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Dienstag, 31. Mai 2011
Sonntag, 29. Mai 2011
Mittwoch, 25. Mai 2011
Dienstag, 24. Mai 2011
christopher kane fall 11
"Christopher Kane's latest collection was a weird, wonderful, and distinctly grown-up journey, but at its dark heart there might have been something as sweet and simple as childhood memories.
[...] The extraordinary plastic trims that arrived to infect severe black shift dresses were inspired
by the squidgy pencil cases filled with glitter and colored liquid that were a schoolkid craze at some point in the Kane infancy.
The sequins at the finale reflected the carbonated fizz of a SodaStream, another kids' fancy.
The fluid itself was actually a mix of vegetable oil and glycerine.
As it warmed on the models' bodies, it began to bubble its way up through its plastic casing.
The designer loved the echoes of a scientist's lab. "Sterile, medicinal," he enthused."
[...] The extraordinary plastic trims that arrived to infect severe black shift dresses were inspired
by the squidgy pencil cases filled with glitter and colored liquid that were a schoolkid craze at some point in the Kane infancy.
The sequins at the finale reflected the carbonated fizz of a SodaStream, another kids' fancy.
The fluid itself was actually a mix of vegetable oil and glycerine.
As it warmed on the models' bodies, it began to bubble its way up through its plastic casing.
The designer loved the echoes of a scientist's lab. "Sterile, medicinal," he enthused."
und...vogel abgeschossen.
Montag, 23. Mai 2011
Sonntag, 22. Mai 2011
"He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.
He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and
shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.
A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...
like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees."
He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and
shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.
A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...
like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees."
Samstag, 21. Mai 2011
Mittwoch, 18. Mai 2011
Dienstag, 17. Mai 2011
Montag, 16. Mai 2011
Sonntag, 15. Mai 2011
Mittwoch, 11. Mai 2011
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