Category: stories from the city/stories from the sea

2012

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Am retrăit, pe repede-înainte, toți ultimii trei ani pe care mi-i amintesc. Mi-am crescut și mi-am colorat unghiile și părul după asemănarea celor de atunci. Am făcut și am simțit lucruri atât de asemănătoare că m-a înțepat rutina sub coaste. Am învățat pe de rost circuitul oamenilor în viețile noastre și mi-am amintit de Ioana Nemeș și de ale ei povești pe care lumea le repetă de când pământul ca pe anotimpuri, fără ca noi să putem face, cu adevărat, prea multe în privința asta. Aș vrea tare mult să îmi tai părul și să arăt iarăși ca un băiat de 17 ani, dar n-aș face decât să sădesc semințe suficiente pentru încă trei ani de repetiție. Aș putea să dansez cu și mai multe fete cu care am împărțit, fără să vreau, farfurii, furculițe, săpunuri, șervete de bucătărie și locul din dreapta al saltelei, dar asta nu mi-ar dezlipi etichetele de fostă cea mai bună prietenă.

Când am mers pe podul Basarab aveam Little Black Submarines în urechi și șoferul băgase cea mai oportună viteză, de-mi fluturau aproape urechile.

Jumătate de raft de măști de păr pe care le țin în baie îmi aduc aminte de momentele în care am dat bani pe produse scumpe ca să nu par mai puțin snoabă decât cei cu care împărțeam canapeaua, patul sau prosopul de plajă.

Când m-am îndrăgostit mă gândeam la pantaloni oranj Marni și a trebuit să înghit în sec și de sete, de parcă nu aș mai fi vrut niciodată să sărut pe cineva pe nepusă masă.

Prima întâlnire ne-am dat-o în față la biserică și tot acolo ne-a găsit și prima ceartă.

Tristețea e o virtute de care, personal, m-am săturat.

Sfârșitul lumii m-a prins la ora 18.30 în Mini Prix, luminile s-au stins când eram la cabina de probă cu o cămașă lungă și neagră din mătase pe mine, afară câinii au început să urle ca la lună, clienții să se foiască ca termitele și eu să mă întreb dacă asta înseamnă că fac cumpărături proaste.

La Marea Neagră aveam costum de baie ca de la Cannes din 1967 și l-aș fi lepădat oricând pentru că în fața celui mai bun prieten nu îți vine să te ascunzi niciodată.

*Altfel, mi s-au mai întâmplat o seamă de lucruri bune, rele, frivole, tragice, comice și simbolice, dar chiar nu simt nevoia să mă laud cu ele.

Fotografie de Alexandra Diaconu la IDELIER

THE GHOSTS OF LOVERS PAST

We all have a ghost, or more, tucked under the pillows of our chest. A dark romance which dissipated and took the shape of dust and choked us with remorse. A runaway bride in the shadows of the night. The flaming face of jealousy. The rotten nerve of scandal. L’innocence perdue. They awaken at Christmas, in a whirlwind of sensations and emotions, like a hurricane that reverberates through the heart and the mind in one base root note and vibration: “If we do not have peace then we have forgotten we belong to each other“.

THE GHOSTS OF LOVERS PAST FASHION PICTORIAL

THE GHOSTS OF LOVERS PAST FASHION PICTORIAL

THE GHOSTS OF LOVERS PAST

THE GHOSTS OF LOVERS PAST FASHION PICTORIAL

THE GHOSTS OF LOVERS PAST FASHION PICTORIAL

THE GHOSTS OF LOVERS PAST

THE GHOSTS OF LOVERS PAST

THE AWESOME TEAM!

PHOTOGRAPHER: DRAGOS OMETITA

MAKE UP ARTIST: OANA TUTUIANU

HAIR STYLIST: MADALINA STEFU

MODELS: ANA MARIA BUNEA & ANDREI RUNCANU

SET ASSISTANTS: VLAD GIOGU, MIHAI COSTACHE

CONCEPT, STYLING & LAYOUT: IOANA CASAPU

A special thanks goes out to LACHATTERIE, SOCIETE CEREBROSSA, OSTRA BERDO, BIPOLAR, SIN COLORS and to CORINA BRATU.

AND NOW SOME GHOSTS OF LOVERS PASTA (yes, that was not a typo)

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Making of THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS

A collection of shots from last weekend’s pictorial with THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS. Scroll down and enjoy.

