Happy new Year!

I said goodbye to 2009 (shitty year, if you ask me), wearing a Filep Motwary dress, Melissa by Vivienne Westwood shoes and earrings by Olga Mergou.Let's see what 2010 is gonna bring

That's what I call memories...

I get nostalgic when the year ends.It happens to many people, I think... Saying things like: "last year I was there" and "Remember the odd shoes she wore?" and laughing with things that happened, like, a zillion years ago. When this happens, I tend to look at my old pictures. They are a great help for memory, aren't they? You can remember the cardigan you wore 4years ago, the odd haircut, the funny times...
So here's the best of yesteryear; my way of saying goodbye to 2009...

You must know it by now...

Yes I love love love oxfords. So, I'm introducing to you another wonderful pair...enjoy

Merry X-mas

Introducing my two loves : polaroids and my black leather oxfords... If you don't feel inspired by digital photography and you need something more...arty(?) try polaroids. It's a little miracle to see the picture develop in three minutes and the cameras are to die for. More information on:
http://www.savepolaroid.com/
I hope you get as lovely Christmas presents as mine:)

My favorite Fashion Designer

No polaroids for today, just a special on my favorite Fashion Designer. He's Filep Motwary. You might know his blog http://unnouveauideal.typepad.com/ (if not, take a look now, I highly recommend it). I'm wearing his designs in the 3pictures. I sooo in love with his work, aren't you?

Shoe mayhem

See, here's the thing: I've bought my very first polaroid camera (hooraaaaaaaaaaay) and took pictures but I'm ill and my scanner's dead.Yikes. So for now I'm playing (and producing Andy Warhol-esque pictures). Fun for me:p
I'll be back soon with more pictures

Vienna

Back from my trip to Vienna, I feel refreshed...and inspired. It definitely is a surprising city; you never know what great building or piece of street art is gonna appear in front of your eyes in a moment. Plus, I was wearing my favorite orange trench coat. I was hesitant to buy it 'cause I'm a non- colour freak, but it makes your day brighter- especially when it's a moody, rainy one. Visiting Villa Tugendhat in Brno, Czech Republic Wearing the same trench in the MUDAM, Luxembourg

I'm leaving, so...

Just some images of architecture class while we were waiting for the lesson to end (it was an awful day, really)I love the individual way people dress in our uni. One of them is a teacher, just guess who. I'll be back in a week...

The little shoe tale

I don't know what your relationship with fairytales might be, but I personally love them.
And today I'm in the mood of telling you the little shoe tale.

The "little shoes" were black patent leather tango shoes. The other shoes used to call them little ironically, for they were bigger than any of them. So, every time they walked on the streets, they saw all those tiny shoes with delicate laces and their heart beat sadly. And one day, on their first week together, their owner did the most humiliating thing a shoe could bare : she wore them with slit tights. The Little shoes almost cried, walking on the cold streets of the city. No other shoe would like them, now that not only were they big, but they were accustomed to bad hosiery. And then they stepped onto a warm dark red carpet and got surrounded by music. They barely touched the steps they were climbing; their owner was in such a hurry. And then they entered a room full of elegant shoes. The Little shoes felt very shy and wondered if those unknown shoes would stand being near them, let alone talk to them. And then they came face to face with a pair of dark brown leather oxfort shoes. Those laces, oh those shiny laces made their heart skip a beat. To their surprise, the brown shoes adressed them.
"How do you do ladies? Would you like to dance with us?""We'd be delighted", said the little shoes without a second thought and they slided gracefully.
"How graceful you are my ladies", said the brown shoes. "And, oh, we recognise those thights. We have met them before". The little shoes were afraid that the brown ones would comment their owners bad taste, but they were wrong. "You seem new, so you probably don't know the story. So let us tell you. These tights were torn by our master a year ago. He was going to Argentina, to work, for a whole year. He told your owner that he would be back today and that if she still loved him by the time he was back, she should have a dance with him in this hotel, tonight, wearing the tights he had lovingly torn for her. So, ladies, let us be sourrounded by love, merge in love and fall in love ourselves". And the dance went on...

By me. I'm dedicating this to all the hopeless romantic tango lovers out there.

I was meaning to do this...

An entry dedicated to my BF, Maggie, who has a unique sense of style and I love to photoshop :p