trag·e·dy 

[traj-i-dee]  

 

   

noun, plural trag·e·dies

Have you ever asked yourself what life would be like without the unexpected drama along our road? Neither did I but admit it, it would be a hell of a boring life. And I'm sorry if you're encounting drama at this very own moment but this is the plain truth. You've got to go through a pile of shit first to appreciate your layer of dust. And that's what they call a tragedy. Someone who has it all but one single default holds back our hero/heroine to be. All those qualities to be the greatest but this -almost deified- person chooses to go his own way. And that's what I like about Greek tragedies: all those heroes who sin when they actually try to avoid to anger the gods. It's human nature I guess, to do whatever the fuck you want to do. And it might look illogical and stupid but at that moment, at that place it is the most natural thing to do. People in our modern times have kind of created this 'I am the creator of my own destiny' kind of philosophy. And I absolutely encourage that even though it makes it harder to point fingers at someone else afterwards because all responsibility rests on your own shoulders. And at times it makes it really difficult to accept your own tragedy and those are serious life lessons. I'm not going to preach though because this was initially meant as an easy post. And besides that, what do I know about 'Life', right? I'm only 19 summers young and unexperienced and at the edge of making the biggest mistakes of my life. 

I guess what I've really asked myself was: "What if everyone was happy, where would we all stand now?" I guess if there weren't any troubled artists like Bukowski, Hemmingway, Kahlo, Arbus, Winehouse etc. there also wouldn't be books, paintings, pictures or songs full of agony and darkness. That's why I too have concluded that happy people don't write or draw or dig deeper into their own souls to shamelessly expose themselves. Happiness is safety and I guess those are not the kind of books we want to read. We want heartbreaking tragedies that cut in our flesh and leave us restless. The stories that don't leave us that easily. Some things do leave a mark for life and this shapes you or even molds you into the person you become. The greater choice does lie in your hands but some things are uncontrolable, whether we like it or not. Call it Destiny, Karma or God, I believe something is out there, as strongly as I believe that I am the Creator of my own destiny.

Yours sincerely,

Neslihan

Collage info:

1) Creepy figure by Maria Rubinke

2) Dita von Teese in Christian Lacroix (BURY ME IN THIS PLEEZ. OR BURY ME IN COMME DES GARCONS. THANQ.)

3) Amazing dress found on tumblr, source unknown

4) Have a glamourous suicide, found on tumblr, source unknown

5) "The Waqwaq tree has fruit in the form of human figures"

6) "Oh Lucifer, please take my hand", found on tumblr, source unknown

7) A still from 'Pulp Fiction', Uma Thurman, (GORGEOUS 90'S BABE)

8) "I am the designer of my own catastrophy", light art, found on tumblr, source unknown

9) Virgin Mary and sweet baby Jesus, faceless, found on tumblr, source unknown

10) Crushin a strawberry, Olivia Locher - Another Day on Earth 

Some girls, some shoes

Heya,
I'm seriously balancing between 'omg, I got a genius subject to blog about' and 'nah, mojo too low, bish'. I've been working my ass off the last couple of weeks. I'm not complaining though because the cash is more than welcome since my wish list got a tatsy longer. I start at six AM and I leave my work at three PM, amazed by another heat wave that meets me outside. I am not kidding you, I'm gobsmacked when I'm welcomed by the tropical temperatures when leaving my work place. You can't have a good hairday when it 30 degrees cuz I got really, really thick black hair and it attracts the sun like crazy. Natural result? I sweat my ass off and keep my hair in a sloppy bun/braid. I have given up satin like fabrics and embraced cotton, cotton, cotton! I've invested in a hell of basics lately cuz I can't handle synthetic, no sweat-absorbing fabrics right now. But enough about me, for now at least. 'Gotta wake up this fashion cemetry' PART 256304. I'm just not the regular blogger and you are not the regular visitor. But it's okay, we get along just fine.
Here a collage to represent my current mood. I begin to feel like teenager years are the golden years lately because it's an inbetweener thing. You're not completely mature but you're definitely not a child anymore. It's about becoming a lady without deserting your inner rebel. That's also what your outfit is sporting but you don't mind cuz it feels natural as you combine your ripped 90's jeans with your crispy white shirt. You don't forget to put on your favourite nike trainers and kick the day like you did back in high school. It's all about mixing and matching, there are no rules and the boundaries between ages are becoming vaguer each season and that's just something to like cuz dressing up like a 18 year old aint a shame no more when you're 28. And the other way around is possible aswell.
Sunset has turned me in a true melancholic and I don't mind because I feel like daydreaming and painting hearts on my chest as I run through Vogue Paris and sip a little of my café frappé. It's all about feeling like an adult when you put on those high heels and feeling like a teen when you have to cook your own meal. "Hey, I'm tired! Mom? Anyone?" Since I live on my own, I'm left to my own destiny (read: non-existing cooking skills) and I've been living on pasta pesto and salmon for the first couple of months but I literally started to sweat pesto and got sick of it. So now I'm trying to survive on american cookies as I'm checking out new and easy recipes. And it feels like life has only started, which is bullocks of course but hey, you do get the point. So I too am balancing between being an understanding adult and a quirky (is it even okay to say that about yourself? cares) 19-year old.

And those girls have that kind of vibe. They look innocent yet naughty, pretty yet unsophisticated, girly but not yet womanly. And that's what I like. They represent that careless feel and they look really confident while doing so. So why does everyone keep on saying that teen gurlz dont luk confident, omg? Tavi sure is the C in 'confident'. Look at that sassy look, as if she could handle the world. And I just love Léa Seydoux's hair (right above). Dye your hair in rainbow shades while you still can. This girl rocks all colours ---> INSPO! 

