cointreau makes everything better. :)
in fact, this is the “secret ingredient” i use to make my tiramisù.
a few posts back (and yes, i know, that’s quite a long time ago) i expressed my feelings of disfavour for versace’s collaboration with h&m. just like donatella once said i felt like it would “confuse the brand’s DNA”. the one brand, that still holds onto rich materials, unique style and the beloved “made in italy” combined with the cheap ugliness of the dreaded textile giant? it felt like a sting in my heart.
as the months past by i got to see some of the results of this union and despite all my initial scepticism i kinda liked how donatella blew away all of the h&m fuglyness in favour of her own fabulous designs. surely there would still be the problem of poor fabric and grotty quality, i thought to myself. but as the launching date came closer and more and more details were revealed i experienced a pleasant surprise: no pleather was used for this collection and the dresses are made of 100% silk.
just like donatella, i changed my mind and so i found myself standing in line for the h&m store to finally open it’s gates. it was crazy. people were at war and while h&m thought of a pretty good way to keep everyone who wanted to shop the women’s collection from crushing their skulls (differently coloured bracelets granted you 10 minutes of shopping time), they lacked to come up with something equivalent for their men’s collection, which was a bad idea since we all know, how annoyingly agressive some of the fags can be. they gave the word flame-war a whole new meaning.
however it was worth the fight. i got myself my favourite pieces from the collection, among them the t-shirt with the gorgeous miami print, and also got to shop the women’s collection for some friends who couldn’t make it.
and despite all my fears it felt just right.
so do you know those “it can’t go on like that!”-days? i’m pretty sure everyone of you does. those are the kind of days, where you sit there with your laptop (which has a molten bottomcase for some stupid incident involving your kitchen stove with non standard button arrangement, a cat gone mad, a blocked toilet and a nervous breakdown - don’t ask), looking for job offers that might fit in with your stupid curriculum, can’t find any and then decide to go take a shower because that’s the place where no one would notice the tears. (okay, i’m being a little bit theatralic right now)
well, i’m currently having a week of those sad, pathetic little days. it just feels like i am 15 again, except that unlike now, the stuff i was upset about was really of a more ridiculous kind, like, you know, sometimes teenagers are just sad for the sake of sadness. or because kurt cobain died (isn’t it funny how teenagers can still get upset about that stupid man?). well, i never cared about kurt cobain. so, the reason for my current distress is a pretty embarassing one: not having enough money. i’m a student, i’m used to this. but somehow, it’s getting more and more annoying. don’t get me wrong, my parents give me a decent amount of money. i don’t even do a lot of expensive stuff anymore, but somehow, my money magically disappears. and then, starting at the middle of the month, i’m having those moments when i don’t even dare to look into my (versace-) wallet (oh how ironic!) to check how much is left.
usually i don’t care that much but on “it can’t go on like that!”-days i do. this is because on those days i realize that i have four more years to go on like that. FOUR FUCKING YEARS! and even after that i’m not so sure about whether it is going to change.
but i need it to change because i need to LIVE. what’s bothering is not that i have to think and calculate for DAYS before i finally buy a little designerpiece to spoil myself a little. when i do that i don’t really consider myself moneytroubled. what’s the real pain in the ass is, that sometimes i have to do the same thing when i am grocery shopping. hor ridiculous is that?
studying medicine and working does not really match because you have to study hard and the time table changes randomly. my only hope right now is to get a job as an assistant to a doctor and i’m kinda working on getting such a job.
hopefully then i will be able to kick 15 year old me’s ass and get over those stupid “it can’t go on like that!”-days. because the worst thing about them is probably that now that i am not 15 anymore, i realize how embarassing those tiny little depressions are.
now it’s time to get wastet.
oh med school. why do you have to be such a stupid whore?
fashion is art - a bonmot that is most applicable to describe the creations of doris schamp, an artist and ambitious fashion designer.
each one of her stylish pieces is designed with love, hand printed and topped off with dazzling details such as millions of rhinestones, airbrushed cherries, genuine gold stitching and whatever else comes to this crazy girl’s mind. :)
every fashionvictim knows that rush of joy whenever they spot something new and exciting and that’s exactly what i felt when i got my first la razzia piece.:)
what do you think?
check out the pictures below! (oh and note those sexy birds which are part of her work as a cartoonist)
you might even recognize one of the models:)))
and if all that suddenly gives you the urge to buy some of that wearable art feel free to click here and contact doris via e-mail. :)
