter...well I was just a screaming voice, once found, once miscalculated, once enough, once too much, then lost, again empty, not ready, still running, crumpling around memories...what too do lady? Disguise? What mask should I put on this time? It is silly, but still it is the answer...truth prevails darling...truth prevails. As complicated as it may seems, there will always be a coming back...mine was soon enough...my mistakes were paint in deep clear blue water. Well, my eyes will be resting, since now there are reasons to forget my winter solstice. My sad eyes will be shut, never again smiling...do you know how to find your way? Future is always a mystery...but I'm sure believing is the right key to that door...cause THIS IS IT...My journey and a solution: Who would expect to find a ticket office in hell? Well they sold me a ticket back to heaven! Perhaps it was just about soft hands. 

I'm so sorry for being late...

This time I won't forget this baby, trying to learn how to dance

I'll be posting styles soon, promise!

Kisses,

Juno

Source @ TheFashionisto

Pagan Poetry

In Exklusiv December 2010

Ph: Krzysztof Wyżyński

Model: Marcin Ziółko

Miscalculation...

Juno was waiting down the hall, staring at nowhere, wondering when would his sun rise again. Once he believed nothing good, or charming would meet his own vanishing eyes, nor embrace their tender sadness. Once they were water proof...nothing can melt a frozen heart when himself screams the cold wind, you know?...Once there were mountains, clouds, beasts, violence, terror, innocence...a great white ocean as his heart. Juno was, as you might now understand, a huge bottle of solitude. Singing he was: 

"Swim with me my mama when I dive in the ocean of death,

I will cry if I am not with my family

You could be my friend eternally...

Send to me my father when I dive

Please remember, father, we must try

Try not to forget our family

Oh, my darling father, rescue me..."

Sometimes Juno cried about what was empty...and the days were passing by...sometimes he just got plenty...and the days they never came back...sometimes he just forgot, what is past you just have to let...let it go...make one of the suns snow, and ring the bells of nothing...he jumped of joy sometimes too...perhaps to learn how was the feeling. Although he has always known that he wouldn't feel pretending, he certainly has always believed in Neverland...certainly he has founded Peter Pan himself in his own soft wooden bed...Well, Juno lived where the clouds didn't move...where the time seemed to be still...Juno was a boy...a rescued memory...the most pure and innocent memory...A little boy full of dreams. Literally, he was a lost boy...indeed he would never grow up, he would always search for his long lost mother, he would always pretend, he would always be...DEAD...

He had a dream...a crazy reckless dream...that always put a genuine smile in his face...He has always known that it was just a dream, something impossible...but he would like me to share it with you. Let me see how to start...why not in his own words? "There are days where I find myself capable to look in the mirror, and stare at this monstrous face of mine...I see no sadness, nor crumpling moments of loneliness...I see a woman...running throw the harvest...with a child. Well...it is not any woman...it is my love, my future; and the little girl is Alice...that is the name that we gave to her...she is just like her mother: a sweet face, with a honey like curly hair, always happy, beautiful as my wildest dreams, a little angel...the only thing about me there are those sad ocean eyes...Well, I'm loving!!! Can you believe? What a dream! I watch them running, singing, wondering where am I hiding; I hear them saying 'I love you'...and I cry of joy...complete perfection!" - He said...

Well...Juno was lost down there...but then, it was then...when, not very far, the dream got awake, the sun started moving, the heart melted, the rain got happy, the smile got truth, and he was in love...He grown! Can you believe? Alice got possible...And he found that, no matter what obstacle might appear,  no more then miscalculations, the answer will always be the same: YOU've gave me life...Come what may!!! Come What may!!!...

Indeed he found a bunch of miscalculations...The story stays the same...

To my Curls...

source | Valentine27 @ TFS

Un Dimanche à la Campagne
In Vogue Paris November 2010
Ph: Mikael Jansson  
Model: Sasha Pivovarova

Music: The Great White Ocean by Antony and the Johnsons

Some doors are never to open!

