God Bless Poland. The fashion industry owes a major thanks to the polish population; they produced some of the most beautiful models the fashion industry has seen. Anna, Jac, Magdelena, Kasia and Anja. These girls are absolutely stunning... each of them at one point or another have been my M.O.C. (model of choice). Anna, my Anna... I will always be partial towards her, I have loved her since the start of her career. The runways and editorials simply wouldnt be the same without them.
The grace, elegance, beauty. The ease, lightness, and fluidness of their movements. There is nothing more astonishing than watching a ballerina move. Whether it be dancing a choreographed number or simply walking down the street, they seem to just float delicately in all their gestures.
I wish my hair would just magically grow to the middle of my back. Then I could get my hair cut and styled into a look similar to Brigitte's. She is still in my eyes the most divine creature to ever walk the earth.
Visualize; its a sense never to be taken advantage of. I learn and evolve through visualization. I am constantly tearing apart books and magazines and making collages out of pictures that move me. I have walls covered and
books filled with these photos. In a sense they help me figure out who I am... what I love, and what I am passionate about.
Brigitte Bardot, the sixties, magazines, pop culture, history, travel, LONDON, europe, european lifestyle, make up, art, reading, dirty gritty glamour, classic hollywood movies, nostalgia, buying new things, creating who you want to be.
"Ils peuvent m'appeler un pécheur, mais je suis en paix avec moi-même."
a style made up of fashion contradictions; girlishness thats roughed up a bit around the edges... flashy glamour, thrift store duds, classic chic, grungy punk, cat eyes, red lips, bardot hair, pretty never cute, sensual never 'sexy', ladylike outfits, mens wear outfits, all done with a touch of imperfection.