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PHOTOGRAPHER: ALEXANDRA VĂCĂROIU

MAKE UP ARTIST: RALUCA SPĂTARU

HAIR STYLIST: ALINA MOISE

MODELS: SUSANNE HESSMAN & MIRCEA SMARANDACHE

IMAGE CONCEPT, STYLING AND DTP: IOANA CASAPU (yours truly)

THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE GREAT WORK!

A SPECIAL THANKS GOES OUT TO ANA & DAN FOR LENDING US THEIR BEAUTIFUL HOUSE

AND TO ANDREEA VĂITIȘ, H&M ROMANIA

How to shoot a royalty in 10 easy steps

I took the time to pick some making of shots from the weekend I embodied ANNA de Noailles for Alexandra Vacaroiu and her great photographer talent. Since these could not fit in the pictorial but were also too good to waste, I decided to make a selection and post it here. For the pictorial, jump here.

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Also, listen to this amazing tune my friend Felix found tonight:

Once upon a first of December and a little bit of 1960s

We’re supposed to celebrate Romania today, but the only thing I actually believe it’s worth celebrating is my Mother‘s birthday. Let me tell you the story:

She was born in ’58, on a blizzard-ish first of December, from a Dad and a Mom who were else born on the 30th on November and 2nd of December. She came out in the middle, like the missing piece in the puzzle.

My mother was never conventional. She dressed up in a way that got her simple yet stunning all the time. She was the definition of unconventional luxe. She and my Dad got married at the City Hall, when they were in their twenties, and celebrated in a same out-of-the-pattern party at Hanul lui Manuc. She wore a simple blue dress that was handmade and unique.

My mother would smoke a lot and she was the heart of the party. She wore bright red nails and Russian red lipstick with an Audrey Hepburn pixie haircut. My Dad was tall, skinny and looked like he stepped out of a 1960s rock’n’roll band. They were FABULOUS together.

This is my grandfather. What a man, huh? I never met him, but these photographs of him are Hollywood like and so dramatic.

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This is him with my Mother while she was still in school. Notice the sexy classy roarring white socks.

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THIS is my favorite picture.

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My Mom and her high school mates. Lean back and learn, hipsters!

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Graduation party dress

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This could have made for a great album cover.

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This is me, around the age of 3. Notice the way I wore my scarf. Natural born talent lol.

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Happy birthday, Mom, and after you see this I hope you won’t make a scene. I HAD to share you to the world.

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In other news, the chosen one who will attend the FASHION STYLIST CLASS offered by Universul Dalles Go is Sorina Ghiţă. Congratulations and see you soon!

The challenge of finding your way in the creative world and other demons

Growing up, I never had an actual clue about what I want to do with my life. At some point, writing became a job and not just a college after hours hobby, and some years later, I still know and am more convinced than ever that I want to keep making wonders out of words. However, this year got me thinking and reevaluating my priorities. I stumbled across the leap, again. And I found myself again, in the early hours of the morning, grabbing coffee in bars (Control should know how many coffees were made in the service of killing my morning demons) and thinking my perspectives out loud with friends or just replaying them in my mind.

If you are like me, then you had and possibly still have multiple trial and error attempts to figure out yourself. I tried to be a photographer, designer, seamstress, painter AND fashion blogger. None of them stuck to me as writing did, and this year I decided that however long these passions will stick with me, regardless the measure, I will use them. Then I realized something that changed my perception. In order to be a successful blogger, you must know how to write. If you don’t, that’s it, you’re screwed. People will eventually get bored with pictures, if they’re not sustained by a story. But don’t imagine the picture themselves shouldn’t ALSO say their own story that gets your attention. You must know photography, have image editing skills and be really good with SEO. You must know how the light falls in a photograph, even if you’re not the one who takes it. You must be a stylist, which means you need to handle knowledge of art, fashion and aesthetics like a pro! Finally, you must remain true to yourself, so that at the end of the day, people won’t feel that what you created belongs to someone else.

And that was when I realized how many things can be done at once, IF you can use them in one meaningful direction, that before getting you awareness and readers, gets you fulfillment. My advice is to hold on to everything you’re learned, even in the weirdest, shittiest, most impossible moments in your life, because if you make even 3 little steps forward and 2 steps back, you have still achieved something better and you are closer to finding the truth about yourself.

This may sound encrypted and just bla bla bla meaningless chatter but let me get to the point. This is one of the other surprises I was preparing for you:

A few days ago, Universul DallesGO sent me an invitation to become part of their official bloggers team. For those of you who don’t know, Universul DallesGO is an institution that specializes in teaching grown-ups passionate about fashion, photography, styling, art of make-up and other branches of the creative industry to take their hobbies to greater professional lenghts. As an after school platform, it’s easy to attend if you work 9 to 6 and don’t normally have the time or resources to fulfill your passion. It’s a great way to meet professionals in the industry, learn actively from them and also get to know people with similar interests and begin fruitful friendships and collaborations.

