Tuesday, 13 March 2012

the thing things

photo by Matevž Paternoster
Who doesn't like to take a pick in other people's wardrobe or medicine cabinets or bags? This photo is part of a feature I did for ELLE magazine with the photographer Matevž Paternoster. What I find so great about this photo is that one would expect I picked up this pieces – a Versace for H&M bomber, Linda Farrow sunglasses and Lara Bohinc bag – in a wardrobe of a teenager but actually they were handpicked by a much older, very eclectic publisher.

Ne maram se iti stilistke, pojma nimam o oblačenju drugih ljudi in mrzim prenašati vrečke, toda iti se modno tihožitje  živožitje me je od vedno mikalo, je kot 3D kolažkanje. Ko sem iskala nekoga z omaro, vredno brskanja, sem se spomnila, da mi je U* enkrat omenila razsežnosti garderobe Edvine Novak. Potem sem si vzela dva popoldneva, naštudirala prostore, z obešalniki drsela sem ter tja in, voilà (mimogrede, lep detajl se mi je zdel Moschino obešalnik, na katerem obvisi Versače za hm, ha). Več v novi številki ELLE.

Saturday, 10 March 2012

heart in a box




Nicolas Ghesquière took something average and normal like winter and made it into a heroine from a Kubrick movie, a character that is already nostalgic about the future. Because let's face it, the future never comes, we only dream about it, its shiny surfaces, flickering lights, plastic food and sex without organs. Boxy silhouettes at Balenciaga are at the same time hard and emotional, very feminine and restricted like a spacesuit. Maybe the earrings are the only reminder that the girls are not (yet) robots. And the Glass Candy song Warm in the Winter is so cheeky and beautifully empty like a big ball of space.

V moji omari se množijo le jakne, j***š čevlje, če seveda niso takšni kot tile od Balenciage. Zadovoljno se stiskajo Dries Van Notnova, nova Balenciagina, ljuba Acne, v zadnji sekundi izbrana Marni/h&m, vse po vrsti so škatlaste, skorajda nerodne, če ne bi bile tako voljne, pripravljene, da telesu ukradejo obliko in mu vsilijo novo. Zima 2012 bo kot iz škatlice: boksasti zgornji deli se bodo družili z bingljajočimi uhani kot pri poletni Pradi, le da manj naprej v preteklost in bolj nazaj v prihodnost. Ker pa je prihodnost zdaj, se nameravam zboksati že to pomlad.

Saturday, 3 March 2012

a piece of london






Topshop venue, Ms. Columbine, backstage at Acne, the not-mine invitation to Acne show, Ms. Style Bubble, Mrs. Hilary Alexander after the Paul Smith show, that Christopher Kane jacket on the metro. This are just a few of my crappy iPhone captures of the London fashion week, where I fell in and out of love for fashion in a matter of hours. I guess that what happens if you are surrounded by fashion people all the time, sometimes I am glad to live far away from it all.

Fashionably late puščam nekaj trenutkov iz Londona, ki je skoparil z vabili, bil nadvse radodaren s slabim vremenom in dekleti, pripravljenimi za poziranje. Če bi živela v Londonu, bi bila moja garderoba strašno dolgočasna, črna in siva, še vedno si namreč nisem opomogla od barvnih pljuskov. Pravzaprav komaj čakam, da nas moda neha farbat in spet postane črno črna.