liil is me! My job is to track all kinds of design and art introducing some new quality, both in terms of of easthetics and satysfying practical needs. As a designer I'm going to contribute to this as well!
Saying good bye to the old and welcoming the new I'm preparing myself to create my fourth collection inspired by tsaritsas. I'm truelly fascinated by Russian patterns and design in general.
The best source of inspiration I've found in Russian fairy tales:
I've already drawn some sketches basing on Russian patterns common in folk needle-works. But all in all, the whole collection is going to be really modern. Russian folk design is supposed just to add some flavour to it. Hopefully, it will be something good ;)
And again
I’m feeling as if my naked body was lying spread on wet, cold rocks. Really
hate it. Do you know this sensation; a sense of total solitude and coldness? People believe that hell is a place full of fire. No, it’s not. Hell is like
this; you’re cold, you're alone, enveloped in total silence.
And my heart is floating on the ocean of despair. And I let it go further and further...
Hey, did
you know such a equitation?:
MACROCOSMOS=MICROCOSMOS
Well in
other words you may say that ocean consists of drops while a drop consists of
ocean.
And I swallow the ocean and the ocean swallows me.
Some people believe, I’m among them, that a single person is like a
fractal of universe. And I couldn't agree more. “The ingredients” are more or less the
same in the case of human body as in the case of the whole universe. A body is just a far way
smaller “dose” of all ingredients. And that also explains why in one post I’m
writing about fire I’m having inside and about water in the other. I simply
consist of both and it really complicates my life ;) Now I'm at the turning point but I don't know what to do or where to go and which element will take control over me all I know is I need to move. Inertness means death.
Bright moments always lead to gloomy moments in my life. Never opposite...
Again I have a
feeling that I’m participating in a Greek tragedy. Really unthinkable
coincidences have led me to even more unthinkable situations. At the moment,
I’m really fed up with walking, searching calling… Again I’m at crosswords when
it comes to my professional life and other aspects too. And more and more questions are arising staying unanswered...
The situation repeats
itself year after year actually. There’re two months left to my birthday and in
May I’m always a bit down and it’s not a question of growing old, to tell the
truth I wouldn’t like to be younger even one day. The thing is though I must
admit I’m successful a list of successes always seems shortish somehow and I have a
sensation of wasted time.
And now, honey, I'm not going any further...Now I want to stop. Going this path's too painful and tiresome. I’ll
rather stay here withering instead.
This post is dedicated to my friend Dag, who can read
between the lines though not always gets my metaphors ;P Hope the desert-like-feeling making us two flowers on fire will go away soon. That’s my wish for our
birthdays :*
Oh...
PS. Dag, you're such an angel and I'm such a rebel, I've always been a rebel... but now we feel the same. I still have a gallon of petrol and a box of matches. Let's set fire to this shitty world, Mon Amie!!
There is
something wrong and dense in the air this month. Everything is off the right
tracks or is leading to dead ends. All people close to me are suffering one way or
another. It’s so difficult to breathe… and there is nothing, absolutely nothing
you may hold on to. And no way out…
In moments like this the lines from the song "Lasagna" by the Knife keep echoing in my head.
You could have locked yourself up
For ten years or so
And when you finally came out
There would still be no chances for you
I look for moves and I search for breaths
And it leaves me
Thinking about death
For me it's like a prophecy I'm most afraid of.
Recently, I’ve come
across a song by Sarah Blasko that fits here perfectly.
Despite of problems of other nature I have to pay a few hundred zloty of taxes. And what
for? Mainly for doing jobs I don’t feel like doing. Everything seems uncertain
only death and taxes are two certainties in life ;)
Pictures below are supposed to show a binary system in which troubles love to pop up ;)
Louise Dahl-Wolf (1895-1989), Twins at the Beach, 1955, http://arts-jumeaux-doubles.blogspot.com/2012_11_01_archive.html
a fragment of photo by Łukasz Osuch, binary dresses by me
All in all, dog years
are not over yet...
poster by Lex Drewiński, http://stgu.pl/lex-is-more
Where is my
rifle?!
Let me finish this post with special thanks to ~katjaLuv for making me believe that I make "good stuff" :) I r e a l l y needed that, kid! :glomp:
Today post is supposed to be about ears... Though it's just a pretext to write about something completely else ;)
Here I'd like to refer to a film that makes all my senses happy. It's "Intouchables".What's the most extraordinary about this film is that it tells a true story! J'adore! I've remembered it 'cause my favourite scene is connected with ears.
