dinsdag 2 maart 2010

Etoiles De La Mer

Dress: L'Altramoda - Leather Jacket: Zara - Tights: ? - Patent mary-janes: thrifted - Silver medaillon: Dyrberg & Kern

Hi peeties!
Today I was so happy the sun was finally shining in our little country Belgium. Delightful! I decided to do a little dress-up, it was quite fun. I had this dress in my mind, it's from my sister but she doesn't wear it. It's just hanging there in her closet abandoned & all alone (the rest of her clothes are in Antwerp). So from now on I'm gonna wear that precious dress, wheather she's gonna like it or not.
I also had to show you these sea stars I bought in Paris. They are SO AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL (and expensive too :s :s). Funny story actually: Me and my bf were walking the boulevard Saint-Germain and suddenly we came across this mind-blowing store called Claude Nature. It was meant to be, for me passing by! A taxidermia store, it was like entering a museum. First I wanted to buy a pufferfish but my bf called me crazy and it was too expensive too. So I ended up buying these stars. I did a little DIY with one of the stars: a ridiculously easy one :p.
Did I tell you I went to a dogshow sunday? Just hilarious. Actually the people who own a showdoggie take this very serious. It's all about winning those prizes.
Dutch:
Er stond daar trouwens een standje van de 'Woef' en raad eens, ja hoor, ik heb een abonnement aan mijn been :) :p. Twas te verleidelijk omdat het enerzijds echt wel een tof boekje is en anderzijds je er een hondenmandje, ehbo-kit en gratis eerste nummer bijkreeg. Het mandje is niet voor Peemke (hij heeft er al genoeg) maar voor mijn toekomstige hondje.
Man toch nu hebben we hier wel genoeg tijdschriften ze hihi: naast de Woef dus komen hier ook toe de Goedele, de Humo, de Weekend Knack, de Nest, de Grande, de Purple Fashion magazine, sporadisch de Ik wil bouwen, de Feeling en de krant. Tis nu wel genoeg geweest :s. Owkee hunnies, ik sluit af met een HEERLIJK HEERLIJK HEERLIJK vrolijk liedje van The Strokes:

DIY headband:
Just take a simple headband and a real sea star. Attach them togheter et voila.

maandag 1 maart 2010

New in the shop

Framed KAREL APPEL silk screen print.
+ book
Cobra beweging.


GUSTAV KLIMT

BRAM BOGART

and LUC PEIRE
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Coming soon in the shop: ROGER RAVEEL 'Open window'

zondag 28 februari 2010

Scuba Diving Boyfriend and Quartier Latin by Night

Paris yesterday:

Diving in Paris slums, Jardin du Luxembourg, Origami apes, Pirate ship, Nigiri and Kirin Beer, La tour Eiffel, Hôtel de Ville + ice rink, Les Césars, My homie, Carrousel, Notre-Dame.

vrijdag 26 februari 2010

Useless Attempts, Disappointments and René Descartes

Bathing suit: Speedo - Shiny sweater: Mango - Patent black belt: Au bon marché - Sweatbands: Puma (gifted ;-)) - Tights: H&M

Finally found some time to blog. I'm the worst blogger ever. I come and disappear again. Sorry guys!! Hope you'll forgive me. I've learned some important lessons this week. Lessons for life. Once again I've been disappointed in friendship. Once again I now know who my true friends are. So let's have a toast to a wiser me!
Dutch:
Wat een HEL van een week. Door de ontzettende continu evaluatiedruk, de vele werkjes die we moeten presenteren, de dubbele masterproef en de cursussen die blijven opstapelen en aan de kant blijven liggen én de examens in zicht, raken de gemoederen soms al eens verhit. Met escalerende ruzies als gevolg. Wijze lessen deze week:
Les 1: Ambitie hebben is een positieve eigenschap, maar over lijken gaan (en iedereen rondom je verpletteren) om toch maar je doel te bereiken, is een ander punt. Een mentaliteit (ellebogenwerk vind ik een mooi woord) die ik ten zeerste verafschuw. Helaas loopt de planeet over van zo'n mensen de dag van vandaag. SAD

Les 2: Proberen minder naïef te zijn. 

Les 3: Op je strepen staan. Blijven gaan voor hetgeen waar je in gelooft, vechten.

Les 4: In het leven raak je talloze keren ontgoocheld in mensen, wanneer je het minst verwacht. 

