I watched a lot of Game of Thrones and other stuff

I have not posted for more than a month. I don't know if that counts as weird behaviour (for a blogger, I hate that word) and I don't really care. I haven't felt like blogging at all. I felt like blogging is the most stupid thing anyone can do. And really, it is!

Who cares what I think. Who cares what I wear (okay, actually I get a lot of reactions to my closet, so obviously a lot of people).

Who cares what I do at Uni, except for my teachers and sometimes my mum. NO FUCKING ONE.

But then I remembered that I am not doing this for other people. I do it for myself (and a itty- bitty bit for other people).

I know, I know, CLICHÈ, she's doing it for herself. Ugh. She is, though, so fuck you, I guess. This is like a documentation of what I'm doing for me and whoever wants to know.

Well, not everything I'm doing, I did shitloads last month and shitloads of stuff happened and I made new friends and retrieved old friends and smoked a lot of pot and I was with my sister and I was in Copenhagen and in Sweden for the first time of my life (and I did not post about it at all). I started drawing again thanks to new friend. I even started playing guitar again for half an hour, thanks to myself.

I ate a lot of chocolate, I bought a lot of wool, I did not clean up my room. The usuall and so much more. This was a very eventful month and a very feely-touchy kinda month. I cried and laughed and I did not film myself crying because I still don't have a computer. My harddrive broke.

Whatever I did last month. I don't have anything to show you. This is one of my very rare text-only posts. Do with it what you will. I'm gonna eat cake today.

Here's a song:

Ayo van Elmar A/W '12

Ayo van Elmar is a Vienna based Designer, who originates from Lagos, Nigeria. She studied at University of applied arts Vienna and started her label in 2010.

I saw her designs for the first time at London Fashion Week. I loved her idea of putting incense sticks on her models' heads. It looked very beatiful with the smoke rising from the models heads and it smelled good.

Please excuse the quality of my pictures, I was standing in the far back.

All pictures ©Dalia von Wegen

SWEATER BETTER!

Sweaters: Dalia von Wegen

Jeans: Topshop

T-Shirt: Meadham Kirchhoff for Topshop

I made two identical sweaters in two different colours last semester (don't worry that's not all I made). I've been too lazy to take pictures of them, because I had noone to take pictures of me and I forgot that my mum has a tripod, which I now successfully stole off her. I am hungry. I'm going to eat now. Bye.

Ps.: I'm so into prints!

All pictures @Dalia von Wegen aswell as the Sweaters

Paul Smith A/W '12

This feels like ages ago (let's be honest, it has been weeks). This also was the first major show I've ever been to. I've been to a couple of smaller shows before, but never a show of this hugeness, with all those important (or seemingly) important people.

I could nearly touch the fabrics, but I had to hold my camera, so I obviously didn't.

However, this is not stuff I'd wear (except for the blue suit) but still adore. Paul Smith is a master of Fashion and his clothes, unlike so many other male designer clothes, don't feel sexist or deminishing towards women to me. I have a problem with a lot of male designers who make womenswear. How can you make womenswear when you don't understand what it means to be a woman? I don't know. Nontheless, I think Meadham Kirchhoff make a great job of that. But they care for feminism. They make those quirky, doll-like, cute clothes, but you're still a woman, a strong woman in them. Unlike almost everyone else.

I prefer women who make womenswear. Gotta be honest. Still, Paul Smith, I like your style!

The Exhibition

At Vauxhall Fashion Scout Fremasions hall, or whatever the hell that place is called, was a fashion exhibition with fresh, new, young designers. I touched everything.

Leutton Postle A/W '12

This is Leutton Postle. I can't really tell you much about the two Gals behind the brand. They're cute and colourful, so I just assume they're great human beings. I'd probably get along with them. I love what they do. They put faces on clothes. FACES ON CLOTHES. They paint their models eyebrows. I do that aswell (with my own eyebrows).

Maybe Leutton Postle and I are the same. Maybe my, or our soul was split in bits and pieces and one part of my soul is in this body that is making up this crazy story and the other bits are inside Leutton Postles bodies. Sounds legit.

I should porbably tell you about the new trend I set at the show: Standing on your seat instead of sitting on it. You're welcome.