I was extremely glad to be able to speak about how great these schooling methods are because I know so many people out there who haven’t had a proper background in art or fashion but who are eager to learn and experiment and build their way into the industry. I also know that self teaching can sometimes be 100 times better than the classes you get in the Romanian state system and that few are those who afford an education in a a college abroad that actually does something for your future. But I do know that however much you can learn by yourself, you still need guidance and the help of someone who admitedly knows more and better. And I think these classes are a good way of either enlightening yourself whether you are suited for your creative extension or discovering necessary stuff about your true calling.

Earlier this fall, I realized I want to focus on becoming a stylist. Meaning I want to continue my abandoned endeavor in photography and my practice with fashion from the position of the concept creator and so much less of the model. It makes me passionate and happy and it took me out of a very weird place where nothing made sense in terms of the general mid-late twenties What the fuck will I do with my life crisis. I am going to take DallesGO’s stylist classes and this blog will hopefully get through a series of changes that speak of this challenge.

I recommend it to any of you who don’t know what they want to be when they grow up, and who are of course keen about building up a way in the creative industries.

Follow your passion, feed your courage, it will take you to great lenghts!

If you are passionate about photography, styling, make-up or design and you want to learn more about PR, Advertising and how to seduce targeted audiences, apply for Universul Dalles Go afterschool. I promise it’s worth it.

My chatter now done, here’s the information you need to apply:

 

www.dallesgo.ro    |    0769 041 711    |   str. Ion Oteteleşanu, nr. 2, et. II

 

 

Dicţionar de idei simple. Prognoza meteo a prietenilor mei

Mi-am dezvoltat un obicei dubios.

Anul ăsta, majoritatea prietenilor mei au plecat din ţară şi îşi continuă aventurile cotidiene în locuri mai luminoase, mai friguroase sau, pur şi simplu, mai amăgitoare decât cele de aici. Pentru că mă simţeam permanent deconectată de prizele acestor legături, unele vechi de ani buni şi răi, şi pentru că nu am o simpatie nemaipomenită pentru Skype, am început să îmi întreb amicii emigraţi cum e vremea prin părţile lor. Unu-două telefoane pe lună, alteori e-mailuri, mesaje scrise, şi, “Cum e vremea?”.

Veţi râde, n-am simţit nevoia să îmi banalizez existenţa într-atât încât să cad în plasa discuţiilor meteorologice. Ştiţi, conversaţiile alea fetide în care ne găsim uneori angajaţi ca tâmpiţii, pentru că împărţim liftul sau pauza de ţigară cu un coleg sau o colegă care nu ne inspiră şi nici nu ne deranjează (dar Dumnezeule, ce bine ar fi dacă nu ar spune nimic…).

Ei bine, nu. Aş putea să consult prognoza pe site-urile de specialitate sau să îmi descarc cea mai recentă aplicaţie meteo pentru Android. Şi ele mi-ar spune că la Strasbourg fulguie, că în Amsterdam e înnorat şi că în Bruxelles e chiciură. Dar buletinul meteo de pe internet sau de la TV nu îmi va povesti că la Strasbourg, Cătălin bate bulevardele împodobite deja de Crăciun de la jumătatea lui noiembrie, că Laura se plimbă sâmbăta pe plajele din Haga, unde marea pare să fie deasupra pământului sau că Ana şi-a scos paltonul preferat la înaintare, ca cafeaua în mână, pe Rue de l’Athenee.

Întrebarea asta îmi deschide o mie de uşi spre dimineţile şi zilele celor cărora le duc dorul, şi tot atâtea ferestre către gândurile lor. Clasicul “Ce faci?”, care de obicei ne aruncă înapoi un mormăit sau un “Mbine, ce să fac…” e atât de puţin ofertant pe lângă înşiruirea de poveşti care se înfiripă dintr-o chestionare rapidă a vremii.

La depărtare, cele mai simple semne de întrebare capătă cele mai însemnate răspunsuri. Şi aşa am găsit un sens în toată povestea asta cu lucrurile banale pe care îmi place să le transform în nimicuri fabuloase.

Poveste pentru IDELIER BUCHAREST

Jachetă SARA, Dinu Bodiciu

Pantaloni, Silvia Şerban

FOTO: Das Sasha
CONCEPT & STYLING: Ioana Cristina Casapu