Crying Lightning

De talenten van Charly

I never cried spontaneous while reading a book. Never ever. And I’ve read a lot. I used to be so surprised if someone else did in my neighbourhood. I just couldn’t understand even I wanted too. Here’s my story; sometimes you just aren’t able to see the trees through the forest (that’s how we say it in Belgium folks). Very applicable on me last days. Were it the Christmas and NY-craziness? I don’t know, but I’m happy it’s over (maybe next year I have to buy myself an Island and call it “Leave Me Fucking Alone Island Part Two” just like Johnny Depp did ). So I really needed to dive into something to change my mind and started reading “De talenten van Charly Traoré” by Samuel Benchetrit (I actually wanted to read it in french but they only had the dutch version in the library but anyway) because I’m kinda attracted by this multi-talent’s openess when he’s in public. So I started reading this book and I don’t know what happened but suddenly I could give my twisted emotions a place (TEARS BABY). I am probably not able to define it but I will try my best. Continue reading

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When Hugo Met Sylvia

Ok, sorry for the tacky title but I just had to… So I wanna write about the iconic couple Claus-Kristel, who I think were a very fashionable late belgian-dutch answer on the Gainsbourg-Birkin couple. But like most iconic couples they were also pretty fucked up (if what I read in De Wolken is true). Anyway they both had a thing with fashion and still are representative; for instance Veronique Branquinho still uses Kristel as an inspiration (pics of models in Branquinho sitting in the iconic Emmanuelle- chair) and Veronique Leroy (Leonard/own label) is very fond of the light in Emmanuelle for her shows/adds. About Mr. Claus: a while ago I saw a docu about him and it had a fashion report in it. He got introduced by a lady who announced that she was very flattered having a man in her studio that had interest in fashion. So they watched a runway (I think it was YSL) on a dia-screen and he had to comment. It started off polite, but at the end he was more excited about taking the clothes off than the clothes themselves. Yeah. But ok he definitely was interested. Continue reading

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harry winston vs the birdflu

I’m not the type that’s hungry to have an engament ring with the size of an ice cube around the finger, but I definitly enjoy the freedom of creativity that jewelry brands take to promote their candy. I like the adds of Van Cleef and Arpels which are dreamy, those of Chanel that feel so intimate but my big fave is definitily the most traditional house jewelryhouse ever: Harry Winston (tell me all about it!). And that because they dare to compensate that image with their great adds that are very simple, but so different because they actually don’t use fancy models (oh no) but birds, they photograph as if it were royals… Finally more respect for animal in fashion (ok, I am guilty here too: I wear my grandma’s old fur scarf)! I was wondering if HW had a special band with birds so I did some research here but couldn’t find anything that gave me a satisfying answer. And if I can’t find it by myself, why shouldn’t I ask: I sent the HW-folks an E-mail… to be continued soon!

-Ok, I received one back but now the poor HW-lads think I want to order some jewel bracelet with birds or something. Mhm, I’ll explain myself more clearly this time…

-They finished our mail traffic… Guess it’s TOP SECRET

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The Mean Reds

I know one thing: being in your most fruitful years as a “woman” is not always that joyful (headache/stiff neck/stress and fear for the stupidest things/dizzy when you get up/insert your silly menstruational complaint here). Yup Holly Dahling, I know what you mean with The Mean Reds… Since the closest Tiffanny’s is in Brussels and I don’t have the energy right now to take the train or to buy a croissant in a brown paperbag in a black Givency dress+matching Ray Ban, I have to rely on myself. So I made a compilation of things that I can trust on during THIS period(s). But be warned: it’s very personal because I listened to my own body, so not sure if it works for you… But it might

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my amélie p. complex…

As told, I’m not a fan of the mass-consumption during christmasperiod. Not that I judge others for it, but I’m just someone who likes stuff with a soul (how ridiculous it might sound…). So in some way I found myself back on a saturday in the Nieuwstraat at Brussels, walking on heads and overwhelmed by staring at the people, loaded with bags as they were camels on a busy day in the desert. But I was there with a reason: I had to get the present my grandmother ordered for me (yes that’s how we do it in our family; you have to SUFFER before you receive your present) at NafNaf & there was my lovely niece and her friend to accompany me. We had a good time actually, but after a while I really started loosing it and then I always go searching for beauty to compensate… So I came out with some great shots which I drowned in an Amélie Poulain-bath and a gorgeous dress at 21 forever in this Leonard style I was looking for. I told myself not to feel guilty, because the dress had a fault in it (which made it even cheaper)… So a soul it has

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l’amour flou

Okay, I finally managed to find some time in between. And the computer in the hotel I am staying is finally free (06h30 in the morning is no guarantee)! I already wrote this post 2 days ago in a cool mexican restaurant, doing a “Stuntman Mike” (eating an enchillada-plate in bomberjack. don’t have any scars in my face yet, but I DO have a lot of bruises on my legs because of hitting against with my suitcase). The last days I have been very chaotic (losing my date in the station/hitting a passenger on the Thalys while handing out questionnairies, but he assured me I didn’t hurt him: he used to play rugby or something/losing a train because of the snooze-button… But anyway: I compensated this feeling with a serious overload of beauty. I visited and explored as much I could handle in Brussels and Paris. Continue reading