Les 5: Kop op en gaan met die banaan. 

En dan nog mijn voornemens (beetje laat int jaar ma kom hih): Mijn lichaam meer verzorgen vooral op vlak van regelmaat eten/drinken en sport. René Descartes is er destijds mee begonnen: het dualisme tussen geest en lichaam. Van elkaar gescheiden maar toch verbonden. Je pense, donc je suis. Ik benader dit natuurlijk vanuit een iets meer wetenschappelijk standpunt maar toch heeft die man wel ergens gelijk: als het int koppeke niet goed zit, takelt het lichaam ook af. Voila.
En omgekeerd gaat ook: eens goed je frustraties eruit sporten, werkt verhelderend int koppeke. Voila.
Al de hele tijd zinloze pogingen gedaan om terug te gaan lopen, maar nog geen fut gehad! Mijne outfit was er hihih maar nu de rest nog. btw, ik doe nog een loopbroek ook aan hoor no worries.
En nu ga ik een tussendoortje eten en met mijn hondje gaan wandelen nah.  

zondag 21 februari 2010

Sunday morning glory

I woke up this morning. Not the usual morning mood. Just feeling good, relaxed and happy. There is nothing better than reading the latest issue of Nest in bed with a delicious cup of coffee. I hope Mr. Spring & I will meet again soon....


I went to Antwerp this week to visit my sister. I purchased this wooden black hand. They sell these at a gorgeous little store called a.puur.a (Onderbergen 56, Gent - Kammenstraat 89, Antwerpen). Actually I was in love with every single item in the store. Rough wooden table's, deer skulls, Chie Mihara shoes, amazing fine leather purses, handbags, unique jewelry, cool stationary, romantic bedsheets, chinese porcelain, ...
I have to go now, need to study and to prepare a case. Enjoy your week!!!

zaterdag 20 februari 2010

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Kahlo

My favourite artist is definitely Frida Kahlo. Her work totally blows me away every time I see it. Every painting really touches me. It seems like I understand her, I feel her through her work. Her person and work are such great inspirations. I hope to buy a Frida painting some day (i would also be really happy with a copy ofcourse). My alltime favourites are pictured below:

  • "Roots"

  • "The wounded deer"

  • "The two Frida's"

  • "Without hope"

  • "Henry Ford hospital"

  • "Moses" (voorlaatste foto, PRACHTIG)

  • "Self portrait in a velvet dress"

  • "Self portrait on the border of Mexico and the United States"

  • "Broken Column"

