09 December 2013
Yesterday night, while fishing in the FurFur pond I pulled out some good fish from the music article about early Soviet and Russian underground music. One well forgotten Russian music band originally from Izhevsk recorded their only album at home of one of the band members and split up soon after the singer quit, leaving behind some blurry videos that someone has luckily uploaded on YouTube a couple of years ago and a massive, piercing and haunted Belyj Chiort Landysh track. Unfortunately, there's no original video to it, but only some amateur's work that does not do justice to the song, so you better listen , not look while Tatiana Erohina mysteriously chants: "I see you, flower, among the dark trunks. You're tiny and skinny like a devil. Lily-of-the-valley. White devil lily-of the valley."
1990: Loshad' moej zhizni (Cheval de ma vie)
1991: Belyj chiort landysh (not an original video, but rather made by the group amateur)
1992: Snezhnyj miod
08 December 2013
Some things should be done on weekends is moving furniture around, decorating for winter holidays and taking Instagram pictures of it all setting a proper filter to make things look even prettier. I was never too fond of traditional Christmas...partially for not knowing what traditional Christmas actually means. As a perestroika child I did not decorate Christmas trees or write letters to Santa Claus - I put up a New Year pine tree and hoped that Ded Moroz and Snegurochka will not show up this year that I don't have to suffer an embarrassment of singing a song to them in exchange for a gift, and a squirrel or a hare or at least a fox will leave a Barbie for me under the pine tree, so that in the early morning of the 1st of January I will righteously come to claim it...soon realizing that my dad drank a bit too much sweet Champagne and ate too much Olivier and Vinaigrette salad and forgot to put it there. Happy New Barbie to me! But so what's Christmas anyways? A night from 6th to the 7th of January when everyone goes to church and looks sad while the priest does rounds with Jesus icon covered with some golden brocade towel? Honestly, when you are nine years old there's nothing in the universe that can convince you that Christmas is fun. Yet my great grand mother used to say that you can do all kind of magic tricks on Christmas, predict your fortune with coffee and cards. You can also use magic to make your dear one fall in love with you, because all kinds of demons come out and rejoice their last minutes on Earth before midnight, when the Lord is born. Wow, it was almost like voodoo - and THAT was Christmas!
Then the Danish taught me what Christmas was - lights and toys, sweet hot wine and cookies. At the museum where was this strange mummy that I had nightmares about in the years to come...not that I've never seen a dead person before - there were great grand mothers, theirs brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins and a good mate that died buried under a pile of sand, but they all looked alright - they just looked like the dead people... the mummy though was brown and had an open mouth with nasty teeth sticking out. But at the very same museum, at the entrance hall stood a Christmas tree decorated with paper cones, paper garlands, little hearts in felt fabric and little men with a wooden bead for a head. Paper cones were filled with candy. Candy on a Christmas tree? Well, soon after my visit there was just a little bit less of it....but aaanywizzy....no one ever told the security, I guess.
I was so impressed with the Nordic Christmas - it made me happy, and that was the most important. Everything was light and pretty, and every window had a white and red glowing heart in it. Every street was spewed with lights and garlands and the air smelled of cookies and spice. That was the beginning of my neverending tender relationship with the north. I even tried to read those strange comic books about bears in Danish, and to eat the salmon paste from a tube that looked like toothpaste.
And now I decorate white twigs and drink Glögg. Soon we'll buy the Christmas tree and I'll decorate it with my white and red hearts and hide the gifts I'll bring back from London underneath it... and speaking of gifts - I've got my favourite birthday gift to decorate the chimney. I received the neon orange Hay folder from a friend, but just like everyone, I do not keep much paper inside - it sits atop the chimney as the only colourful Christmas decoration, like a setting sun, or a flower...or a potential multy segmented paper cone to be filled with candy, just like on those Danish Christmas trees.
Christmas smells good, looks good and feels cozy. Me likey.
07 December 2013
My memory is a blur. Showrooms the names of which I can't remember.
Idea for accumulating loudspeakers at Christophe Lemaire boutique.
Lea Peckre's blossoming and blooming presentation. They may be hi-tech but these girls looked like delicate flowers to me.
Haider Ackermann showroom.
And more, erm, showrooms.
My Samsung Galaxy has a way better memory.
04 December 2013
Sometimes I veer in strange directions and end up in shops like Claire's, and sometimes things there make me frown - that's where I get a marbled nailpolish, neon yellow bobby pins and this somewhat absurd bunny earring. I'm not sure whether I should wear it with the bunny butt sticking out to the front...
Whichever way forward, this bunny earring is a perfect addition to the frosted blue Acne sweater ( thanks ICON for private sale!) and all things pale and pastel I just love. This winter I go about black-free, completely consumed by the pastel trend, but also finding something very personal about the way I wear colour. Bright colours have always frightened me, they can easily make even a simple garment complicated, but pastels and neutrals and surely white are a perfect background for accessories and jewellery. Lately I find that pastel colours demand less makeup and the bare skin looks fresher. May be it's just me, and everything has to do with the personal colour palette that suits my skintone and haircolour, I don't know. Not wanting to generalize, I still can't help to ask people to wear more light colours, especially in the country where we spend most of the time living in the 'gresaille' - that very Belgian term applied not to arts, but to general greyness of light, omnipresent, interseasonal.
02 December 2013
When the weather is getting colder and my skin is still not doing me any favours, I choose skincare products that are light, suitable for sensitive skin, yet do the work they are supposed to do, and not only sit pretty in their packages.
Pomegranate eye gel is for smoothing the first wrinkles (yes, we all get to this pint one day). Wild Rose hand cream is gel-like, non-greasy, and smells of roses. I'm glad to have found a hand cream I can carry around in my bag. Aloe day cream is something new I wanted to try out - it promises to be gentile. Tea Tree oil is something I use on blemishes and occasionally add a couple of drops to the day cream - my goal this winter is to stop wearing any concealer or foundation, so I'm on a hunt for perfect skin...well, seeing the crowded skincare stores, seems that everyone is, yet it looks like no one's getting any closer.
27 November 2013
24 November 2013
I can't wait to go Christmas shopping in London, Opening Ceremony to Topshop and everywhere in between, carrying this treasure on my back - LRNCE gold foil backpack from Hunting and Collecting.
I'm particularly eyeing the typical OC souvenirs like the cat tee and yet another pair of shoes, just as if I don't own enough. Marble printed Toga skirt is a wonder, and I hope the furry bomber is in stock at Topshop. One day round-trip on my own - yes, I'm a maniac!