rewind

i haven't checked any fashion website in the last couple of weeks as i did nothing except trying to surf. sadly i left it at the level of trying. until i find my head through the clouds, this is the best post i can come up with.

e-talking

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lyla

lyla by monicastyletrip featuring Marc Jacobs

heavy night

heavy night by monicastyletrip featuring Balenciaga

She rushed outside while he was still sitting at the kitchen table. It was raining heavily and her shoes were colliding with the wet concrete. Her dark eyeliner turned into small little lines on her eyelid. But there was no time for this. She hurried to join a beautiful night full of smoke and sinuous alleys. There were 3 more blocks until she reached the club and she just couldn't forget the scene in the bathroom. There were bloody beasts everywere. And he...he just stood there with a razor in his hand, leaning against the wall and laughing in her face. She was glad to leave the house and just forget. It was better when she got the illusion of control.

Cocktails and furs

colour splash by monicastyletrip featuring Valentino bags

"I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumours to my dogs."
Andy Warhol

late summer

late august by monicastyletrip featuring kate spade

"When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights"
The Specials, Friday night, Saturday morning

Fashionable junk

overdose by monicastyletrip featuring American Eagle Outfitters

I recently rediscovered William Borroughs' Naked Lunch and stumbled upon a simple, yet memorable theory. There are many kind of a addictions; some are addicted to sex, some are addicted to money, power, handbags, social recognition and yes, drugs. But locking up the King Pins' and "relevant" dealers won't solve the problem. The need is still in the streets, sneaking through backdoors and screaming behind closed windows. And as long as the ordinary junkie wants his shot, there will always be someone eager to please the addicted while filling up his pool with stained money.
"Somebody" should be concentrating on healing the naive consumers. But no one does. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when dirty money is so easy to make?

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at
dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the
machinery of night"
Howl, Allen Ginsberg

a still afternoon

downtown by monicastyletrip featuring Chanel clutches

"I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Castlereagh -
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him:

All were fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed the human hearts to chew
Which from his wide cloak he drew."

The Mask of Anarchy, Percy Bysshe Shelley