Saturday, February 28, 2009

The 70s

I love 70s shirt cut and collars, it's just a pity cheap and itchy synthetics started replacing good quality fabrics. But hold on, hipster gear is still around and intact today, so it can't be that bad! This shirt was made in Florence, that might also explain things...

Saturday, February 21, 2009


Visited an old thrift haunt of mine yesterday (which only carries items from the 60s-80s) not planning on buying anything, of course haha. The blazer is 100% cotton, trés 80s and made in West Germany. Lately, I've become obsessed with warm greys and blazers and can't believe my luck in finding both in one piece!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Braving the Elements

It may not look like it, but it is freezing today, and several cups of restorative tea were indulged in after a lovely, long walk (you can see the snowflakes if you enlarge the photos by clicking on them!)

9, Liechtensteinpark

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A Path with Heart

Saint Valentine

Wishing everyone a happy Valentine's Day! 
If your heart isn't taken, 
take it somewhere it wants to go....

Sunday, February 8, 2009


Thrifted in Alexandria, VA

Chanel bought at Duty Free (I had a reckless moment!) and necklace thrifted yesterday. It reminds me of Lady Melbourne. If I don't end up wearing it, I might try to remodel it into something like this or this, or it'll become a give away!

Friday, February 6, 2009

Art for Every Day

Portrait of Emilie Flöge by Gustave Klimt

Yesterday after work, I went to see the exhibition "Sparklers: Emilie Flöge and Jewelry of Wiener Werkstätte" at the Wien Museum. The WW was an institution established in 1903 that created works of craftsmanship in a very distinct style, shifting emphasis away from the opulence characteristic of the fin-de-siécle to simple shapes, minimal decoration and geometric patterns, and setting ornamentally semi-precious stones instead of diamonds. Influenced by the English Arts and Crafts movement, the designers (Hoffman, Moser, Wimmer-Wisgrill, Czeschka and Peche) closely collaborated with master craftsmen to produce the typical WW look.

Brooches designed by Josef Hoffmann

Emilie Flöge, partner and muse of Gustav Klimt, often posed as model for WW jewelry, and sold it at the fashion salon she ran with her sisters. She herself designed and wore eccentric outfits, often donning a reform dress patterned with the black and white stripes and squares also reflected in the minimalistic decor of their rooms: a perfect example of the credo of the WW, namely, to imbue all areas of daily life with artistic design!

Salon "Schwestern Flöge"

Belle D'Aube

I've been drooling over Deneuve's outfits in "Belle de Jour" lately. Those mini-dresses, those shoes, and she had a different gorgeous coat on every day! Well, if I can't have her clothes, at least I held her pose in the bathroom yesterday, when for some inexplicable reason (probably the new machine), I put woolens and delicates through a rough washing cycle which shrunk a favorite pullover and a new pyjama. I'm still so mad at myself, because it's not the first time. Does this happen to anyone else? Anyway, waking up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday when I wanted to sleep in also had it's rewards - seeing possibly the only slip of blue sky there will be this weekend!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Back from Vienna,

Driving by the Capitol

Virginia to Vienna, Austria. Seems my family has a thing about Vienna. It's been a couple of days and yet I am too jetlagged to take photos of my new/old purchases over yonder (they aren't earth-shattering, I had such bad luck with thrift and vintage stores - most of them being closed on the day or at the time we turned up!), so here are some images of how I spent most of my time - at home, sweet, home with Sasha, my mother's cute little pit bull on the couch watching the inauguration, and oh joy, TCM, a channel that plays classic films all day long and commercial-free.

It also took some time to explore all my mother's new antique and flea markets finds of which the house is chock-full, as well as hundreds of art catalogues and coffee table books. My lovely mummy even gave me an amazing book on masks which I may showcase later. That portrait up there, by the way, is of her in younger years.

Mainly, I wanted to drive around taking in the sun (after 4 months of almost solid grey and overcast skies here, I had pretty much forgotten what it looks like) so she chauffered me aimlessly through the back roads of Northern Virginia where we shook our heads at ridiculous replicas of Versailles, Tara and the White House scattered among the woods - who lives in these places?

And then we visited my old favorite, Great Falls Park:

Could have stayed here watching the water forever. Actually, I could have stayed in the States for a very long period of time. You can say what you want about it, but people are a darn sight friendlier than in this beautiful but morose birthplace of psychoanalysis!