Dicţionar de idei simple. Haina îl face pe om să se caute de suflet

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Am căutat marea cu sarea în diverşi oameni fără să ştiu că ele sălăşluiesc mai degrabă în animale.

Mi-am spus că încă un pahar nu strică sufletul, aşa că l-am dat peste gât şi mi-am închipuit că sunt Alice cu licoarea ei magică.

Când am urcat Coloana Infinitului ningea şi nimeni nu m-a avertizat că la coborâre eşti mai greu, mai plin, mai umflat de ambiţii şi prohibiţii dar cu sufletul golit până la pământ.

Cunosc trei femei care şi-au înlocuit ridurile cu văi ale plângerii, mirării şi exaltării.

Am găsit o rochie în care să îmi netezesc coatele şi să îmi întind pielea de pe spate. Hainele în care m-am simţit acasă nu erau ale mele.

În Control se dădea în stambă Silvia Dumitrescu, iar eu mă gândeam la un sărut şi doar atât.

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Rochie de sanatoriu şi Katherine Mansfield, Silvia Şerban

Poveste pentru IDELIER BUCHAREST

Foto de Das Sasha

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!

GIVEAWAY: WIN A FASHION STYLIST CLASS / CÂŞTIGĂ UN CURS DE FASHION STYLIST LA UNIVERSUL DALLESGO

Dear readers, I have a special giveaway for you today.

Last week I was telling you about Universul DallesGo’s afterschool programs in design, photography, fashion styling, make-up and other glorious branches of creative media.

Ruffles for Breakfast and Universul DallesGo are offering a FASHION STYLIST CLASS, free of charge, for any of you who has a passion for fashion or an uprising talent in stylism!

The theme for the competition is BAROQUE.

here are some examples of BAROQUE:

WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO IS:

1.  LIKE Ruffles for Breakfast on Facebook

2. MAKE A POLYVORE ACCOUNT (if you don’t have one) AND CREATE A SET INSPIRED BY BAROQUE FASHION/ART

3. PASTE THE LINK TO YOUR SET IN A COMMENT TO THIS POST, TOGETHER WITH YOUR E-MAIL ADRESS AND NAME

The competition starts today, 26th NOVEMBER and ends on 29th of NOVEMBER, Thursday.

THE WINNER WILL BE SELETED BY OVIDIU BUTA AND IRINA MARKOVITS AFTER STUDYING ALL PARTICIPANTS ENTRIES ON ALL THE BLOGS AFFILIATED TO THE CONTEST, AND AWARDED ON FRIDAY, 30th of November.

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UNIVERSUL DALLESGO şi Ruffles for Breakfast oferă cadou un CURS DE FASHION STYLIST, oricăruia dintre voi care este pasionat de modă sau un viitor stilist talentat!

TEMA CONCURSULUI ESTE BAROC

CONDIŢII DE PARTICIPARE:

1. Dai LIKE pe facebook paginii Ruffles for Breakfast

2. Îţi creezi un cont pe POLYVORE (dacă nu ai deja) şi să creezi un set cu tema BAROC

3. Laşi un comentariu la acest post care să conţină linkul setului, adresa de email şi numele tău

PERIOADA DE DESFĂŞURARE A CONCURSULUI ESTE 26-29 NOIEMBRIE

CÂŞTIGĂTORUL VA FI ALES DE CĂTRE JURIUL FORMAT DIN OVIDIU BUTA ŞI IRINA MARKOVITS DUPĂ ANALIZA TUTUROR SETURILOR ÎNSCRISE PE TOATE BLOGURILE CARE SUSŢIN ACEST CONCURS ŞI ANUNŢAT VINERI, 30 NOIEMBRIE

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

ANNA DE NOAILLES. THE AGE OF DESIRE

French aristocrat poet with Romanian origins Comtesse Anna de Noailles has been the most prominent of my recent musings. She wrote three novels, an autobiography, and a number of poems. At the beginning of the 20th century, her salon on the Avenue Hoche attracted the intellectual, literary and artistic elite of the day including Francis Jammes, Paul Claudel, Colette, André Gide, Frédéric Mistral, Robert de Montesquiou-Fezensac, Paul Valéry, Jean Cocteau, Alphonse Daudet, Pierre Loti, Paul Hervieu, and Max Jacob. Although she was not so remembered in our country for her poetry and autobiographic work, De Noailles seduced the French with her quirky charm and blunt eroticism, also portrayed by many artists of the age. Her lyrics speak of lustful desire, like a drug for the heart.

Based on this heartsnatcher’s story, this is the first RUFFLES FOR BREAKFAST pictorial (well not the first, but the first I’m proud of) and my first “serious” work as a stylist. We tried to embody this free spirited artist’s feminine savageness and to make her walk in modern, yet seasoned by her taste, shoes.

The artist behind the camera was the very talented ALEXANDRA VACAROIU.

And the shoot took place with the help of the guys from CAROL 53.

*Title inspired by book with the same name by Jennie Fields.

THANK YOU EVERYONE!

Lover from Ukraine

Lover from Ukraine is the name of the wonderful curve I used to polish these after Catalin took them in January. Still I couldn’t find the time to edit them until tonight. After I typed the title it made sense, with the fur and all.

Since some of you asked me if I can post new excerpts from my second novel in progress, here is something from April that I’ve been contemplating for a long time without enough resources to finish:

“Mama pleacă la operă. E o balerină stricată, o păpușă rusească cu chimir și văpaie în obraz. Cântă un disc cu Maria Tănase și ea cântă cu el. Romanțe bulevardiere de epocă trecută. Mama are jupon, cum aveau femeile pe atunci, și își toarnă din sticla de parfum peste piept, botez fragrant de emoții atee. Își trage rochia peste cap și un val de muselină neagră o înghite, cu mâini subțiri și tors subțire și părul tot numai bucle și valuri ca fumul, se îndreaptă spre mine și spre Dara, ne sărută apăsat, se îndepărtează furnicător ca o femeie păianjen și ne face cu mâna suav din ușă.

Până la trei ani Clemenceau nu a vorbit. Nici mama nu a vorbit cu tata trei luni, pentru că tata l-a bătut pe Clemenceau că nu vroia să vorbească.”

(2012)