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Ukoliko iz prvog reda ne gledate modele kroz svoj iPad screen, dok istovremeno objavljujete na svojim Pinstagramima, džaba ste krečili svoj fashion week post. S obzirom da me od prvog deli malo više redova, da ne kažem (hiljada) kilometara, dajem sebi slobodu da konzumiram polako, upijam boje, teksture i oblike, lagano varim... I svake sezone, bude neka revija koja je to, mislim - sve to. Gde želim i haljine, i jakne, i cipele i torbe, a onda - i sve to zajedno. Prošlog proleća sam balavila na Céline, da bi me kasnije potpuno kupio Givenchy, a ove sezone zbog Stelle sedim širom otvorenih usta ispred monitora. Neko će reći - mo'š misliti, masculine chic, ništa novo - ali Stella McCartney čini prugasto Al Kapone odelo istinski modernim, interpretirajući ga kroz neočekivane forme i materijale. Savršeno se nadovezuje na sporty luxe rečenicu koju je započeo J W Anderson još prošle jeseni, Stella spaja udobnost i eleganciju. Ovo nije žena u muškoj odeći, ovo je nova ženstvenost, ovde i sada!

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Well, as it turns out, in case you're not lucky enough to watch the shows from the first row through your iPad screen, while simultaneously posting on all your Pinstagrams, there's not too much in point posting about fashion weeks. As I am more than couple of rows (or should I say thousands of kilometers) away from the first one, I like my fashion week shows served slow, so I can savour all the colors, shapes and textures... And every season there is a show that has it all - I would sell my soul to the Devil to have everything there - dresses, jackets, bags and shoes, and then sell it once again to have it all together. I've spent last spring drooling over my keyboard because of those Céline revolutionary oversized shapes, only to be completely bought by Givenchy a season later. This time it is Stella McCartney who keeps my mouth wide open in front of the computer screen. Some might say - hey, masculine chic, not that it is something revolutionary or unseen - but Stella made those Al Capone pinstripes truly modern using unexpected forms and materials. Being elegant, yet comfortable, clothes from Stella McCartney latest collection finish perfectly that sporty luxe sentence that J W Anderson started last Fall. This is not a woman wearing men's clothes, but the essence of new femininity, here and now!

// Stella McCartney / Fall 2013

// Maison Martin Margiela  / Fall 2013

// Comme des Garçons  / Fall 2013

// Givenchy  / Pre-Fall 2013


// Rad Hourani  / Fall 2013

// Alexander Wang / Fall 2013

// Balenciaga / Fall 2013

// Acne / Fall 2013

// J W Anderson / Fall 2012

// Yang Li / Pre-Fall 2013

// W Magazine / March 2013

all photos via Vogue // Dazed // Tumblr

Znate, mene su u analogija sektu uveli Deja i Bole. I nisam verovala do kraja, uvek sam mislila da je do njihovih profi foto-aparata, sve dok se iz Berlina nisam vratila sa dva seta fotki - analognim i digitalnim, u oba slučaja idiotom. Zar je moguće da sam sličnim aparatom devedesetih napravila toliko fotki, a da nisam umela da cenim njihovu lepotu? Ne mogu tačno da vam kažem šta je u pitanju (što bi Englezi rekli, I can't put my finger on it), ali imam osećaj da digitalnim fotkama fali - života. Digitalna tehnologija naučila nas je da očekujemo stalno (i sterilno) savršenstvo, a burst mode omogućio gigabajte i gigabajte stalne nesavršenosti. Kao, bez greške, ali vas stalno nešto žulja. Pogotovo kada znate da je tako lako pritisnuti delete, i ponovo kliknuti. Sa filmom nemate tu opciju, unapred znate koliko snimaka imate na raspolaganju, i sigurno ćete malo razmisliti pre nego što okinete. Analogno oslobađa - panike zbog odabira u moru (zamalo) istih fotki, opsesije da se koncert slika, umesto sluša, straha da će vam pući hard ili memorijska kartica. Kada stvari pođu naopako, poruka Memory card empty neće vas daleko odvesti, možete samo da sedite i plačete. Ok, i film ponekad ne uspe, ali rezultat, opet, postoji, i obično je - lepši nego što ste očekivali. 

Mislim, pisala sam ja već ljubavna pisma analogiji, doduše, u digitalnoj formi, ovde na blogu. Uživo se trudim da radim kako propovedam (što se, valjda, i vidi po broju postova sa tagom analog photography), čak sam, u ime pokrštavanja, počela prijateljima da kupujem analogne idiote na Limundu i Najlonu. Živela sam ja tako analogni san sve do prošlog utorka, kada su me, kao hladan tuš, u foto-radnji dočekale reči poput 'film je predugo stajao u razvijaču' i 'jedva smo ga iščupali iz čeljusti podivljale mašine za razvijanje'...izvinjenja nisu vredela. Iako nije padala kiša, ja sam do kuće došla najpokislija na svetu. Sve dok nisam ubacila DVD sa skenovima filma u računar i još jednom se uverila da je analogno ipak - magično. Žao mi je, ali nema tog Instagrama koji bi ovo mogao da zameni!

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You know, it was actually Deja and Bole who initiated me into the religion of analog. And somehow I couldn't buy the whole thing completely, I've always thought it's because of their pro cameras, until I came back from Berlin with two sets of photos  - one analog, other digital, both made with point-and-shoot cameras. Is it possible that I've made so many photos during the 1990s with similar cameras, but couldn't appreciate their beauty? I don't know what it is, I can't really put my finger on it, but I have a feeling that digital photos miss something - they miss life. Digital technology taught us to expect constant (& therefore sterile) perfection, and burst mode gave us gigabytes and gigabytes of imperfection. Although it is supposed to be flawless, you get the feeling that something's wrong. Especially when it's so easy to press delete, and then shoot again. You don't have that option with film, the amount of shots is limited and you will probably give that shooting a bit more thought. Analog sets you free - from panic attack when you have to choose from the (virtual) pile of (almost) the same photos, obsession to record, rather than listen the concert, from fear that either your hard drive or memory card will die. When things go wrong, the Memory card empty message will not get you far - basically, all you can do is sit and cry. On the other hand, even when they say your film is ruined, the result exists, you can touch it, and, sometimes - it is far more beautiful than you could have expected.

It's not that this is my first (digital) love letter to analog photography. In real life, I try to practice what I preach (you could probably tell by the number of posts tagged with analog photography) - I even started buying my friends analog point-and-shoot cameras on flea markets, just for the sake of converting new believers. I was living the analog dream until last Tuesday when words such as 'the film has been dipped in the developer for too long' and 'we barely managed to rip it from the jaws of the gone mad film-developing machine' started coming from the mouth of a lady in the photo store...no excuses were good enough. And although it was not raining that day, I came home as damp as someone rained on my parade. Until I put the DVD with photo scans into my laptop and started believing again that - analog equals magic. Sorry guys, but no Instagram could replace this!



Acne silk top (Emin A W 2011) // Maison Martin Margiela for H&M enlarged keyring necklace // DIY mesh dress as seen here and here // faux leather skirt thrifted from Nylon flea market // hardware store ring // Diesel ankle boots

photo // Ivana Korać

listen // Atoms For Peace - Ingenue