Today I would like to share a striking quote from a russian friend and dark lady about dressing black: “This city definitely forces me to wear black. Even if I’m in the mood for some other color.This world forces me to wear black. No other color makes me feel comfortable with the humans“. “ (Augustine Strindberg)
It is indeed so, at least for me. I feel somehow forced to dress black, no matter how my mood is and what I would like. I can not easily indulge to any other color anymore, the only reasonable alternative I can find, just sometimes, is blood red which clearly fits conceptually and aesthetically to black. This world forced me and forces me to dress black, to a concept of extreme style, sober yet striking elegance, extreme sorrow and extreme power as contradiction. I am contradiction, I am black.
For the occasion, while walking again through the nice streets of Berlin I will show you a new black slightly dark blue Denny Rose sheath dress with darker black corset bones. A “petite robe noir”, like Chanel liked to call it, very classical, modern and always a trend.
I matched the dress with one of my own creations: “pleased to meet you” chain leash choker with black rose, to add a touch of sensual and elegant darkness…
Oggi voglio condividere con voi una frase di grande effetto e sostanza detta da un´amica nonche´ dark lady russa sul vestirsi di nero: “ Questa città mi forza, in modo definitivo, a verstirmi di nero. Anche se sono dell´umore adatto per del colore. Questo mondo mi forza a verstirmi di nero. Nessun altro colore riesce a farmi sentire a mio agio con gli esseri umani“.(Augustine Strindberg)
E´davvero così, quantomeno per me. Mi sento in un qualche modo forzata a vestirmi di nero, indipendentemente dall´umore o dalla mia volontà. Non riesco facilmente a indulgere ad altri colori, l´unica alternativa ragionevole che riesco a trovare, a volte, è il color rosso sangue che corrisponde chiaramente sia concettualmente che esteticamente al nero. Questo mondo mi ha obbligato e mi obbliga a vestirmi di nero, mi forza a credere in un concetto di estremo stile, a una sobria eleganza capace allo stesso tempo di colpire, a un concetto di lutto estremo e potere estremo come contraddizione. Io sono contraddizione. Io sono il nero.
Per l´occasione, camminando come sempre tra le strade di Berlino, oggi vi mostro un tubino nero, a tratti blu scuro di Denny Rose con stecche di bustino in nero più scuro. Una “petite robe noir”, come amava definirlo Chanel, il tubino nero resta sempre di moda, come sincretismo tra classicità e modernità.
Assieme al tubino ho abbinato una delle mie creazioni: la collana di catena con rosa nera “pleased to meet you” che aggiunge un tocco di sensuale ed elegante oscurità.
Berlin, Invaliden cemetery… at the tree…“But Arwen went forth from the House, and the light of her eyes was quenched, and it seemed to her people that she had become cold and grey as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Then she said farewell to Eldarion, and to her daughters, and to all whom she had loved; and she went out from the city of Minas Tirith and passed away to the land of Lórien, and dwelt there alone under the fading trees until winter came. Galadriel had passed away and Celeborn had also gone, and the land was silent.
There at last when the mallorn-leaves were falling, but spring had not yet come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by the men that come after, and elanor and nimphredil bloom no more east of the sea.” (Death Of Arwen-Lord of the Rings-Appendix I)
In Berlin, more than in other countries, many cemeteries are planned as parks and visited from a large crowd of residents and tourists..
I recently got a nice invitation at the cemetery from a german gentleman and, a part from taking it with dark humor, I found it very romantic as soon as I have seen of what kind cemetery we are talking about…
Places of silence and peace, marmor and nature, wild Ivi, red roses and oak trees. A romantic syncretism between ancient and modern… classic suggestions and nature, a spectacle for the eyes and for the soul. You feel finally in peace and you fear death no more. Very german and wagnerian indeed..
Berlin, Dorothee Cemetery (Dorotheenstädtischer Friedhof)
Berlin, Dorothee Cemetery
Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel´s Grave…
Couldn´t imagin till now that one of the most famous philosopher lies near to where I live…
Berlin, Dorothee Cemetery
wearing Denny Rose black pants, a vintage black shirt bought in france many years ago. H&M feather earrings and one of my own creations:leash choker with black rose…
Berlin, Invalidenbrunnen. Fountain on the way from Dorothee Cemetery to Invaliden Cementry…
Berlin, Invaliden cemetery
Gerhard Johann David von Scharnhorst´s Grave
Prussian General. He reorganized the Prussian Army under Friedrich Wilhelm III, after its defeat at Jena by Napoleon. His grave was designed by Karl Friedrich Schinkel.
