Sorority, hardcore and $300 Tshirts

1There’s so much mysticism around Rick Owens. His bulging glass-like eyes. His exceptional taste in women (I mean it – exceptional is the least you can say for the truly unique persona of Michèle Lamy). His ability to distance himself from the nasty world of fashion and vanity and levitate above them all with incredible grace – his past two shows – male and female, broke all dogmas for what runways and models should look like. Do watch them, if you haven’t. His unusual, but still quite wearable design. Cutting edge chic as someone I know likes to say. Even the texture of those infamous tshirts has its own thing – I got to speak to a person from his team once, who convinced me the million of tiny holes, which appear on the tshirts even after the most gentle wash, are there to serve their role and tell the story of the garment, show the life it’s been through. You’d figure with a few hundreds of your currency per tshirt, they’d last, but no – it’s much more than a ‘perfect’ piece of clothing, he said. Im still not sure about that part, but who am I to judge.

Rick Owens is an artist. That’s not much.. everyone could be an artist nowadays. What differentiates them all is what cause they advocate, what religion they preach. And Owens just seems to have the right idea in mind. The runway shows, the shapes of his design, the love for his woman and the vision for the modern world he has is what makes him great.

Here is what Rick Owens thinks of miniskirts, perhaps the most useless and unstylish piece of garment ever invented:
I love shorts! Skirts and accessibility to the genitals was appropriate in the 60s when people needed to express themselves, but it became standardised. There’s something vulnerable about women having to sit down and press their legs together so they don’t expose themselves. It doesn’t make sense. It’s not practical. I love shorts because legs are wonderful and I love the idea that a woman can do whatever she wants. I love bodies, but it’s disingenuous to show your genitals so obviously and so provocatively. I love nudity, but playing with “don’t look, don’t look” is teenage.

Boom.

Without trying to go in the sexist corner, this is about the most short, sober and simple outlook of modern sexuality I could think of. Right in the jackpot. It almost makes him hot.

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The quote is from this short and very enjoyable i-D magazine interview with Rick Owens and Michèle Lamy on love, risks, confrontation and nudity. Strongly recommended.

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Not another political blogpost.

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It’s complicated to comment the current political situation in Bulgaria. Mainly because I don’t really understand it. Yes, I understand the people of Bulgaria just had enough of it all – the lies, the corruption, the arrogant and shameless way of the government ‘ruling’ the country. I also understand their constitutional right to protest. Every day for about five months now. Yes, five. I also understand the people against the strikes. They’re just comfortable where they are – in their own capsule, like a caterpillar, producing close-mindedness and ignorance around themselves, instead of silk. I even understand (but not justify!) the fact that with so many angry, disappointed people it is almost inevitable to have cases of violence. Scandalous violence. Perhaps sometimes the people towards the police, but most of the times – the police towards the people! Not that I insist,but if you wish, you can see enough here or here. I am even gonna go as far as saying – they’re probably just doing their job – those well though, well trained, brainless, communistic-educated men and women in blue. Fuck you guys.

But there are things I don’t understand. Number 1 – What’s the solution? Who’s gonna come up when those go down? Who’s gonna ‘fix us’ as they often say. Not to be confused with me believing there’s such thing as fixing. Honestly, it seems hopeless. And moreover Number 2 – how the hell is it possible to be so arrogant, impudent -insert more offensive words here-, and not see how much people despise you. I am honestly dying to know what’s in those guys’ heads. If there is anything at all.

So as I said, I don’t get it. Exactly 4 years ago I wrote this and I clearly remember how much I believed in it. The type of ‘I’m 20 and I know everything about the world’ type of believing. Turns out I know shit. And I still haven’t learned. But now at least I joined all my friends on the ‘Don’t wanna live in Bulgaria’ team. Welcome, I guess.

For the record. This is not a political blog. This is not a smart blog either. A picture of a fur coat or a ridiculously thin woman is coming very, very soon.

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Here goes

They say a blog lasts about 3 years. Or was that love? Either way, after abandoning an exactly 3-year old loving relationship with cutecleanandsexy.blogspot.com couple years ago, here I am, back to blogging. Not sure why and what yet, but I promise to put less sticky-yeaky girly fashion stuff and more intellectual, super intelligent, highly provocative controversial political and cultural discourses. Obviously not. But oh well, we’re all going down anyway.

So here it is, my first blogpost. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I just copied the About Me section. I promise to be sharper next time. Until then – play a Family Guy episode or something.. Always a good idea. 

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