L o o k i n g f o r m y E v e: 2013

30.12.13

Rihanna - What Now

I've been ignoring this big lump in my throat

I shouldn't be crying, tears were for the weaker days

I'm stronger now, or so I say,

But something's missing

Whatever it is, it feels like

It's laughing at me through the glass of a two-sided mirror

Whatever it is, it's just laughing at me

And I just wanna scream

What now? I just can't figure it out

What now? I guess I'll just wait it out (wait it out)

What now? Oh, oh, oh, oh! What now?

I found the one, he changed my life

But was it me that changed

And he just happened to come at the right time

I'm supposed to be in love

But I'm numb again

What now? I just can't figure it out

What now? I guess I'll just wait it out (wait it out)

What now? Please tell me

What now?

There's no one to call 'cause I'm just playing games with them all

The more I swear I'm happy, the more that I'm feeling alone

'Cause I spent every hour just going through the motions

I can't even get the emotions to come out

Dry as a bone, but I just wanna shout

What now? I just can't figure it out

What now? I guess I'll just wait it out (wait it out)

What now? Somebody tell me

What now?

I don't know where to go

I don't know what to feel

I don't know how to cry

I don't know oh oh why

So what now?

Passenger - Let Her Go

Well you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you’re missin' home

Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go

Staring at the bottom of your glass

Hoping one day you'll make a dream last

But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you'll understand why

Everything you touch surely dies

But you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark

Same old empty feeling in your heart

'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep

But never to touch and never to keep

'Cause you loved her too much

And you dived too deep

And you let her go

Will you let her go?

And you let her go

29.12.13

Inner Circle - Bad Boys (Cops Theme)

26.12.13

Milky Chance - Stolen Dance

I want you by my side

So that I never feel alone again

They’ve always been so kind

But now they’ve brought you away from here

I hope they didn’t get your mind

Your heart is too strong anyway

We need to fetch back the time

They have stolen from us

And I want you

We can bring it on the floor

You’ve never danced like this before

But we don’t talk about it

Dancin on doin the boogie all night long

Stoned in paradise

Shouldn’t talk about it

Coldest winter for me

No sun is shining anymore

The only thing I feel is pain

Caused by absence of you

Suspense is controlling my mind

I cannot find the way out of here

Hyckory Dickory Dock in L'officiel (Italia)

model: kirsi pyrhonen

photographer: chantelle dossier

stylist: gaelle bon

hair: gilles degivry

make-up: sandrine cano

23.12.13

Urban Legends in Allure magazine

model: ava smith

photographer: sebastian kim

stylist: siobhan bonnouvrier

hair: bok-hee

make-up: yumi mori

U2 - Ordinary Love

The sea wants to kiss the golden shore

The sunlight warms your skin

All the beauty that's been lost before wants to find us again

I can't fight you any more, it's you I'm fighting for

The sea throws rock together but time leaves us polished stones

We can't fall any further

If we can't feel ordinary love

And we can't reach any higher,

if we can't deal with ordinary love

Birds fly high in the summer sky and rest on the breeze.

The same wind will take care of you and I.

We'll build our house in the trees.

Your heart is on my sleeve

Did you put it there with a magic marker?

For years I would believe that the world couldn't wash it away

'cause

We can't fall any further

If we can't feel ordinary love

and we can't reach any higher

Are we tough enough for ordinary love?

19.12.13

Traffic Lights by Lucas Zimmermann

18.12.13

16.12.13

To You by Walt Whitman

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,

I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands,

Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,

troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,

Your true soul and body appear before me.

They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work,

farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking,

suffering, dying.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,

I whisper with my lips close to your ear.

I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

O I have been dilatory and dumb,

I should have made my way straight to you long ago,

I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing

but you.

I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you,

None has understood you, but I understand you,

None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself,

None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you,

None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent

to subordinate you,

I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God,

beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.

Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-figure of all,

From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color'd light,

But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus

of gold-color'd light,

From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams,

effulgently flowing forever.

O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you!

You have not known what you are, you have slumber'd upon yourself

all your life,

Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time,

What you have done returns already in mockeries,

(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in

mockeries, what is their return?)

The mockeries are not you,

Underneath them and within them I see you lurk,

I pursue you where none else has pursued you,

Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the

accustom'd routine, if these conceal you from others or from

yourself, they do not conceal you from me,

The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if these

balk others they do not balk me,

The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed,

premature death, all these I part aside.

There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you,

There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you,

No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,

No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.

As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like carefully

to you,

I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing

the songs of the glory of you.

Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard!

These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you,

These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are immense

and interminable as they,

These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of apparent

dissolution, you are he or she who is master or mistress over them,

Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain,

passion, dissolution.

The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency,

Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest,

whatever you are promulges itself,

Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing

is scanted,

Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are

picks its way.

Yesterday I visited TK Maxx store for the first time. The hunt was successful. I found a black Roberto Cavalli mini dress for £80 and a white 100% lana wool sweater for £60 with a blank label. Before purchasing I doubled about the sweater. I didn't know who's design it was so it looked a bit expensive just for a sweater. But I felt really good in it and it wasn't an ordinary thick sweater. It was thin and I knew it will keep me warm but not boiling. Today I decided to do some reading for my studies. I picked a random book about most famous designers and got through some of the names. My eye caught one of the many which I knew a bit but never read about his work in more depth. I kept reading till I bumped into this sentence - 'the label in his clothing remains blank or simply has a circled number'… Margiela. Maison Martin Margiela. I rushed to the closet and found that sweater. Smiling I put it on once more and said to myself : 'No. I'm not going to bring it back for sure.'

And this is what I found on internet:

The numbers on the garment labels refer to different collections, although not all of them are in use. Of the ones they do use, they reference the following:

0 – Garments remodelled by hand for women; 0 10 – garments remodelled by hand for men; 1 – the collection for women; 10 - the collection for men; 4 – a wardrobe for women; 14 – a wardrobe for men; 11- a collection of accessories for women and men; 22 – a collection of shoes for women and men; 13 – objects and publications; 6 – garments for women and men.

On the reverse of where the internal label is sewn, white stitching remains visible on all garments and should not be unpicked. This derives from the label’s interest in contradicting the norm and has come to serve as a symbol of quiet confidence and exclusivity.

From shop assistants to PRs at Fashion Week, all staff at Maison Martin Margiela wear white lab coats to signify unity and teamwork. This idea is enhanced by the fact that all correspondence from the label is signed Maison Martin Margiela, rather than with an individual’s name. The emphasis is on collectiveness.

source: www.vogue.co.uk

collaboration with Converse

collaboration with H&M

(untitled) parfumes

So now I can say that Maison Martin Margiela is the most conceptual designers in today's fashion world. He creates with the unspoken idea which all fashion design students start their collections, but which fades after a few years replaced by the commercial success aim. Maison Martin Margiela also rejects the worldwide obsession about brands and proves that good things/designs don't need to be advertised - they speak for themselves. Leave the label blank.