Saturday, 24 July 2010

me&viktor&rolf

photo by Hermina Kovačič
Last week I spent a hot hot Saturday in Trieste, where Diesel had invited us on the Fantastic Voyage also known as ITS#9. From all the winners I have to say that Sarah Williams does some serious leather gear. But now let's talk about what's on the photo: Viktor&Rolf were part of the jury and impossible to get an interview with, that didn't stop us from disturbing them for a quick photo shoot. Well they don't look like they mind the attention now do they? I never do this kind of cheesy stuff but I just had two plates of pasta and first of many cocktails. We ended the night in the disco all of us dancing with an enormous amount of men, I guess there are not just old people living in Trieste.

Za svoj tabloidni kapital bi najbrž morala reči, da smo si z V&R izmenjali telefonske, konfekcijske in še kakšne številke, da poznata Slovenijo (zakaj vsi novinarji ubožce gnjavijo s svojo državico?) in da bosta naslednjič prišla spat k meni na kavč, ampak res smo se samo pofočkali.

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

the magic number

picture via The Selby
There is a lot a girl can learn from a woman who never went out before lunch and spent most of the time in her bathroom. The book of Diana Vreeland has so many stories I have to write some down.
"Do you know the story of why it's called No. 5? Chanel didn't know what to name it. A number of scents to choose from had arrived at the rue Cambon. Coco called up one of her great Russian friends – a very aristocratic, superior man – and asked him, 'Help me to choose. I have a migraine. My head is in quarters. You've got to do this. Come over instantly.'
He arrived and was taken to the bedroom, where Coco was lying on the bed, barely able to speak, she was in such pain.
'Over there is a stack of ten handkerchiefs,' she said. 'Place them along the mantelpiece. Put a sample of scent on each handkerchief, and when the alcohol's blown off, let me know.'
He did this, and she pulled herself off the bed to go over to the mantel; she picked each one up in turn. First one: 'C'est impossible!' Second: 'Horrible!' The third: 'Pas encore." The fourth: 'Non.' Then, suddenly: 'Ça va, ça va!" It was the fifth handkerchief! With those great instincts she was correct even when she was practically unconscious."

Iščem svojo Petko, ki bi dišala po poletju, po plehkih obljubah in po dolgih pismih, skrajšanih v sms format.

Wednesday, 14 July 2010

do the jacko

picture via Amlul
Seeking a pair of loafers for far too long, they are on top of my late summer wish list. Marc by MJ used to have nice ones, but his shoes are so hard to break in and loafers should be like a pair of pajamas for your feet, buttery. Silly me, I am still having a soft spot for the patent leather versions that always end up hurting you, shiny bastards. The ones on the photo look so much fun doing a tribute to another MJ with the white socks, so girly. The Sartorialist men have mastered the easy chic with a suede pair on bare feet. I am totally opposed to men wearing any form of shoes that allow them to show their toes but bare feet in loafers I can't get enough, can't get enough, can't get enough.

Mokasinke, še posebej tiste s cofki, me vedno spomnijo na tipe, ki so v žepih hlač nosili šope bankovcev, ko še ni bilo kartic in si se lahko zanesel le na keš. Denarnice so praktične in lepo dišijo, ampak malo so tudi pussy.

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

l'avventura

I am back from watching Stromboli in the background. I needed it desperately but once I hit the ground it's like I’ve never even left. Only my skin is ridiculously orange and all upset now (it is allergic to taking breaks) and hair has lost all sense. It's kind of nice being all stonewashed and faded like a trusty pair of jeans. Very relaxing. Not like in the Antonioni movie L'avventura in which I fell for Monica Vitti like a child. What a face (and a nice round behind).

Postelja, kava, morje, hrana, vino, postelja, morje, hrana, vino, postelja. Tako je videti en dan na DCMU počitnicah.