"Look! There it is!...the door!" There I was running through the pride harvest, touching the smoothness of something so simple as the wind blowing my crying fingers...I was running, as always, running towards something I've always known, still something I've always felt missing, still something I've always searched so tenderly...What's about running? Everyone has to run...the problem is to find something that  is worth the effort..."I was thinking about curious things to think the other day, and, in the process, I found myself losing sense for a rather odd piece of noisy thoughts...sorry father, but I certainly can't help but to talk about this thing that I was thinking! Why people always feel in need to search the end, the answer, the door to the ultimate truth or certainty?...I simply can not trust myself about the reason why...All my tiny life, as you see I'm just a child, I certainly tend to believe that searching for an answer is the funny part...not find it, for sure!"...Keep running my darling...life is all about running...run and find your doll, your kinky mask,your way to breed, to create...be as you are and touch God's lungs...make him breathless...make him believe that we care for nothing then just our right to choose and lose...that's all about learning and dealing with the consequences...I may not believe in God...but still I will never worship some image of perfection or all-knowing beings, specially because there is nothing to be proud about that...specially because, when there is nothing more to learn, there is no more to believe, there is no more to achieve, there is no more to run for! I ain't serve no God...is my wish, my turn to choose...Humans are outrages, my Gods and Goddesses, I serve my humanity, my need for understandings, my rage and all my demandings, I breed my doubt every night, to be able to seize everyday, every single sunrise...I understand the magnificent behind being doubtful...Forget about the rules, darling...Door? that is an illusion...you just want to run...feel free to burn...feel free to fall and embrace your sins...Like me or not, I'm here on the spot, learning and running without a plot, freely as my ability..."Look: the sunrise! I'll be happy again! Ohhhhh...I found no answer for this cancer...Well, father always said: «great minds always find the muchness in the meanwhiles»...What have I learn? LOTS of things...so...let us find another question!!!..."

Source: Fashion Gone Rogue

Russian Dolls

In Vogue UK October 2010

Ph: Tim Walker

Model: Karlie Kloss

Alexander, Oh Alexander!

When everything is cloudy and lame as hell, here comes Sarah Burton to revive the magical perfection of McQueen's soul! Of course this is a beginning...the moment where Sarah will start to free herself and show her point of view...it will take time! Loving Lee McQueen as I loved and love makes this whole collection a mix of crazy feelings... reminds me how we will miss him...but at least, part of him keeps living in these clothes, full of memories.

 Source: Style.com

Models: Nimue Smit; Victoire Mac-Dauxerre; Frida Gustavsson; Marique Schimmel; Marik Le Roux; Lili Ji; Kinga Rajzak; Patricia van der Vliet; Hanna Samokhina; Karlie Kloss (respectively).

It WILL grow back like a starfish!

Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
Stingy thingy into little me, me, me
But just "ripple" said the cripple
As my jaw dropped to the ground
Smile smile

It's true I always wanted love to be
Hurtful
And it's true I always wanted love to be
Filled with pain
And bruises

Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy
Screamed " I just compeletely love you!
And there's no rhyme or reason
I'm changing like the seasons
Watch! I'll even cut off my finger
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!"

Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
And he checking time did punch me
And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
Happy bleedy, happy bruisy

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very happy
So please hurt me

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very very happy
So come on hurt me

I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish

I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
Like a Starfish...

By Antony and The Jonhsons

Source: The Fashionisto

 Stone in the Creator of Devotion

In Vogue Hommes Japan 5

Ph: Matthew Josephs

Models: Abiah Hostvedt; Others

After all, I'm still a child...

Source: unknown

In: Vogue Paris August 2010

Ph: Mario Sorrenti

Model: Eniko Mihalik

That was the point: suddenly, all so clear, so perfectly doubtless, nothing wrong, always such a magnificent sense of opportunity…happiness…not the beginning, always the moment!

“Once upon a time, there was a gift, a tiny little box crafted with the most peculiar parchments. Many said there were leafs and diamonds; certainly it was the imagination; others described flames wrapping the box, while water proclaimed her place freezing the gift’s padlock…I’ve seen it: the dark flames sucking all the light around (they must burn), the tiny spark of the ice shining, as it was showing the move of the key towards the moment of the opening night. I don’t know why the padlock had been frozen, neither why it was in such a shiny state of objectiveness. Well, if I may, let me introduce a new meaning for this word. Objectiveness: the capability of an object to seem an object, more or less the personality of an inert thing. So…where was I?…oh, yeah...the state of objectiveness. My impossible mind thought that the padlock may be waiting for the key to come back. Where is that silly key? My curiosity lend her hand towards the need of knowing about the content of that majestic box, so I sent to my body the request for that key, and so began the confusion of a savage search…Where it is? Where it is?...behind the wooden door of the swimming tree? No. Perhaps near the talking watermelon. Nothing. Could it be inside something? Well, If I was a key where would I hide myself? Let me think it clearly: I am a key; I open something; something is important; and more important than that is the thing that something is holding; so, I’m the door to a precious thing, a thing that needs to be guarded…definitely I would hide myself inside something too…regarding the piece of art that is that outrageous box, the key must be well guarded. Let me think again: mmm, inside something so? But what? Looking around what do I see? Trees, a lake, a door to nothing, a pot inside an invisible vase, lots of chairs blooming from a huge pine tree, grass and a bed near my feet, oh I forgot, me, a moa (such a huge bird)…weren’t them extinct? Perhaps I’m dreaming…but still, this is a sublime exercise for my mind, so I must keep on going. Concentrate silly mind. The key: no…every spot seem so lame; no way, in a dream of mine, would a key hide in such vain places; the place must mean something, that I’m sure. What is the most special thing here? I’ve tried everything! Wait…I didn’t try myself…could it be? OH…AH, AH, AH (cough)! There it is…THE KEY!...Where have you been?? Doesn’t matter…let’s open it!

