catclub

Call it incident-coincidence, but the lovelies from Cologne are taking over Brussels! The Cat Club is taking place this Friday – Koolmijnenkaai 30 is the address of your destination. And for those who are still lost in doubt here are a few undoubtful links: the label, the headliner, the party.

the magic extractor

Be brave and embrace the kitchiest post you’ll ever get on this blog! I present you a collage of my mother’s clothes all prepped up for Ebay auction, complete with cut-and-paste hangers and little hooks drawn in by hand. Blame the ‘magic extractor’, kids.
…the next post shall surely have monkey heads in it…

My naïve summer

It’s funny how a very long list of clicking and wishing becomes a moodboard. I do tend to create moodboards to capture one particular state of mind, and defining it with clothes is even easier – it has *almost* nothing to do with what I want to wear, but I clearly saw the reflection of my daily moodswings from melancholy to quiet pride, from roleplay to childish naivety in those beautiful designs that I just randomly save on my computer.

A jersey print dress for self confidence – I can’t wear this material that shows every curve on my body without being reassured and confident, even if it’s hidden beneath the oversized fit.

A silver bell sleeve jacket for showiness – somehow the feeling of exclusivity makes me arrogant and showy.

Manoush jelly ballet flats for sweet memories – the kind I’m scared to let go of to feel insecure and empty.

Rika smiley print dress for naivety - just general silliness and light-headed behaviour.

Cat mask necklace for role-play – calculated, analysed to every symbolic action and not too friendly towards the counterpart.

Slouchy cardi for sloppy negligence– that’s what I do when I hope that noone’s looking.

Rika lace trimmed cape top for sweetness, cuteness and loveliness with which I ask to be forgiven and settle down conflicts.

Bright coral sock for awkwardness which I feel after overreacting, exaggerating or searching for who to blame.

Stine Goya origami pleated belt for twisted logic – with which I analyse everyone around me.

Manoush jersey and ruffles bow dress for flirt – very feminine, slightly risqué and driven by desire for those that I should not.

Rika starry print tunic dress for the inner glow – he makes me feel all sparkly and shiny sometimes.

Blazer style jacket is for butchiness – I do like to be the ‘man’ of the house sometimes and always.

…this gives me an idea: pull some pieces of clothing that I recently bought out of my wardrobe to map out a certain mood board of the recent events. That can be very interesting indeed, hmmmm.

And now a tiny commercial break from self-analysis: all the garments in this post are available on-line at YouHeShe – my long-time favourite on-line boutique.

spotty dotty stripes

The spots and the dots are yet to come, it's only the matter of choice of fabric.

The breathtaking scenery of the Belgian Ardennes is demanding some ascetic and randomly scattered beats in order to be viewed to its full potential and to my absolute awe and amazement. Meandering rivers, interlocking streams and a heard of deer grazing peacefully on a mountain slope, just a blink away from a gothic portal leading into the height of the mountain and the depth of the surrounding vegetation to a castle with two towers, just like a picture in a book, timeless to absurdity and ephemeral as the train rides by…entering Liege, where ‘L’Enfant’ was filmed, I’m recognising the scenery again –cold modern bridges that tower over the river like pyramids – the ‘emperor’s new’ pyramids. Then a random ‘Le Ram Dam’-named café, as random as the rest of the memories of that particular region Of Belgium – dark and obscure as the deepest secrets in people’s hearts…It’s curious how I think back on that region, since there’s no other connection, not even a feeble link between us, may be only the fact that we do possess those obscure secrets, remaining seemingly pure and picturesque.
And may be a whiff of literal reference makes me, not just choose, but fall in love with the neighbourhood which I’ll be soon moving to – the hills, the trees, the slopes, the fences and the eternal pit – place du Flagey. As for the reference lass direct, it makes me look deeper into those shadowy hearts of my closely related and treasured people, as well as my own…

I cannot explain why these thoughts and memories have suddenly sprung up in my mind, but somehow they coincide with my discovery of “Austerlitz” – a novel by W.G Sebald who’s writing style is rather controversial, mixing up the historical facts and fiction, peeling the memory of the protagonist as he observes architecture, deconstructs it in his mind and discovers the memories that he has been missing himself. The fascination with the train travel, as it bends the boundaries of time and place, is one of the main themes of the book…ooph! A long sentence on one breath that was! I’ll gasp for air – I’ve got to read it, got to read it from cover to cover, for the fascination is unruly wild.

the united nude

I have sunshine in my pocket and a piece of a chair fixed to my shoe...which one is more of a comfort issue – I do not know, but trotting down the sunlit boulevards of Brussels in these United Nude beauties is guarantied.


We have all seen these quite a few times on Facehunter only, it would be useless to count how many of these shoe/chair hybrids are walking around in total, but nevertheless I’ve been longing for a pair of these for a very long time. And now as the nth sum of money has been spent on this piece of design history, I’ll be permanently borrowing (for the sake of the poor wallet who is still grimacing in pain of a major weight loss) men’s jackets to build the entire boy-meets-girl-cyborg look.