to tie the knot

Real dream dress from Pronovias 2013 collection OH MY GOD.

(Photos by Carolina Engman from Fashion Squad)

so stay here

Blue jeans,

white shirt

walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn

It was like, James Dean, for sure

you so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
you were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop

but you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know

that love is mean, and love hurts

but I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
promise you'll remember that you're mine

I guess I just got lucky. Uhm, we met in elementary school, in seventh grade we had the same class schedule and, uh, we just clicked, you know?... I think technically the "girl of my dreams" would probably have, like, a really bodacious rack, you know. Maybe different hair. Probably...you know, she'd probably be a little more into sports. But um, truthfully: Robyn's... Robyn's better than the girl of my dreams: she's real.

Really, I don't think I'll ever get tired of quoting 500 Days of Summer, oh no.

good girl gone bad

Photos from style.com, collages by me.

These pics are from the Chanel Resort collection 2013. The outfits are not exactly my style, but one little detail about them is what caught my eye: Chanel, the exclusive couture house synonym of elegance and distinction, is wearing nothing but brothel creepers. And yes, by creepers I mean those same shoes that urban tribes such as punks, skas, gothicks or greasers have been wearing since the 50s and 60s, and that are having their moment of glory right now on streetstyle sites such as Lookbook.nu. 

This facts reminds me of one thing my mother always says and that until the moment I saw these photos never really made any sense to me, and it is that fashion works this way: great designers get the trends from real people and the high street and adapt them to their collections, not the other way round. You see, mothers are always right.

who said nights were for sleep?

Lights will guide you home

           

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, 

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda