outfitpost impossible

it's been a while now that i try to take an admiration shot of my most favorite skirt. it's handmade by the black pinafore and i totally adore it.
BUT it seems my faith not to be able to take a proper picture of me wearing it. here are some samples for you:

too dark plus i'm sweaty and redfaced from dancing

back home; looking mental

a pony crossed my way

Dear Debora. i hope i will once be able to take a picture of this glorious garment you made.

victorian delight

i feel so inspired by the sinister aspects of victorian style, be it drawing or designing or whatever.

anyway,this is the very first dress i ever made. well to be honest i designed it, my granny helped me to sew it together. (all pictures by andrei meriae) it's actually meant to be for swing dancing, but still is inclined victorian. 

i love to add a little bit victorian to my everyday style and therefore i adore mamas little babies

her work is so original and pretty.

a wedding

(not mine)

the bride

the first band (yup. austria.)

the second band (italian combo. here jamming in the
castle's kitchen, playing some awesome tango music)

mister &me early in the evening

me end of the night. even my fascinator looks tired.

i'd like to show you a proper outfit post for the dress is grand. but on the only wide shot of me i did some weird things with my eyes and you can only see the white and this looks really scary. if i ever apply for a role in a zombie movie, this picture will get me the job.

conclusion: i urgently need to learn how to dance tango! and avoid any further encounter with volksmusik.

Vamp Nr. 1 and silk stocking stories

i got myself an old movie magazin from 1949 fearturing Marlene Dietrich.

glamour is when you have a stupid hairdo but still look dazzling.

here some more pics of heavenly Marlene from the magazine :

and now to something completely different:  2 postcards purchased in the same shop.

rambo vs. greta garbo

besides other great stuff, i got this vintage parasol for my graduation. i loooove it. i'm always a bit anxious with real vintage things. they might have survived a war and 60 years or more, but in general they don't survive me. (even though i try my very best, but i guess i can't deny that i was socialised by rambo rather than greta garbo)
like in school. there where kids whose books looked just like new at the end of the year. mine were in a rather ..uhm... battered state but with lots of new drawings in it. but no worries, i love these parasol more than my school books and will guard it.