31 Mayıs 2012 Perşembe

Please welcome the Queen.



Who the hell is Celiné? I am the one! From now on everyone's going to scream out Rochas not Celiné! We've had enough of her. Have you ever seen any Celiné bags in those irresistibly sweet and dreamy colors. NO! So that's my turn bitches!

Love,

Rochas bag. 

28 Mayıs 2012 Pazartesi

Getting Surreal...

Lately, I've been reading 'David Bailey: Look', a monograph on David Bailey, whom-I strongly believe that-revolutionized fashion and portrait photography. 


The book covers his entire career, from 1960s to 2000s. Each one of the photographs is highly inspirational and thought provoking, yes, but I think it's the explanations near the photographs what makes the book so precious. In 7-8 lines, at most, it tells you the story behind the photograph, the things that might be overlooked when you look at it. 


Whokay, let me get down to brass tacks, throughout the whole book, the one that has haunted my mind is the photograph above. David Bailey's wife, Catherine Bailey, holding with one hand her and David's by then little daughter, Paloma Bailey, and with the other a dandelion, showing her daughter what to do with a dandelion when she finds one; to blow its seeds away. The photograph itself, at first glance seems like a romantic moment that was shared solely among the mother, the daughter and the father i.e. the photographer. But, when zoomed in, one can see the surrealistic atmosphere of the photo. Both two dressed like they were in Victorian age, Mrs. Bailey is cloaked and crone-like, the dandelion seems like symbolizing the poisonous apple, while Paloma appears stooped and frail, clutching a walking stick, (in fact it's a dog lead) which is completely opposite to the image of a baby the viewer has in mind. 

27 Mayıs 2012 Pazar

The unbearable lightness of...

Thanks to the infinite creativity of fashion world's beloved designers, there's this reality that shoe fetishists have started to rise in number compared to the foot fetishists. For God's sake, what am I to do with a five-fingered alien shaped foot when there's this otherworldly beautiful shoes out there? Agh! Not to offence anyone but me myself-I guess-have the funniest feet to be found on the Earth. I remember one day going to my mum and saying 'Why the hell my big toe is that much long?!' But when I put on my favourite ballerina flats, ta taam, the magic happens and everyone keeps saying 'How slim your feet look!'. Hearing these I find excuses not to go their home or to my home, because after all these compliments, damn I don't want them to face the reality inside this beauty. So you see? The shoes do the trick. 
Anyway, this pair of trainers below, designed by Hussein Chalayan for Puma, are to be the latest fetish items for maniacs like us. Don't say 'Fetish, my foot! Trainers can't be fetish objects.', because damn, they can! May be, OK, this time I may have got fetished by the design. (Is there a term for design fetish?) The shape of them gives the impression as if they have been concreted at the top speed the owner runs. 



17 Mayıs 2012 Perşembe

Innocency



I've bumped into this ring with love messages hidden inside on Pinterest. It was made in France in somewhere between 1830-60. It is the most beautiful ring I've ever seen up until now. The ring itself says a lot when you look at it, something about a rueful and world-weary but also an innocent love story.