repeat after me: i am free..

it's a thin line between being yourself and selling your soul to the devil..

wild at heart..

everything around me is so uninspiring and boring lately..everyone has become a sudden versace worshiper with the latest h&m madness. and in two months, it will all be forgotten. that's why i hate trends. and even more, the blind trend followers. 

when i think about versace, i think about the nineties, about linda and the girls, about gianni himself, about fashion that was inspirational, covetable and eternal..and i wish that it stays that way. 

so here's my ode to the good old times that happened not so long ago, but seem ages away..the legendary september 1991 us vogue editorial, shot by peter lindbergh and styled by grace coddington.

exhibition(ism)..

wearing vivienne westwood dress at dazed&confused's 20th anniversary exhibition last week..

melancholia..

when you feel like the world is spinning too fast and its been hours already since you've left the cinema, you know the movie was something. beautifully brutal, leaving you with the feeling of waking up after having a bittersweet dream, lars von trier's 'melancholia' is a non-happy ending fairy tale..with the great charlotte gainsbourg, beautiful scenery, magical music and cast's stylings that were so perfectly picked. 

but what's most important is the fact that the feeling i'm so familiar with, the feeling i cope with almost every day, got it's own movie. scary? yes, but beautiful at the same time.