Fashion is gone. Clothes are back.
My dear readers! Here I am, showing up…just as I announced last week. I can’t show you the shoes, though. My story and I are not ready for the climax yet. We still need some growth… I can reveal, however, the setting for the final plot. It’s a backyard of the house where I used … Continue reading Poppy Shoes Preview
This is a story of my shoes which I bought a year ago. They are lovely, made of light brown suede and embellished with floral stitching. One of the most beautiful shoes I have ever had! There are only two more pairs I can remember that were equally stylish… Clothes are important to me. They … Continue reading The Poppy Shoes
Once we get out of the cab, we are oppressed by the heat radiating from the pavements. Immediately my body starts to melt, turning into droplets of sweat which race down my skin. My only protection is a silk turquoise dress. I am at Pitti Uomo, a major fashion event for the world’s most stylish … Continue reading Pitti Uomo Games
This post is about Ms Santa. She is the embodiment of everything that I am drawn to right now. Her photo was taken last summer in Suwalki, Poland – the city where I am currently living. I was struck by this lady’s outfit – how vibrant and colourful it was. And of course the Santa … Continue reading Ms Santa & Her Style
Have you ever read the book Master and Margarita? I am not a great fan. Maybe I didn’t read it carefully enough or maybe I read it too soon? All in all, it’s left me feeling irritated. And the title: Master and Margarita – suggesting Margarita is a beautiful muse who is supposed to fall … Continue reading Clothes and Margarita
“The woman from your t-shirt, do you know who she was?” … I didn’t. How could I know her if I didn’t know who I was.. Romy Schneider… I was wearing a t-shirt with her image when I approached Barbara Hoff, Polish clothes designer and journalist. We met in 2011 at an exhibition of photography … Continue reading The Portrait of a Skirt
She woke up to the sound of rain. Slowly, she opened her eyes and tried to make out the colours buried under a grey mist. She couldn’t. Yet again she decided to blend in with the greyness. As usual she put on some random clothes: a sweatshirt with a greasy stain on it, a pair … Continue reading Birth of the Road Princess