I really wanted to upload here the song titled "Takiego Chłopaka" by Mikromusic but for some reason I can't so the link must do: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOG988efJYE
I love this song. It's the best 'prayer' I've ever heard and so hillarious and so true... and that sweet sweet voice, balm to my ears... <3
This post was supposed to be an outlet for my frustration on Polish competitions for fashion designers especially on Golden Thread. Last year the organizors really goofed up announcing one designer to be the winner while the another actually won. This year they want to cover the bad impression by inviting Kasia Tusk to the jury!!! A round of applause, please! :> For me it's like covering the bad impression with the even worse one. If this competition and other ones aim to at least to pretend to be professional invite E X P E R T S to the jury at last! Not so-called trend setters or silly celebrities or teen bloggers but EXPERTS: fashion photographers, other designers, costumers... But I know that's just a wishful thinking. That's why I'm finishing the issue here and taking up the new one the actual subject of this post.
Recently, I've come across breathtaking works by Motohiko Odani.
I've taken up French again. I'm fantasizing I was born in Paris and I've never even visited Poland...
I'm going to be good and beautiful... F O R E V E R that's my plan...
I've placed here a link to the fragment of the film titled "The Piano" 'cause I had some R E A S O N S;) Namely, this film is good and beautiful and it was a great inspiration for me to take two photos I've presented in this post.
Kimiko Yoshida over the seven years was taking self-portraits, themed "brides" my favourite one is "The Green Tea Bride".
The Mao Bride, 2006, Kimiko Yoshida
The Cyber Bride, 2003 by Kimiko Yoshida
The topic Kimiko Yoshida used in her photos made me reflect on weddings... I hate weddings. I loath them!!! No matter what a convence of wedding reception a young couple chooses it's always dull and grotesque.
This post was intended for yesterday but yesterday I had no access to the Internet all day long. But in this case a date doesn't matter since I'm writing about a thing that on the 9th of March is still true :)
In the first place, I'd like to refer to women who are named almost the same like me; two Lygias: Lygia Pape and Lygia Clark.
Graphene,the worlds' thinnest, carbon-based material discovered at The University of Manchester in 2004 caused great excitement among scientists. Nine years later it causes great excitement in me! Though graphene is nothing else but a single sheet of graphite its properties are completely different. It perfectly combines mechanical, electrical and thermal conductivity. Electrons building graphene show great mobility which gives enormous prospects for production of electronic devices of minute sizes with superior performance. Graphene is very likely to squeeze silicone out!
To my surprise there haven’t really been any groundbreaking uses of graphene in fashion yet. Only Alistair Carr seemed to replicate the structure of monolayer graphene in one of his collections and that's it.
Who killed quality - I want to know! The days when you really wanted to get something that was top shelf and you got it are gone. I mean it! They are GONE! No matter how much you fork out - you won't get the quality you're looking for. I've been a fashion designer on a regular basis three years now. And it's been time I've spent in search of top quality zips, buttons and fabrics. Most of my tries were in vain...
Cristóbal Balenciaga
Miss Kitty sings in one of her songs that Frank Sinatra is dead.
Well, high quality is very similar to Frank Sinatra. It's dead...
Aren't those projects dating back to 1950's powerful? And shouldn't we be ashamed by the fact that Cristóbal Balenciaga didn't have all these fabulous devices we do and extraordinary facrics with prints, LED lights or whatever you may imagine and still he was able to reach pure perfection? And it's not that I'm just sentimental and I tend to make goo-goo eyes to vintage stuff. Again it's a question of one thing: QUALITY!
One of Balenciaga's customer wrote about him a perfect epitaph:
"Women did not have to be perfect or even beautiful
to wear his clothes. His clothes made them beautiful." (http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/hd/bale/hd_bale.htm)
Stella Oakes for Balenciaga, 1951
Photographer: Henry Clarke
The way of thinking was completely different then. People wanted quality and they knew that quality required some costs and they gladly and eagerly paid for that. At the moment people are used to cheap as dirt clothes (I don't need to add what quality they are) and expect from me to design and sew a silk dress for them for 80 Zl, while the fabric itself costs 400 Zl...
Let me teleport myself to better times...
Or simply walk away...
Balenciaga Wedding Dress, 1967
Photographer: Tom Kublin Balenciaga Wedding
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