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Friday, February 22, 2013

Craving for...



It’s so raw outside. It freezes my heart and eyes and I lose all my senses. Now go and live, smile, react, talk, be polite, don’t fall down, be patient, don’t stare at people or at anything. But the really true things I would love to do are bathing in honey milk, building a snowman out of autumn leaves and count all the colours I see on the way home.

Every time I’m cold I remember the story... you know...by this Danish dude...The Little Match Girl... Oh dear this shit makes me so emotional... imagine this little girl dying because of cold. I know there’s a certain happiness in the story, you know the matches allow her to see grandmother and they give her some sense of warmth.  Man, this makes me think... every time I’m freezing, there’s no image or idea that could make me happy.....you know what I mean, I can’t seem to find any matches.

Well that is depressing! How about thinking about someone you really like and want to be with?

Darling, today’s world is too cold. How could you possible want to be with someone in this cold?

Very easily, I guess. I mean the idea of being with someone is warm one. You always feel warmer with a person.

Theoretically yes although tell me sincerely, when was the last time you actually felt warm with someone?

Two years ago, in Spain during the summer, I only craved for a gentle breeze. It was the morning and I was drinking coffee in my balcony, wearing my red kimono. There was a guy in the balcony next to me, my neighbour, smoking. We looked at each other and you know there was this thing in the air...

...I know what you mean... like the air was filled with spicy flavours and you felt like tasting everything.

Precisely! So I just let my kimono slip down, looked at him and went back to my room. Obviously he followed me and.....

...And your room was full of fireworks for some hours...

Days!

Months...

...seasons until this cold came...

Let’s become lovers who only crave for warm air!

..who only live in hot air balloons.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

baaaah


It used to be way more classy, chic and exquisite...



Every time I look at my grandmother’s old pictures I see a gorgeous woman with beautiful make-up, hair-do and elegant clothes. One would assume that most of the people look lovely on the pictures simply because they know they are about to be photographed so they usually make an effort. The difference is that my granny looked beautiful even at home, when she was just cooking, cleaning, taking care of their children. Surprisingly my grandpa used to be always suit-up, in any occasion. It made him look very sophisticated and smart. A woman from that period of time walking gracefully with her stunning clothes down the ugly and gloomy street managed to make everything around her beautiful. It was as if fashion enchanted the whole universe. Look at these pictures above. This could be my grandmother, ruling the empty streets. Wearing the dress made out of ruffles similar to petals of roses, looking so divine and splendid.

Nowadays it feels like people are constantly wearing their pyjamas and haven’t washed or brushed their hair for days. Little black kitten shoes were forgotten due to a tasteless need for Ugg boots, trainers and flip flops. Tracksuits replaced black tuxedos and leggings killed proper trousers. I don’t think it’s excusable to say that people are too tired and they don’t have time to dress up unless they go for a party or a certain event. But let me tell you, my grandparents had to wake up at 5 am to go to work and after they came back home, there was housework to do, children to take care of, yet they managed to look fabulous. Modern people make excuses; we have become lazier, more comfortable. I know looking good shouldn’t be considered a priority of our lives. However is it really only the question of the lack of fashion or lack of effort too?  If we are not able to wake up and dress nicely so we resemble humans and not some stuffed animals or scarecrows, how can we possibly create beautiful things or to brighten the cold and raw London’s streets?