Touching the lights

It's a fact...what tale could my mind ever collect, if not this reality prospect?  It's all about shiny rays of light blossom around ruins made out of chocolate..."cause everything is eatable, even I am eatable"...and you know? it's a matter of time, since I have come with this peculiar idea: my bad memories are indeed made out of chocolate, like the ruins; and, in fact, there are a huge amount of rays of light melting them down...at this moment, a funny laugh comes out tho, glowing red just alike the flesh camellia of the floating gardens of Babylon; thus you might find a sparkling glow of some great happy eyes, well, it's not everyday that you feel capable of moving, with your bare hands, the colossus of Rhodes, you will see, no doubt, a perfect environment of plenitude...cause today I've been at the top of the great pyramid of Giza, I've jumped freely feeling the water joining my body as I felt down the Niagara Falls, I've shacked the hand of Zeus, some way not far but still not that close (not inside) to the top of the hill called Olympus (in fact, you will find Zeus at his temple, somewhere that I prefer to keep secret...famous people, you know?)...OH! I was too late to the library of Alexandria, but I have my ticket (maybe tomorrow!)...What can I say? That's a story about letting the greatness out of the daily sparks, it's just a case for day-dreamers investigation...I can jump just for the sake of jumping, but, at this moment, Niagara feels much more touchable...Learning the sense of the lights...

Pictures taken by Nádia from My Fashion Insider

Sweater: United Colours of Benetton

Trousers: Pull&Bear

Boots: Zara

Bag: Zara

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

Lost among daisies...

"No me olvides
yo me muero
Amor
mi vida es sufrimiento
Yo
te quiero en mi camino
Por vos
cambiaba mi destino

Ay,
abrázame esta noche
aunque no tengas ganas
prefiero que me mientas
tristes breves nuestras vidas
acércate a mí
abrázame a ti por Dios
entrégate a mis brazos.

Tengo
un corazón penando
Yo sé
que vos lo está escuchando
Con
mil lágrimas te quiero
Pasión
sos mi amor sincero

Ay,
abrázame esta noche
aunque no tengas ganas
prefiero que me mientas
tristes breves nuestras vidas
acércate a mí
abrázame a ti por Dios
entrégate a mis brazos"

Pasión - Rodrigo Leão

Pictures taken by Nádia from My Fashion Insider

Blazer: United Colours of Benetton

Sweater: Zara

Jeans: Zara

Boots: Zara

Bag: Blanco

Sunglasses: H&M

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

Deep underneath the earth!

Deep underneath I knew! My heart can't take no longer...What's the point being careful, what's the point knowing I'm alive, what's the point? Tell me! When the touch brakes and lingers my entire soul, what's the point on whispering wishes to a falling star? Nothing is going to happen as we might think as perfect. Why my eyes have been fooling me, when the truth was just underneath this trashy cavern? There was moments of doubt; now the only thing I see is how doubtless cruelty is! Let me tell you: now I know, an illusion can do it all! Earth, my feet now are on it...Certainly I'm going back home...I've killed the beast inside...I know the difference, I've learned to love long ago, and I'm falling all way back there...lucky me, I'll reach my remains far away from this nasty pile of garbage! I'm open now...calm now...ready to return to myself...Red hearted men can always sell you dead, I say: OFF THEIR HEAD!!!

Pics taken by me and Sofia (a friend of mine)

Thanks to Nadia, from My Fashion Insider, my model and my muse!

Please tell me what you guys think about this crazy business I've tried! The problem is the camera...I need a better one!!!

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).

Climbing...I need to feel free...I need another world!

What am I?
I'm the doubt and the certain,
I'm what's closed and what's opened,
I'm here, I'm there,
I'm far, I'm next,
I'm not enough, yet I'm too much,
I'm brilliant...Wrong
Now I'm dead, I'm static,
No life, just garbage,
What was mine now is broken,
I was a before, perfect loving
Keep on living cause it's hurting...

I found a future.

Pictures taken by Nádia, from My Fashion Insider

T-shirt: H&M

Trousers: H&M

Cardigan: Zara

Shoes: Zara

Watch: S-Watch

What to wear this F/W?

Well...This is a hard one, since describing this stuff needs a lot of time...:)
So What is the business this Fall/Winter?


For the colours: Black, White, Grey, Brown, Camel, Caramel, Beige and Blue.

For the parchments: Leather, Fur, Cashmere and some comfortable materials. Lots of jerseys!

Neil Barrett

Dolce & Gabbana

Prada

There are patterns everywhere, specially stripes and winter motifs.

 D&G

 

Gianfranco Ferré

Alexander McQueen

For the cut: The classic vibe rules the thing, with straight/cigarette pants, belted and long coats, oxfords, always with sober colours.

 Burburry Prorsum

 Viktor & Rolf

Shoes: Oxfords and RIDING BOTS!!!

 Salvatore Ferragamo

There are Skirts and Leggins all over the place.

Givenchy

Hand bags and clutches seem to be here to stay.

Note: If you like socks it's the time to let them be seen...but always use volume materials with nice sober colours.

Attention to religious details like sandals, crucifixes, and other things. Although I might not like it, the ski inspiration clothes are here!

Source for the pictures: Style.com and TFS