Enjoy the music and the paintings
The life:
On a rainy day in September 1925, Frida Kahlo and her boyfriend Alejandro Gómez Arias were in Mexico City waiting for a bus that would take them to her home in Coyocán, Mexico. The bus came, and they climbed on. As Frida and Alejandro chattered about her plans for medical school, the driver approached a risky intersection and decided to take his chances. Seconds later, an electric trolley rammed into the bus, destroying it and launching bodies everywhere. 18 year-old Frida disappeared in this confusion, and Alejandro, also injured, discovered her with a metal pole protruding from her abdomen. After someone pulled the pole out, an ambulance rushed her to the hospital, where doctors treated a fractured pelvis, a dislocated shoulder, two broken ribs, and shattered bones in the right leg and foot. This accident was the beginning of an unbearably painful series of physical ailments that would persist for the rest of Kahlo’s short life. Only two things would offer solace: painting and muralist Diego Rivera.
Frida Kahlo was born in 1907 to two Jewish immigrants. A poster child for Freud’s theories, she adored her father and resented her mother. The family home in Coyocán, Mexico was painted cobalt blue outside, and for this reason it became known as the Blue House. Frida had three sisters, and though her status as daddy’s favorite set her apart from the others, her affliction with polio beginning in 1913 would forever mark her as different. After she healed, Frida was left with a withered right leg that she covered with pants and long skirts. During her recuperation, her father lavished attention on his favorite child, who had once been an energetic tomboy. He helped Frida exercise and, in an attempt to find ways of entertaining her, he gave his daughter some paints.
Guillermo Kahlo preferred Frida to his other children because she was the most intelligent. And in 1922, Frida made Guillermo even prouder when she became one of 35 women from a student body of 2,000 to be admitted to the prestigious National Preparatory School, or El Prepo, in Mexico City. She wanted to study medicine, but upon arriving to the vibrant intellectual center of her country, she discovered political activists, artists, communists, and other people who dared to dream and question. Lopping off her hair and switching to overalls from the drab outfits of a good Catholic girl, Frida fell in with the Cachets, a group of pranksters led by Alejandro Gómez. One of the Cachets’ victims of trickery was a tall and fat muralist, Diego Rivera, who was commissioned by the school to paint its auditorium. Spunky Frida stopped at nothing to annoy Rivera, 20 years her senior. She and the Cachets soaped the stairs so Diego would slip and fall, stole his lunch, and popped water balloons over his head. Only years later would her taunting and teasing of Diego evolve into a love affair.
In 1925, Kahlo suffered the bus crash and turned to art during her recovery. During this period, Alejandro never returned her letters. After one frustrating year of prolific painting and painful progress, she encountered Diego again when he was working on a mural in Mexico City. Summoning him impetuously from his spot high near the roof, she asked his honest, unflattering opinion of her work. Rivera inspected her canvas and told her, "Keep it up, little girl." Then he asked if she had any more, and Kahlo seized the opportunity to invite him to the Blue House to show off the rest of her work. Critics have often said that the two artists had a lot in common, with their love of iconoclasm and Mexico being among the strongest bonds. In 1929, when Kahlo was 22 and Rivera 42, the two were married in the Coyocán courthouse, though Kahlo’s mother did not attend the wedding because she hoped her daughter could find a more attractive, conventional match. Kahlo officially retained her own name, and the newlyweds moved into a stylish house in Mexico City shared by some other communists. Later that same year, Kahlo became pregnant, though she had an abortion because her damaged body could not handle the pregnancy without putting her own life at risk. Her repeated inability to have children was a source of pain for Kahlo, who expressed this frustration in her paintings through the major themes of childbirth, blood and fertility.
In 1930, Kahlo went with her husband to America. During this time, and for much of her conjugal life with Rivera, Kahlo did not receive recognition as an artist in her own right. "Wife of the master mural painter gleefully dabbles in works of art," read one headline when the couple visited Detroit. Rivera was used to being the center of attention, and he often neglected Kahlo for his art — not to mention for numerous extramarital trysts (one of the cruelest affairs Rivera had was with his wife’s own sister, Cristina). When Kahlo saw that she was second in line, she abandoned her own artistic aspirations and became a good housewife, bringing lunch to Rivera’s workplace and devotedly hanging around him. Unfortunately, these years proved to be some of Kahlo’s loneliest and unhappiest. Though she was good at keeping up appearances, always witty and charming in public, Kahlo intensely hated America, with its extremes of poverty and wealth. In addition, her withered right leg also made it difficult for her to keep up with Diego, as he rushed about from commission to commission. Nonetheless, Kahlo produced some great works during this period, specifically her first fantasy or symbolist paintings, including Self-Portrait on the Border Line.
The couple returned to Mexico in 1933, though not exactly in a state of marital bliss. Both Kahlo and Rivera had many extramarital affairs during this time. Among Kahlo’s many lovers — both male and female — was Leon Trotsky. Exiled from Russia by Stalin, Troktsy and his wife Natalia Sedova came to stay with Kahlo and Rivera at the Blue House in 1937 after the Mexican couple had moved back home. While Sedova and Rivera were in the hospital for various ailments, friendship, flirtation and ultimately romance grew between the spunky Kahlo and the older, gallant Trotsky. This romance inspired Kahlo to paint again, and she dedicated one of her numerous self-portraits to Trotsky. In 1938, Kahlo met André Breton, who helped arrange for some exhibits of her work. After a few minor exhibitions as well as one major solo exhibit at the Julian Levy Gallery of New York City, word about Kahlo’s art started to spread. Nickolas Muray, a photographer and future lover, set up the New York show for her, where she exhibited 25 paintings. She sold a number of them and returned to Mexico with jubilance. At 31, she was finally financially independent and established in her own career.
Art grows out of sacrifice, and Kahlo’s works were no exception. Rivera once called her art "agonized poetry," and Kahlo’s physical suffering and emotional loneliness indeed provided material for her primitivistic, Surrealist paintings. At the core of this agonized poetry were Kahlo’s unhappiness with and adoration of Rivera. When Kahlo and Rivera ultimately divorced in 1940, the periods before and after their separation were among Kahlo’s most difficult and most productive. Turning to religious symbolism and themes of death, Kahlo solidified her position among the Surrealists with continued support from Breton, though she allegedly denied any affiliation with the Surrealists. Whatever her official artistic designation, Kahlo was at last cherished as a respected artist and no longer simply considered Rivera’s girlish wife.
In the last decade of her life, Kahlo enjoyed a more peaceful existence, teaching for a while at the renowned Mexican art institute, La Esmeralda. Assailed by new health problems, this time with her spinal cord, Kahlo turned to her art as an outlet for her pain. Easel propped up, she painted directly from the hospital bed. In 1950, she returned to the Blue House, and a year later she and Rivera remarried. In 1953, Kahlo and her four poster bed were transported to Mexico City’s National Institute of Fine Arts for the first solo exhibit of her work in her homeland.
While Diego Rivera had greatly influenced her life, Kahlo’s distinct style eliminated any doubts that he might have influenced her art. Fragile and sensitive, Kahlo developed her own themes, her own form of fierce nationalism, and her own social consciousness. When she died in 1957, hundreds of admirers came to see the diminutive woman of great importance asleep in her coffin, flowers woven into her hair. Frida Kahlo werd geboren in Coyoacán, tegenwoordig een wijk van Mexico-stad, als dochter van een fotograaf. Ze wordt op zesjarige leeftijd, in 1913, getroffen door kinderverlamming aan haar rechterbeen. Dit is de bron van een aantal complexen die ze haar hele leven zal meedragen. Het enige naakt van haar dateert uit 1930 en toont haar zittend op een stoel, haar magere been onder het andere, zodat haar handicap niet opvalt. Het is geschilderd door haar echtgenoot Diego Rivera.
 
