Showing posts with label outifts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label outifts. Show all posts

April 11, 2012

An Addams Cousin, a Bird and a Poem

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If you think this dress is weird, I don't blame you. What's more, I agree.

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But when I saw it, it reminded me of the Addams Family and how I used to love those films, and suddenly saw myself in the disguise of a long lost Addams cousin... Well, you get it! After a very very tireing week full of overtime work, it seemed like a good thing to wear, intriguing and menacing at the same time, as well as playful and girly.

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I put on owl earrings and a fascinator to match the rather interesting decoration of the dress, which looks like there's a dead bird stapled onto my chest.

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Wearing: dress from a Chinese shop, Promod boots, Calzedonia tights, H&M fascinator, 
Jojó Art Shop leather cuff, and I forgot where the clip-on earrings are from.

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It's the Day of Poetry today in Hungary, celebrating my favourite Hungarian poet's birthday. Whenever I start reading his poems, emotions well up within me with such force, they always blow me away. Attila József, I hope you're happy, wherever you are.

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Attila József: The Audit is Done

I've trusted always in myself, alone.
This hasn't cost me dear, for what I own
is absolutely nothing. Or at least
not more than it would cost a slaughtered beast.
I held my own in spite of fear and doubt -
I lived, I blended in, and I stood out.
I gave as good as they were giving me,
I paid with love when someone gave me free
and when a woman led me on and teased
I trusted her, why not? Let her be pleased!
I scrubbed the deck, I heaved the bucket rope,
to clever gents I played the stupid dope.
I paddled whirligigs, bread, paperbacks,
whatever sold, poems and almanacs.
To die in bed one day, that's what I hope,
not in a battle and not on a rope.
The audit's done. The facts are simply these:
I've lived - and people die of this disease.

1936

(Translated from the Hungarian by Peter Zollman,
in: 43 Poems by Attila József, Maecenas, Budapest, 2005.)

January 30, 2012

Big Black Boots

Let me present you my first ever tall boots!

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I was out at a concert with my friends and one of them commented after I had been staring at my feet for a good five minutes that I must be in love with my boots... (Hi, Tinu!) Uhm, I guess I sort of am. :)

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It's very cold at the moment and I couldn't brave the weather any longer, so these are all the pictures I managed to take, but I hope you can see these boots deserve love, really.

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On another note, I got a lovely package from Jamillah sent through the real post, to my real postal address! I love getting real letters, don't you? Thank you, Lovely!
Another round of thanks goes to Ipek, who tagged me on her blog and I'm such a lazy blogger that I never end up doing these tags, but thank you Ipek!
The same goes for Vivi who was kind enough to give me a blog award, and again, I'm hopeless at doing the tags! But thank you too! :)

Wearing: my new boots my WonderBoyfriend got me in the sales in Promod, Zara dress, H&M belt, Calzedonia tights, C&A circle scarf, Primark headband, New Yorker coat.