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RAISE MY GLASS TO 2013

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I saw this trend on Facebook and blogs where people in the creative industry make tops and lists of their achievements at the end of the year. I was lazy busy enough to skip that in December but then I thought any time is a good time to brag in public count your blessings rather than no time.

Before I get this started I want to explain myself a bit, because in 2012 this blog has taken multiple directions and for a long time it was actually hard to focus on only one or two of them. Which isn’t half bad, when it gives you the chance to discover hidden places of your personality and deep ends of your possibilities.

Ruffles for Breakfast began in 2010 as my style diary. I would post outfits friends photographed me in in the city and post them here. I have to tell you it was boring as hell. So I changed turns and put a bit of life into this spiritless website by adding sketches and short notes from the novel(s) I was working at to the pictures, now themed.

This got me much more readers than fashion pictures ever did, and I was happy to see what a deal breaker writing is. I met many people through the blog. I got encouraged to write even when I had a shitty 1 year time of  writer’s block.

In the beggining of 2012 I styled the first editorial for a local brand, ZAZA Boutique. Collaborations with LaChatterie, BIPOLAR, Alina Ene and Coolta, Macramoi and other brands followed.

I basically tried to use the blog as a platform for aiding uprising young brands in fashion to get promoted.

This short campaign for SUBSET t-shirts is one of my dearest projects in 2012, because it speaks truly and authentically about the nature of things we love. It was also my first attempt to make a short movie. I still need to really learn Premiere pro.

Alexandra Diaconu and I did a couple of shoots for the pretty clothes at IDELIER. And there’s more where that came from, just wait for the surprise to land.

I was asked to write a column for the ALL HOLLOW blog. Seasoned with pictures of me. It had my name on it, which was fancy, but not motivating enough because as 2012 was reaching a start I realized I want to stop with the modelling and use any experience I gained in becoming a fashion stylist. And I did, and it’s the most challenging and practical experience I’ve had since I started to properly work in publishing and online. Ruffles for Breakfast will keep all the prose fragments but the fashion posts will be replaced in 2013 by editorial work. 

I ended the year at the DALLES GO Styling classes with Ovidiu Buta and a bunch of wonderful people I am really glad to have met. My colleagues are now chilling via Berlin Fashion Week while I am home writing this from the comfort of my bed. I raise my glass!

Since the 4th of January I’ve been getting busy with things of all sorts and got in that strange mood where a tiny time off leaves you feeling weird because you have FINALLY nothing to do. I think that’s happening when you’re a workaholic, no? I hope not.

As for me, myself and the other people who live in my brain, 2012 was an awfully changing year. 90% of my friends left the country to greener pastures. I miss them a lot, flights are expensive and that’s all I have to say about that. Places and people changed around and even if this was a HARDER year compared to 2011 (I hear this a lot and I actually think it was the shittiest year in the history of mankind from oh so many points of view), I was grateful to rediscover flowers where dust laid on. I saw some of the best concerts in my life and traveled, and wrote new pieces of a novel, and met miraculous people, and loved.

For 2013, I have made up a list of resolutions in my head starting with last year, but for now I’d rather keep it in the privacy of my mind and add up various things on it as time goes by.

I can say however that I hope to eat a lot of avocados with butter and pepper, apple tart, fish, ice cream and pasta, because food is AMAZING and I am a  gourmand and the simple thought of feasting on a plate of anchovies with champagne makes my mouth watery. 

I also hope to learn how to ride a horse, because in a dream world, people would take horses to the club at night instead of cabs (like Bianca Jagger) and stroll on them to work (I REALLY ENVY THE POLICE PATROLS IN BUCHAREST); ride a bike and play tennis because it’s the only sport I would do without being bored.

I wish to read more books and see more films and get the chance to leave the country or the city more often so I can gather inspiration to turn into more captivating visual stories for you to see (and for potential magazines, you hear that, ALL HOLLOW, ELLE, HARPER’s BAZAAR, COCKAIGNE to hire me).

I wish you all a lightweight year and a lot of beauty of sorts to hang on to.

PHOTO ALEXANDRA VACAROIU @ 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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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:

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!

Toate drumurile care nu apar pe hartă sunt ceea ce par

Am găsit de curând o stradă pe care dacă mergi, nu foarte mult, o să ai impresia că se termină cu o mare. Nu sunt maşini şi nu se lipeşte niciun fir de praf de tine sau de rochia ta nouă. Suflă vântul puţin, e cald dar nu e o caniculă pe care să vrei să o extragi cu penseta din toţi porii şi s-ar putea ca liniştea să te facă să te miri puţin că n-ai ajuns în cu totul alt loc decât sperai. Sufletul nu ţi se mai agită, chiar dacă tu crezi că încă ţi-l tragi.

