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Ostala sam vam dužna još jednu razglednicu iz Pariza. Malo letnjeg pariskog neba, za ove zavejane dane.  Živopisno, ali hirovito, baš kao i same Parižanke, lako menja ćud od vedre do tmurne, i nazad. Nebo nad Parizom je sve samo ne dosadno! Znate, kod pariskog fashion weeka oduvek me je čudilo (da ne kažem nerviralo) što letnje kolekcije nekako nisu dovoljno letaste, dok bih u složenici jesen-zima slobodno mogla da precrtam drugu reč. Sve se raščistilo (osim neba, naravno) kada sam prozebla od jesenjeg pariskog vetra, i to u sred avgusta. Valjda me ništa manje ne bi razočarao ni atlantski vlažan decembarski dan, umesto snežne idile u minusu. 

Parisko nebo najlepše se gleda sa poslednjeg sprata kultnog Pompidua. Između pogleda na krovove Marea, smestila se izložba Gerharda Rihtera - apstraktan ili foto-realističan, savršeno leži na nebu koje boji Sunce u zalasku. Toliko za ovaj put, a do sledeće pariske avanture - au revoir!

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I've just realized that I still own you another postcard from Paris. A bit of Parisian sky in the Summer, for these snowy days. Vivid, yet capricious as Paris girls themselves, can easily shift from  bright to gloomy and vice versa. The sky over Paris is everything but boring! You know, when it comes to Paris fashion week, I've always been astonished (or, should I say annoyed) that Summer collections are simply not summery enough and I could definitely scratch the word Winter from the Fall-Winter season, at least in real life. Everything (except for the sky, of course) became clear when I froze under a cold Parisian wind in the middle of August. I guess a damp and gray December day instead of a snowy fairy tale I'm used to would be no less of a disappointment. 

The best place to watch the ever changing sky over Paris is definitely Centre Pompidou. Between the roofs of Marais lay the paintings of Gerhard Richter - be it at his most abstract, or photo-realistic self, they blend perfectly with the background sky painted with the colors of the setting Sun. Enough for this postcard, 'till next time under the Parisian sky - au revoir!

Samo da javim da sam ga napokon završila. Savršeni teksas prsluk sa Najlona, nitne iz pozamanterije i jedan slajd film koji je trebalo ispucati pre 10 godina. Prodavačica sa berlinskog buvljaka nepotrebno me ubeđuje, kaže, pronašli ga u prodavnici na Himalajima, ne zna da bih ga kupila svejedno. 

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Just dropped by to tell you that it's finally done! A perfect denim vest from Nylon flea market, some DIY studding and one slide film that should have been shot 10 years ago. That lady from Berlin flea market need not telling me that it has been found in some store in Himalaias, I would have bought it anyway. 

 // I saw it you and me in time part

   // I get a shiver from broken hearts

// I like the sun where it don't shine
// I make it hard on anyone

floral pants , mesh bodice and blue jacket, all thrifted from Nylon flea market // DIY perspex cuff // DIY knuckleduster ring // hardware store ring // Casio retro digi watch // Preen for Aldo heels (love that collection)

photo // Bojan Đurišić

listen // The Raveonettes - Young And Cold

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// You held the Moon and carried the stars.

// Like life was a memory, and death just a possibility.