Berlin, Invaliden cemetery
The Invalids’ Cemetery (Invalidenfriedhof) is one of the oldest cemeteries in Berlin. It was the traditional resting place of the Prussian Army, and is regarded as particularly important as a memorial to the German Wars of Liberation of 1813-15.
” Wir sehen jetzt durch einen Spiegel in einem dunklen Wort, dann aber von angesicht zu angesicht”
”We look trough a mirror, in a dark word, but then face to face”
In this strange summer, a part from showing my sacred middle finger to all humanity, under the sun of course, and coming back as a glittering tanned black phoenix in the place where I belong (Berlin with thousands of germans around me.. Germans are my personal fetish, can´t change that..) I got involved in some other dark glamourous “things”, including a photoshooting with a very good fashion photographer: Avantgarde on facebook, a very good rigger and Jexeena. What a creative day can bring is u to you to discover… for now just bite it a bit…the rest will be coming soon…
CONCUBINES OF THE DEVIL BACKSTAGE
I don´t know you, as for me.. my toughts are darker than ever… guessing if this is going to be good luck or bad luck:)
Yesterday…a two hours trip by car from Santiago to Sarria, to visit Pati’s aunt who lives there….I had the opportunity to see a bit more of the region of Galicia and not just the nature… Many groups of pilgrims on their ways by feet walking the main street trough the woods a to get to Santiago…( we will talk better about the pilgrims in another post)…
Sarria is a municipality in the province of Lugo, northwestern Spain, in the autonomous community of Galicia. It is head of the region and a popular starting point to begin the Camino de Santiago; many pilgrims (the lazy ones) choose Sarria because the distance from this point to Santiago allows them to cover the necessary kilometers to get the Compostela: 110 km.
Even if not formally invited (for now) I self-invited myself in to take a look at the good job of the monks and their nice relaxing cloister with a central rose garden. A well dressed and slightly chained lady in black is always welcome… don’t you think so?
The Lady in the cloister…
wearing “All the Forbidden Things” chain leash choker, my own creation, Blanco black three gold buttons skirt, Top Intimissimi…
Sarria (Lugo) Cloister of the “Convento de La Merced”
Sarria, Cloister of the “Convento de La Merced”, VITA AETERNA door (no clue what is hidden behind that door, I could just hear the sound of a neverending walk, forward and backward on a wood floor…maybe a father meditating?)
From the darkness to the light… trough the door of eternal life…
In the garden of the cloister…
The roses of the fathers….
I have to say I was expecting a little bit more of cure for the garden, the flowers were not at their bests…
The monastry from the outside…
As I told you a couple of days ago I was heading to Santiago De Compostela, not for a religious pilgrimage, but to pass some days with one of my best friends: Pati, who is living and studying here.
I was expecting sun and hot, not for now sadly… the weather is not being indulgent with me actually. Hopefully in the next days I will have the possibility to show you some fresh new bikinis I have bought in Milan.
Besides, my first impression of the day has been more then positive. Since I came out the airport’s doors I felt fascinated from the huge white modern and prospective architecture of the outside. Better than Milano Malpensa forsure :d
Outiside the Airport and my hand luggage
I also got suddenly aknowledge of the existance of black cigarettes: The Black Devils, which seems to be unavailable either in Berlin and Italy, correct me if I am wrong…
They comes In 3 different flavours: Tobacco and Chocolate, Tobacco and Vanilla , Tobacco and Cherry. The design of the cigarette itself is enhanced from the unusal black color and silver or black red signs.
Black Devil, Black Cigarettes
I like them, very stylish and the taste is very interesting. I would define them a mix between and E_cigarette and a normal Cigarette. So, how to say..in this days I am smoking BLACK….
First night out was clearly crazy, won’t go deep in details… but what can happen when two bad girls hang out together is all yours to imagine….
Pati wearing my own necklaces creations…. and a black and white dress from Blanco. We will talk better about this brand in the following posts…
Pati and me:)
If you are willing to hunt a black dressed nymph in the woods or in the marchland you need two basic things:
if you are the hunter: a good pair of hunter rubber shiny boots and an english cocker spaniel.
if you are the nymph: a good pair of rubber shiny boots (to hunt the hunter) and a cocker spaniel (to retrieve the prey)
If you are not into this hunting game but simply desire to enjoy a nice day in the proximity of a nimphaea lily lake you need anyway a good pair of rubber boots…and why not the cocker spaniel as well…
As fo me I decided to take a tour in a water lily lake near to Varese (Italy) with my dwarf english cocker spaniel (yes dwarf cockers exist, even if very rare to find and not recognized as an own race themselves) … outside and inside the lake… am I a witch or am I a nymph emerging from the water? Up to you to decide…
My look today: a short black dress with frontal chest fringe from Bershka “fringed dress”, with frontal and back cuts, a rose leash chain choker, my own creation, and rubber boots…
Rubber boots has been the latest trend of the season, I have seen them everywhere in Berlin and not just there, in every kind of color, short and high. As I am not a big fan of crazy colors and wild combinations, my favourite one has always been the black shiny ones or dark militray green. A “hunting style” very fashionable.
