fingerwaves!

I like it when they work out well and hereby have to show them off. ha.

and some impressions of my mothers garden. horrid to some of our neighbours, 

lovely dissipation to me

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.

 

how can it be...

...so fucking difficult to write a text about your very own film?!

grump.