Op 17 september 1925 wordt de bus waarmee de dan zeventienjarige Kahlo door Mexico-stad rijdt aangereden door een tram. Een stuk stalen leuning dringt haar lichaam binnen door haar linkerzij en komt er langs haar vagina weer uit. Haar ribben en heup zijn gebroken, haar slechte been is op elf plaatsen gebroken, haar ruggengraat is op diverse plaats gebroken, en haar voet is verbrijzeld. Maandenlang moet ze in bed blijven, ingekapseld in pleisters en verband, vechtend tegen de pijn. Ze besluit om te gaan schilderen. Kahlo's moeder laat spiegels aan haar ziekbed vastmaken zodat zij zichzelf kan schilderen. Ondanks de hinder van korsetten en krukken komt ze na haar herstel terug buiten en zoekt ze vrienden op. Door het ongeluk dat haar bekken brak, kan ze geen voldragen kinderen baren. Een zwangerschap resulteert in een pijnlijke miskraam.
Op 21 augustus 1929 huwt Kahlo met Diego Rivera. Diens ex-vrouw, Lupe Marin, tracht het trouwfeest te verstoren. Kahlo's zus Christina bekent in de zomer van 1934 dat ze een verhouding heeft met Diego Rivera. Kahlo verlaat daarop Diego, maar het echtpaar hertrouwt na een heftige strijd alsnog op 8 december 1940. Het eigenaardig huwelijkscontract stipuleert echter dat Kahlo geen seksuele omgang meer hoeft te hebben met haar man. Later zou zij spreken van "twee zware ongelukken in mijn leven (...) één waarin een tram me aanreed, het andere was mijn man."
Kahlo en Rivera hadden veelvuldige buitenechtelijke affaires; Kahlo zowel met mannen als met vrouwen. Tot haar minnaars behoorden de naar Mexico gevluchte Russische revolutionair Leon Trotski, de New Yorkse fotograaf Nickolas Muray (1892-1965), die een serie indrukwekkende foto's van haar maakte, en de Japans-Amerikaanse landschapskunstenaar Noguchi.
Het paar was zeer actief in de Mexicaanse Communistische Partij (PCM). Nadat zij echter Trotski, die de Sovjet-Unie was ontvlucht, in huis opvingen, werden beiden uit de communistische partij uitgestoten. Kahlo bleef echter actief als communistisch activiste; nog een paar weken voor haar dood nam ze deel aan een demonstratie tegen de Amerikaanse inmenging in Guatemala.
Kahlo overleed in 1954, een briefje achterlatend met de tekst 'Ik hoop dat het einde vrolijk is en hoop nooit meer terug te keren'. Vermoedelijk heeft zij zelfmoord gepleegd.