Here a couple of nice suggestions of classy black rubber boots:
CLICK ON THE IMAGES TO BUY
HUNTER Black Original Tall Classic Boot
HUNTER Regent Carlyle : Black rubber wellington boots from Hunter featuring a chocolate brown panel at the top
How I was almost one year ago… Don’t see much difference from today, the usual subtle sadness and melancholy into my eyes and the desire sometimes to let myself fly away. Yet at that time my inner rage was forceful and eruptive, stronger than desperation. I was still believing in something. What about now? Do I still believe or am I lost in the dark? Maybe is just a mood of the moment, maybe a baudelarian “Spleen“. Why still I feel this strong connection between rage and black?
When I think about rage I would see it matching more with a blood red color. Yet, rage for me is strongly connected to the need of “doing a action”, that perfect action, the one which makes you feel the blood running trough your veins, the one which make you think, for just a second that you are immortal and capable of the biggest things… a feeling that makes you dominate the situation and bend your destiny by your will. Experience the sorrow and the final excitement, and then a timeless peace. The final creative act. That’s what I call perfection.
Yet I connect all this feelings and desires to black. All interesting questions…
I don’t remember what I was wearing that day, a part from my favourite high knee leather boots and my leash necklace and black parisienne stockings from calzedonia. The black dress was borrowed from a good friend, no clue about the name, this round.
Yes I know…I am going intellectual today… well ….I am not in my best moods…. Besides not being a usual fashion blogger I think I can afford the risk of just being myself, pick up just what I like and be definitive.
Take it as it is for today…tomorrow probably I will be back in a very better mood….
Is the lady in distress?
I have a taste for mistery tales.. no wonder, I am a mistery myself.
“Damsel in distress” is a common well known theme very liked from certain currents of toughts and partially very fascinating for me as well..However my personality brings me, as often, to split my inner desires with what I really am and how I really act. My own distress is strong yes, but always relative.. And often I am “the distress “for someone else…
Putting aside for one second that I am a fearless lady, (a very bad one, yes I know that as the long asymmetric Denny Rose black dress can well prove.. (see picture above)… The black long dress covers and discovers the legs with charm following the movement of the body.
I have to admit I was indeed in distress. Dealing with those 12 cm amazing high heel black pumps while lurking around in a decadent old house…was quiet a challenge..but a stylish one, no doubt on that..
How to say… put on your pumps to lurk around and get the job done… Remove them while you need to sneak away fast…
What was a black dressed lady in evening gown, wearing black sunglasses doing in a old house.. why was she lurking near an unknown door, what or whom is inside those door. what for?
All reasonable questions.. someone would think she is a secret spy, someone else that she is a sort of revenge good looking phantom, some others that she got an “unusual” misterios invitation in a very misterious place…
Was the person behind the closed door in distress as the lady was? Maybe yes, maybe not.. Maybe the lady was “the distress”.
You will never know that, sorry, that’s a very private affaire…
Independently from what I was seeking that day behind that closed door, evidently I came home with a different catch from the one I had in mind, but a very good one:) Or maybe It was me to be caught .. in both cases, sounds like a good deal to me..
A good lesson i have learned just a few weeks ago is that if you find a locked door in front of you, you either open it fast in a tricky way , you ring the bell (obvious), or just or let you in the next open door. And who knows …maybe you could find a new friend just on the stairs or in the garden…
If my theory that life sometimes is like a roulette and luckynumberblack may be waiting for you at the next corner then face your luck with an unforgettable style: be bold, be black, be stylish, be “the one”. And don’t forget your black sunglasses, pumps and chain leash rose choker…
Skulls seem to be the latest trend of the season, you can find them everywhere: on shirts, dresses, jewelry.. printed or in sequins, with a dark touch or pop colours.
Today, I introduce you one of our guest bloggers and good friend: Jeexena, in all her beauty featuring a fresh new Denny Rose (Cheap theory line) long black dress with pop fuchsia and silver sequin skull.
The dress is fresh, easy to wear, good for the hot season, as beachrobe, evening dress or just to walk under the sun with heavy boots in a cool city. Just slip on and go…
The touch visibly dark and young pop at the same time. The design elegant, in it’s long and bandaging simplicity, and intriguing for the asymmetric back cut, yet casual.
To add a more punk-chick touch Jeexena is wearing one of my own creations (All the forbidden things), a aluminium long leash chain choker.
So, for today.. get skulled and leashed