And what's better than a pair of shoes to feed your unsatisfiable teen soul? Feed your lust at Dr. Martens dot com. Those babies are on sale and I just love 'em. They're summery, flowery and very girly yet they're kick ass Martens, what else does a teen girl desire? 

The first two pair are only £45!!! The last pair is even cheaper: £40!

Thanks for reading my rambling post and enjoy your pretty evening.

Neslihan

Neon Oasis

By Neslihan

Once upon a lifetime you see a picture that makes life worth living. That inspires you and challenges you to look at things differently. But sometimes you see a whole photoshoot that controls every angle of your brain. It's the colours, the setting, the model and how graceful she poses. When all of those things are in balance you get one hell of a photoshoot. A tableau vivant, with an amazing amount of energy that could become alive any instant. You just have to believe in it. Believe in the bright blue sky, believe it when she stares in the unlimited distance. 

 I had never heard of Kinee Diouf's name before I saw this photoshoot but how beautiful does she look? She looks like a pilar of strength. And her grace just turns this picture in a majestic painting. Also note how strongly she looks like Grace Jones on this picture. And she's rocking the abundance of colours, materials, lengths and light.

She looks like an elegant giant on the picture above but here you see how tiny she is when sitting on the camel. Also loving the floaty pink and orange fabrics. How delightful do they look with the sky?

 

Love how she poses, she really uses her body to bring the message across.

What a royal dress. The queen wears purple. Please do note her gorgeous lipstisck!

(© Issey Miyake)

I've created two little outfits in order to accompany this neon mood:

Outfit 1: Brunch with Charles

 Outfit 2: Cocktail with Barry

Collages: made it myself on polyvore

Pictures: 'Neon Oase' Vogue NL July 2013 -styling: Marije Goekoop

                                               -photograhy: Ishi

About pubic hair and artificial sex

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Mother of Prints

By Neslihan

Anything with bright prints and mixing and matching makes my heart go va va va voom. So when I saw Mother of Pearl's Resort collection I was -needless to say- in awe. And the reasons are out there: florals combined with leopard prints or with other florals creating an unseen dimension. The cuts were kept really simple but it was all in the use of colours. They picked three kinds of florals and re-used it for the blazers, dresses and shorts. So you can quite say you can easily combine the pieces with each other. Not only did she mix her flower garden with the wild, wild leopard printed fabrics but she also combined the first with stripes and geometrical shapes. It's just the kind of collection I would wear, simple, yet quirky. And just really colourful. The first jacket is ideal for chilly summernights. And I also loved how they used sporty flats to support the effortlessness of this collection.

                     

2 is for Greed

By Neslihan

Once upon a chaotic time, in a capitalistic kingdom far away there lived this narcistic girl with tons and tons of selfish and greedy aspirations. Her selfishness was absolutely loathsome and her desires were unsatisfiable. She wanted everything, everything she layed her eyes upon had to be hers. And this was certainly the case when it came to clothing. Oh countless unsatisfied fantasies, where are you? Her greed was a sly as her personality. It was omnipresent but she repressed it. She had to. One day she would own her own Chanel 2.55 and her very own Paul Smith brogues. But until that day she had to settle with High Street made in China rip offs. And she was doing just fine until a very peculiar thing accured yesterday. It evoked her desires all over again and at once she knew what she was capable of. This is what happened: it was one PM and she entered her humble palace. As she went upstairs she saw a note on her desk. And black shorts. The note was from her old, very old roommate. It said: "You can keep the shorts if they fit." And yours sincerely knew immediately that those were the shorts she saw hanging in the bathroom. The Chanel shorts!!! A heavy thrill invaded her body and she began to sweat. Oh sweet Lord Jesus, was this real? "Pinch me!" she said. "Pinch me real hard! Wake me up from this false dream." But yes, this moment was real, but an unexpected destiny was still waiting to strike.

(Don't mind the freaky hand pose)

She decided to fit the shorts because the impatience made her shake all over her body. She wore them and was about to zip up her shorts, which went quite well but the majestic buttons caused some trouble. Or was it her post-winter tummy bleus? She could cry her eyes out. And a rage took control over her body. There were two ways: keep the shorts or... No, there was only one way, whether the shorts fitted or not. Keeping is the only way. And maybe one day, when she had three children, a fulltime job and a demanding husband, she'd be so stressed that she wouldn't find the time to eat. "One day they'll fit", she concluded. Fucking Parisian 38!

Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself

By Neslihan

It's a Sunday morning, soft breeze underneath your dress, chaos in your hair and a heavenly voice singing to you. It's the perfect scenario for a perfect summer day. The days are long, the nights are short and it feels as if your holiday is endless, as if you still have a lifetime to start and even to finish the things you want to do. Nothing feels forced and the sunshine makes everything lighter. Today was a lazy day? No problem, you still have tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that. It's just the randomness of summer that appeals to me; as if you can meet new people on every corner of the street. Coffee dates at noon, picnick after 12, really bad movies at midnight. Oh, how I've missed the spare time to do those little nothings.
And even though the collage is rather stuffed it represents my mood effortlessly. I want my days to be  filled with caprisun, daisies in my hair and good books. I want soft fabrics because summer -more than any other season- is about caressing your skin with lace, silk and satin. I want to smell the rain on the hot city concrete. I want to feel the sun on my shaven legs. But above all, I want the summer. Could you stay for a while?

1) Daisy eau de toilette by Marc Jacobs
2) Bra by Princesse Tam Tam
3) Socks at American Apparel
4) Espadrille creepers at Zara (WANT)
5) Picture from Jalouse FR June 2013
6) Lyrics from 'Home' by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
7) Sunglasses on etsy.com
8) Basket: unknown
9) Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
10) Kimono vest at Topshop
11) Summer fluid (Apple-cherry is the deal)