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f(l)ashion entre Bxl-Midi et Paris-Nord

Bonjour les gens! Because I found a cool temporary job at Thalys between Brussel-Midi and Paris-Nord, I can provide you more (foreign) eye candy and stories. Like yesterday; I finally visited the Magritte Museum à Brussels! I couldn’t stay very long because I had to catch my train but it was really worth it: I just didn’t know the man experimented with so many paintstyles and, that he designed affiches; because as also told in the docu (you first have to watch before entering the expo: you know “going from theory to practise” and shizz) “In his head he always remained a communist and anarchist”. But he never became an extremist because he realized that fantasy and an open mind were the only key to create a reality which fitted him, WHICH makes him a very intelligent man in my eyes. Hah les arts… I want to close this post with THE oneliner of yesterday, also in the Magritte= Museum Waiter (security) at the entrance of the expo: “You can carry your camera with you, but you can’t use it.” Me: “As in Surrealism?”

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des jolie mômes partout+one night at the museum

I’ve been all over Belgium lately aka travelled to 3 cities in 2 days (+ about to leave to Brussels/Paris for a job I’m looking forward to do!): Ghent were I finally visited the Designmuseum during Museumnight with friends (great fun at the coke-expo with all the history&goodies&games+beautiful&modern glass design-I really should take some glassblowclasses-by the finnish designer Kaj Franck ( born 1 century this year)) after 2 trials because I forgot 1) the opening hours & 2) the closing day on monday…/Mechelen to apply for a job in this übercool store/Antwerp… Because it’s Antwerp goddamnit! Now enough talking and time to feed your starving eyes…

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I Love Typo

Two days ago, I helped my sister’s lover with some homework for his study Graphic Design. He had to draw like hell untill deep in the night to get it done, so I helped him to design this abstract interior he had to digitalise. Very interesting: I never did something like that and struggled a lot, but managed to produce something I liked after 3 hours of Arbeit… His brother, who studies the same and clearly has a passion for interior design, gave me a lot of cool tips and showed me some of his inspiration sources. At a sudden moment he showed me the coolest typography I’ve ever seen on his computerscreen… And that’s special because I like typo, yesh, (I used to take some classes and made a book with new interpretations of the letter “O” that I even gave girl names, a lot of fun to do) but I never ran wild for a specific lettertype. This one by The Second Of May (one of the teachers of the bro’s old school): “De ruimte tussen de letters” gave me the chills and I think because it has something Magritte’ish, who I’m rediscovering right now. He is one of my mayor inspirations and it’s funny how he always comes back in artwork I like, for example in Margiela’s collections. I also like the fact that the letters are formed by some sort of shadows (I am really fond of using shadows, in the way I always associate them with mysterious Hitchcock-movies as Vertigo), but here they are interpreted so different and individual you feel like you’re really eating out of the typograph’s hand … They actually fill the space IN BETWEEN the letters so these don’t really stand on theirselves. You can interpret it as a successful balance between dark and light, how the only two non-colors make each other complete, as if the result you’re looking at is their love-baby… So you see in art, true love exists: why shouldn’t it in reality?


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Perfume: story of a sniffer

I truely believe the world is devided in 2 groups of people: the Sniffers and the Non-Sniffers. I am definitely a Sniffer: I like to snif perfume on others and give compliments about it (some people react flattered, others seem a little freaked out), going to Inno and try out all the new fragrances, collecting old perfume bottles because they almost all have a great design, reading reviews and analysisses about it, … It’s an expensive hobby for a goofy tween like I but I think it’s worth it: perfume is such a good example from everyday’s magic which people just take for granted. Maybe because there are a lot mainstream/boring smells on the market which you can change among each other, hyped by magazines and starlets-of-the-minute, while I think it’s a very individual and personal process to pick one. But some perfumes don’t need all this crap, they smell for themselves: as the fragrance comes floathing on slowly but secure to fill your nostrills, it takes you automaticly on an imaginary trip to the past/a flowerfield/your dreams (as if you were Aladin who awakens the ghost in the lamp)…

And then I come out with Narcisso Rodriguez, a latin-american designer who had a great s/s’12-collection during New York Fashion Week by the way (very fresh and almost looked like it was tattooed on the body: you can watch it here). But when I think about this fashion house, I think perfume: the house has only two fragrances for women and one for men, but that’s enough. And that because I think they all are splendid… For Her by Narcisso Rodriguez was the first perfume I knew by heart. It’s just such an emotional and unusual fragrance (click here for some theory) + the poudre-pink but stately retro bottle/simple but feminin commercial make it perfectly visual. When I am in Paris; I smell it a lot and I love it. It’s everywhere: from the metro to the musea (another sign I REALLY should move to Paris). On my photo you can see the perfumebottle of their last perfume Essence, which is another great smeller. This is how baby-oil (which I think has a great fragrance) would smell if it had grown up. The soft commercial + arty&original bottle with mirror-allures could move me again.

My dad got Narcisso Rodriguez For Men last New Year and when he was in the neighbourhood, I could smell it form meters distance, always again suprised about how good it was. Now he uses some other brand which I won’t even notice. So I’m thinking of giving him another bottle for this New Year. Again: expensive, but hey it’s a win-win situation…

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