The moment the key put her sense into the padlock, meters away, the ice started to melt and the need for each other bloom in such a rage…suddenly the key flew from Her hand, suddenly the box was open…

“OHHH!!! I’m not seeing another key, am I? Now I must find the meaning for this happening too! Luckily I’m a curious girl…and smart too…such a pity living this gorgeous box behind! Sorry Box, but I’m afraid that I can’t touch you…My skin is too fragile!”

And so she run out of time…running from box to box…ignoring the perfectness of each and every one…She couldn’t see that the good things pass us by, that the end is not THE MOMENT…Always the HOURS between us…Always love between us…The hours to see the river flow…let us flow by the HOURS.

Craving for your heart...

Long ago there were some stories, stories about a soul full of memories...There were times about certainty, times about courage, times about love, times about lust, times about angry, times about rage... There were times. I'd like to tell you one of those stories: the moment when the soul tries to explain to the carrier the truth about love, rage and innocence. Well, she cried: "Long was my wait to know you, long was the time to let you in, now I know what you are, not to be allowed to sink in!"...How can I trust my innocence? - he asks. "Learn to cope, learn to see what is real, not what is delusion"...Can I forget whom I love? - He tries. "No, not at all...seek the past, purge the present, erase the future, proclaim the memories, and feel free to die!"...Do I need to die? - Wrong question for the carrier. "Do I seem lost? Do I seem vain? Why don't you love me instead???" - Soul yells. "No matter how beautiful you are Soul, no matter what you are...I'll always love others instead...a problem of my head. This was the time, and I will align...I see your beauty, I feel the northern wind telling me to change, and I will! Why can't I learn?" - He tries to rest. There was a turnabout a month before...the pores crumpling down the whirlwind of lust...he lost...passion, oh passion...craving thy heart for sell...oh desire...telling him to go...oh reason...vanished! Time comes to meet the confusion of thy mind...slay the earn for touch, make him earn too much, let him love, teach him the cost, the ways of lost. And so it was...craziness turned into savage moments...moments that became memories...memories that became meaningful...means that have met love. Oh...Why? He lost...And then, far way, love talks again: "3 minutes and I'll rape you! Freedom is the thing you must! I'm not lust...make me go or see the trust my rage can free." "Why don't you see me? Now I've learn to believe me...Life is great as a teacher...this is a picture of how raging people meet the secret: I've grown my heart; I love every part; I'm free to feel every single spark; I know what's worth the effort...I'll meet every sense...I'll feel immense...I got the way, really...I would see it anyway, secretly."

Source: Fashion Gone Rouge

In Interview - September issue

Ph: Mickael Jansson

Model: Mariacarla Boscono 

Note: Nudity
Just an outstanding work from one of my favourite models.

A Sad Drop of Everything! A stunning preview...

Dust is falling, comforting the tiny tears of rain, bringing back the constance of mud...maybe stone someday! It is time to regret the crazy blossom of spring and summer, look within souls, within our matter...What's about time? What's about such stunning power? I want to be motionless...I want to freeze this lack of certainty! In fact, what's the meaning of time? How can it be, such a divine mess, rule it all? Does it really means something? You see, can you find a good point to explain time? It is so subjective, so mutable...If an intelligent being, far from earth, lived 1000 human years, what would mean a day for him? Does it make sense? Einstein brought relativity to the way we look at time, got away from the unifying truth of everything. For me, time is very physical, close to a touchable thing...I see it in everything, because, what is time if not the measure for ageing, our count down about everything? You know, you might not see it, nor feel it, but even a stone, even the most inert thing, the tiniest atom, gets older, and older each day. Everything is made by atoms right? And an atom, for instance, will decay towards emptiness...Matter turns into light...light into matter...that's the whole point about E=mc2...perhaps it is a notion that most of the people would find awkward, but yet it is an intriguing way to see the world! Nothing is quite as it may seems, nothing is simply this or that...maybe it is a bit of everything. I'll be waiting to turn myself into light...patiently...I'm in this state called life...let me absorb everything on it, cause it feels perfect!

