The old leather jacket Iri had dyed a dark brown now gets its moment in the spotlight, on top of that pale pink cocktail dress. Her dark plum lipstick and silver necklace, along with the reddish nail polish, keep this look from slipping into punk princess territory. We leave that for the teens to explore, and ours are the adult playgrounds.
Again, I end up looking casual next to my sister. That particular color on my thin, cotton dress had to be broken up with some teal, else it threatened to induce nausea. A challenge keeps things interesting, so I got it for cheaps and took it out for some wine.
Every other day, walking out the door of out little flat in Cluj, my sister and I take some pictures of our outfits. It's a kind of street-style, monitoring our own shifting preferences. Clothes are not just an expression of vanity, but they are a means of social interaction. As Juvenal once said: "Seldom do people discern Eloquence under a threadbare cloak."
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duminică, 26 septembrie 2010
sâmbătă, 25 septembrie 2010
La mall
Bringing out the sweet for a quick trip to the mall. Not our favorite place to be, but that keep us from dressing up to go. We do kind of stand out among the teens and bottle-blondes, but standing out can be a good thing at times. And who would want to fit into a dull urban environment, anyways?
Iri goes all the way out of our cultural paradigm to get in touch with her lady-self. Pink cardigan, flowery skirt, hair in a bun and pastel shes: you'd have to be blind not to see this intended disconnect. Nope, thanks, but that flat-screen TV really does nothing for me.
I tried my best to match her out-dated (in the best possible way) dress, taking this opportunity to get perhaps the last wear out of my summery soft-leather flats. The blue skirt survived in my closet for about 4 years, and it gets more love the longer it stays. Nothing better than a piece that keeps you long-term company.
Iri goes all the way out of our cultural paradigm to get in touch with her lady-self. Pink cardigan, flowery skirt, hair in a bun and pastel shes: you'd have to be blind not to see this intended disconnect. Nope, thanks, but that flat-screen TV really does nothing for me.
I tried my best to match her out-dated (in the best possible way) dress, taking this opportunity to get perhaps the last wear out of my summery soft-leather flats. The blue skirt survived in my closet for about 4 years, and it gets more love the longer it stays. Nothing better than a piece that keeps you long-term company.
marți, 21 septembrie 2010
21 septembrie - the last day of summer
And so it ends: no more light, flowery dresses. No more sandals. No more sunscreen and summer silk floating lightly on summer skin.
The sun made us smile all day long as we shifted trough closets and found thin skarves, first jackets. We even busted out the autumn bags, heavier leather and cross-chest straps. I go for basic browns while Iri gets out her red skarf and wears it pirate-style around her hips. Summer was lovely, but september's coming to an end and we can't bring ourselves to mind.
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