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Za početak, jedno Izvinjenje sa velikim I. Jer me nije bilo jako dugo. Jer je outfit od pre koju nedelju. (Treba da) pišem master rad i morala sam u dobrovoljni karantin. Pssst...kuckam ovaj post pod izgovorom da je to literarno zagrevanje za večerašnju master sesiju :) Izgovore i opravdanja na stranu, možda je baš sada i pravo vreme da vas upoznam sa komadima koji su mi obeležili leto. Bela je bila nova crna, a ja nisam odolela. Naravno da bele sandale izgledaju lepo samo jednom - prvi put. Nežno prozirna ručka mog voljenog Swatcha je požutela, a dobila sam i jednu ozbiljnu ogrebotinu, kako bih uvek znala gde je devet sati. Neka, gledam na to kao na uspomene. Nisu baš sa letovanja, ali su na leto. 

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I'll start with an Apology. With a capital A. Because I've been absent for so long. Because my summery outfit is from couple of weeks ago. I'm (and still should be) working on my master thesis so I voluntarily quarantined myself. Shhhh...let's pretend writing this post was kind of literary warm-up for master session tonight :) Excuses aside, this might be the perfect moment to introduce you to some of the key pieces I wore all summer long. White was the new black and I couldn't resist. Of course, white sandals look nice only once - the first time you wear them. Delicate see-through wristband of my beloved (S)watch turned yellow. As if that was not enough character for a single watch, I got a serious scratch, so I'll always know where nine hour mark is. I try to look at these as memories. Maybe not the ones of summer holidays, but surely ones of the summer. 

// Would you love me? 
// Even if I wanted to fall for you, 
// Would you fall for me?

// Even if I never meant to hurt you,

photo // Bojan Đurišić / Srđan Đurić

listen // Active Child - Evening Ceremony

 

Dobra perspektiva zahteva (raz)daljinu. Kada me je Ika zamolila da odavde odaberem jedan komad nakita, shvatila sam koliko se moj stil (ustvari, stil nije dobra reč, previše je bezvremen, recimo - trenutne opsesije) izmenio u proteklih nekoliko godina. Ja od pre koju sezonu uzela bi statement ogrlicu, (o)lako je nabacila na cvetnu košulju i, verovatno, završila ovu modnu rečenicu nekim Laurentovskim šeširom. Prihvatam izazov. Znam, daleko sam od modne katarze koja trenutno težim, ali mi put do tamo definitivno prija. Igra tekstura i sudar oblika, umesto boja. Ne bojim se neboja. 

Tako sam, nekako, i stigla do ovog outfita.  Neopren, kao ovde i sada, retrofuturizam u svom najboljem, superherojskom izdanju. Preskočiću upoznavanje - DIY Balenciaga neoprenski uradak moje šnajderke Dese prošli put nosila je Radoslava, sećate se ovog videa? Inače, volim kada arhetipski odevni predmet  nekom intervencijom dobije kvalitet paradoksa - ima li šta bolje od plisirane midi suknje koja je jednostavnim, asimetričnim odsecanjem, brzinom svetlosti prešla put od tetkastog do superedgy? I kratka i duga, ali definitivno više nikada iz maminog ormara. Flatforme, paradoks broj dva - ravno, a na visini. Spajajući ovako jake modne elemente na jednom mestu, rizikovala sam da izgledam kostimirano, kao da sam pobegla sa neke geekovske konvencije ljubitelja SF filma. I tu dolazi (onako superherojski, to the rescue, a kako drugačije? :) ogrlica iz prošlosti. Jedan off, dovoljan da ne bude sve previše uklopljeno i kostimirano, spasio je stvar.

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True perspective requires a distance. When Ika asked me to pick a necklace from here, I realized how much my style (style, as something out of time not necessarily being the best choice of words here, I'd better use current obsessions) has changed in last couple of years. Me from couple of seasons ago would easily put this statement necklace on top of some floral print shirt, only to end up this fashion sentence with a Laurent-esque hat. I'll take the challenge. I know, I'm still quite far from the fashion catharsis I am aspiring for, but I'm definitely enjoying the journey there. Play of textures and tectonics of shape, instead of colors. Monochromatic is not monotonous.

That is how I got here, actually. Neoprene, being here and now, is superhero retro-futurism at its best. I'll skip the introduction - it was Radoslava who wore this DIY Balenciaga neoprene sweater last time, remember this video? Sometimes, a simple intervention can totally change the archetypal nature of an object and give it a paradoxical quality.  Is there anything better than a simple, asymmetrical cut that fast forwarded this midi pleated skirt from grandma's closet to superedgy? Mini and maxi at the same time, but never dull again. Paradox no.2, flatforms - flat, but high. Of course, if you put so many bold pieces together, you're at risk of being mistaken for someone headed for a local Star Trek geek convention. This is where this necklace from the past comes in (to the rescue, of course, is there any other way? :) One off, to break the superhero costume-y feel, has saved the day.



statement necklace thanks to NYC-licious // DIY neoprene neoprene sweater // DIY dip hem pleated skirt // New Look sheer black shirt // hardware store rings // H&M bag // Vagabond flatforms

photo // Ivana Korać

// I wish that we were magic

// So we wouldn't be so young and tragic

DIY perspex cuffs / hardware store ring / ASOS neoprene dress / Vagabond flatform ankle boots

photo // Bojan Đurišić

listen // Dead Man's Bones - Young & Tragic

Jedna reč - pogled. Na ceo grad, na park, na reku, na nebo. Volimo Božin novi stan, i pored vertigo šesnaestog sprata. Ili, baš zato. Gospodski prostran lift, u kojem ni ja, ni moja bicikleta na moramo da se guramo i krivimo. Dok smo Ivana i ja uživale u bojama sumraka, društvo unutra nije gubilo vreme - naručile smo samo kafu, a dobile i thai piletinu pride. Novo mesto, stari prijatelji, jedno sjajno veče...

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One word - the view. Over a city, over a park, a river and the sky. We are in love with Boža's new apartment, besides a sixteenth floor vertigo. Or, because of it. An elevator spacious enough, where neither me nor my bicycle have to cramp and bend. While Ivana et moi were enjoying the rich sunset colors on the roof terrace, our friends inside were surely not wasting time. We opted for a coffee only, but got fabulous a thai chicken bonus. New place, old friends, and one evening to remember...