Source: model.com and vmagazine.com

Uptown & Downtown

In V Magazine #67

Ph: Mario Testino

Models: Carmen Kass, Anna Selezneva, Freja Beha Erichsen and Sasha Pivovarova

Between Mirrors

There is a sun; there is a moon; everything runs with the sense of a perfect balance, a kind and wild thought that makes us believe in future and give up on past. What is balance? What if this sensation is, as always, a miscalculated belief? "I'm at home, alone, sleeping...it is 5 o'clock in the morning, the streets are being cleaned up by those who we don't even notice...shadows between nights...then the moon gives up on time, and the sun comes and rises...I wake up; my life stills standing up towards my mirror: What do I see? The perfect being? Perhaps not...maybe chaos could describe mankind; maybe doubt could proclaim herself as the queen, why not goddess?, of our messy trashy cloudy room called earth. I walk beneath the skies, I breath, I pollute, I hate, I love, I could die or keep living, I could forget but I still remember, I could see the hateful living beings but most of the time I give up on feeling, I could not hurt people or feel hurt about it but I can't, I could sleep without the touch of death but I'm mortal, I could believe I'm significant but isn't that an illusion?, I could see my life with the guarantee of success but I know I'm lost, I could pretend to find myself within this labyrinth but I can't find balance...There is nothing like that within. Now, could I give up on dreaming, wondering? NO...never...I got back from my office now; I'm undressing myself; let's look again in the mirror...What do you see? Everything...I can see it perfectly...the winds blowing up my hair; the hope, all the possibilities, that make me lose the point on superficiality; the persons living, who hate me, who might not yet love me, who love me above all the things, or that simply love me...I love them all!"...It's not because our nature is to live between mirrors, trusting ourselves to the illusion of eternity, protect what we have hating and feeling envy, or even killing, that I give up on humanity...I love it all...We where born from the perfect match, we where born chaotic, unbalanced, full of imperfections...but we all have it all...The good and the bad, the wrong and the right, the future and the past...Above all things, we lack of balance...we where meant to disrupt cycles, to corrupt vitality...but yet, we where meant to do GREAT! I'm staring at the mirror now...I see no men...

Source: yvymag @ TSF

In Harpers China - September

Ph: Daniel Sannwald

Models: Jacob Coupe and Charlie France

Fur of my Flesh

I won't give another annoying philosophic dissertation about my thoughts...now I just want to say what a talented guy!!! Such a strong bone structure and, as I can tell, a huge talent for photography! I'm not a big fan of fur...specially on menswear! But I'm getting used to it...perhaps I will change, who knows?

  source: steelmachines @ TFS

Mad Season

In Zoo Magazine #27

Ph: Dancian

Model: Charlie France

Androgynously happy

What means to be a man or woman? Nothing at all, I believe! What is the gender but a misconception of society, the way people understand and normalize the movements of our bodies and minds?
Social limits for social persons raise a violent question: Am I a foreign soul in a strange body? Within this bunch of social nonsenses, at least the way I look at all of this, lies the true source of prejudice and self-destructive thoughts that create boundaries right there, at the birth of our character. I believe every person struggles, at some moment of life, with doubts and misunderstandings...although the point here is the conception of our sexual being, without taboos, this same stupid gender question turns out to be massive. It's still true that women struggle to achieve better jobs, it's still true the belief that men can't know how to dress without being gay...there a lot going on...still true. What people think about fashion world? A bunch of homosexuals, low weight girls and craziness to be mixed up and used like objects! Well I don't know from the inside, but even if it is a bit like that, reality is that society has lost the natural limits...So many rules without logic, so many trashy little disgusting thoughts, so much hate...Why people don't see the things as they really are? We all are human beings, we all are going to die some day...so why chasing Jews? Why kill for the difference of the colour of your skin? Why homosexuals need to love in secret? What's the problem to be proud of the difference, when the difference don't do any harm to anybody??? I'm proud to live loving...no matter what...I'm proud to be able to feel freely! I've found that my rescuer lived in the soul of my girlfriend! I'm free now, and you?

source: Thefrency @ TFS

Rive Gauche et Libre
In Vogue Paris - September 2010
Ph: Mert & Marcus
Models: Andrej Pejic (all the photos uploaded), Daphne Groeneveld, Malgosia Bela and Lea T.