Astăzi am ajuns însă pe un alt fel de stradă, care se termină cu o fâşie plană. Deschizi fereastra din capătul ei şi, dacă ai noroc, dacă e mai senin sau a plouat, fâşia se transformă în dealuri şi în câţiva munţi şi începi să te întrebi dacă Pământul e atât de rotund pe cât l-ai lăsat ultima dată. Drumurile noastre toate sunt doar în bagaj. Leneşul mai mult aleargă.

Tata lucra probabil în vârful lumii. Sau aşa am ştiut eu toată copilăria, nemaicunoscând niciun uriaş de ciment cu doisprezece etaje în tot oraşul*. Când îşi bea cafeaua, probabil, la câţiva metri de mama, şi se uita pe fereastră, a văzut şi peisajul ăsta post apocaliptic pe care ai vrea să-l străbaţi cu tălpile goale. Mi-a arătat geamul, eu aveam foarte puţini ani şi, chiar dacă azi, de dimineaţă, mai întinerisem oricum cu câţiva, am mers până acolo ca să mă conving că mai am ceva din ramurile care mi-au crescut când am aflat că totul e relativ aproape, chiar şi dacă tu crezi că ce-i al tău e pus departe.

* clădirea se află lângă Piaţa Chibrit, paralel cu calea ferată. pe geam se văd, când nu e ceaţă, munţii de pe la Sinaia încolo. Sentimentul e înălţător, garantat 100%, din 1993 încoace.

BIPOLAR TITS T SHIRT IS AVAILABLE HERE AND AT B’ESTFEST THIS WHOLE WEEKEND

PHOTOS THANKS TO MARTHA SARAH 

Zbor operat pe cord şi pe coloana vertebrală

Specialiştii mi-au găsit nouă talente speciale, cât pentru nouă suflete pe care am reuşit să le înmagazinez treptat, în toamne şi primăveri, undeva mai jos de torace. Mă minunez de vieţuirea lor comună în anotimpurile astea londoneze, potrivite pentru sandale Steve Madden, bălţi pe asfalt şi cafea cu flori.

Eu le-am găsit nouă motive pentru care viciile, supliciile şi armistiţiul sunt principalele valenţe de care nu mă pot descotorosi.

mă îndrăgostesc la a doua vedere şi musai de neîndrăgostibili, dar aproape că mă prefac într-un băiat imbecil şi turbat cu cei care mă plac
spun că am citit cărţi pe care nu le-am citit, râd când e de tăcut, inventez sms-uri invizibile ca să îmi ocup degetele şi să îmi păcălesc nerăbdarea
nu-mi simt mecanica inimii zburlindu-se decât când ne ciocnim, inevitabil, la şase dimineaţa sau la zece seara, în lumina stătută a acelui loc în care nimeni nu caută, de fapt, pe nimeni și nimic.

Mă uit pe radiografiile mele cu melci mari şi coroiaţi de funingine, mi se explică numărătoarea inversă a fantomelor în decembrie, pe care o repet fugitiv din 2006. La spital am făcut mereu bal, îi spun băiatului de lângă mine şi îmi simt deja obrajii aprinşi, ca bujorii însângeraţi în iunie sau ca vinul cel mai concentrat pe care îl bei fără prea multe amendamente sau prejudecăți la 9000 de metri deasupra foștilor iubiți, fostelor case și sincerelor păreri de rău.

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Photos thanks to Cătălin Olteanu

Extrem de tare şi incredibil de departe sau doar jumătate de oră de mers lejer pe jos

Toată alienarea asta în mediul virtual e, de fapt, iminentă. Chiar astăzi, în timp ce ieşeam de la metrou şi zăpada îmi intra în ochi, în gură şi-n cafea, realizam cu brio că dacă ai un început-de-inimă-îndoită în ziua de azi, trebuie s-o ţii pentru tine, altfel te află tot Facebook-ul. Iar eu mă înnebunesc după cenzura pe emoţii de nu-mi văd capul.

Asta e, oricum, una din “zilele alea de marţi” care nu ţin cont de ordinea din calendar, scriam într-un mesaj câteva ore mai târziu. Cum ar zice Doru de la The Mono Jacks, ştii de la bun început că nu se termină bine decât cu o bere. Şi-atunci îţi spui că tot ce ţi-ai dori în momentul ăsta e extrem de tare şi incredibil de departe, la 2180 de kilometri sau doar jumătate de oră de mers lejer pe jos.

Dress BIPOLAR

Photo Cătălin Olteanu