tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86894385494555392502024-03-05T19:46:48.556-08:00FabrykatFabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-47177571590591860382010-08-01T05:03:00.000-07:002010-08-01T06:27:04.299-07:00Make-up close upOne more time, a flashback to the Comic Book Party. <div>Below, a couple of pictures of my party make-up. I had such a great fun changing my face geometry. It was so close to painting on canvas that I felt like I came back to my high school passion. I miss painting, and make-up is the closest substitute I could came up with. </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghjkGF3UE2ve1ePan79uoef-zyBwR3MBJrmZTX-MljjVc3TmIpSvstBIaOeYzLOnsOk_9j0sUeGHbYTKdc1gn8ZXL3g54zkwxYkTKfcii_FNH9cbm-m50AffMFGOmr7h3MVaKqQLc9ghLN/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghjkGF3UE2ve1ePan79uoef-zyBwR3MBJrmZTX-MljjVc3TmIpSvstBIaOeYzLOnsOk_9j0sUeGHbYTKdc1gn8ZXL3g54zkwxYkTKfcii_FNH9cbm-m50AffMFGOmr7h3MVaKqQLc9ghLN/s800/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500412944397272354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbbW0Kc3urbi1noN1QXu6ghnSUQ_14nRo-M9cfeXwF6ieIYE1ntsuKGVilbz2RmCD7sMFIBwiBNAFIUr0P4aMbonYwFU_jWEczyf-DgfVcMLDCYr4-WejB6qSJWQ3-P6m5q6iWNCwyODt/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbbW0Kc3urbi1noN1QXu6ghnSUQ_14nRo-M9cfeXwF6ieIYE1ntsuKGVilbz2RmCD7sMFIBwiBNAFIUr0P4aMbonYwFU_jWEczyf-DgfVcMLDCYr4-WejB6qSJWQ3-P6m5q6iWNCwyODt/s800/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500418769869029058" /></a><br />These photos were taken long before the party. Hence, I don't have my glasses yet and my cat ears are still in the pre-design phase.<div><br /><div>Here's my inspiration, Alma Mayer, from one of my favourite comic books - Blacksad:</div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7GM32FSIiYZiafB4zJz1ddjqqczdz9LOI5CdWwnKKG1IHLLs1RLO-hkZcd6m3x-uFGOcZgOXMfSjFIJdc52KyJn-vfd9Ayo7T9qquALzm2y0dbiLLVL_zFJnKdLlbvLI5Fj9hB2CAgsOT/s1600/Alma.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7GM32FSIiYZiafB4zJz1ddjqqczdz9LOI5CdWwnKKG1IHLLs1RLO-hkZcd6m3x-uFGOcZgOXMfSjFIJdc52KyJn-vfd9Ayo7T9qquALzm2y0dbiLLVL_zFJnKdLlbvLI5Fj9hB2CAgsOT/s400/Alma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500425622628257794" /></a><div><br /></div><div>After this post, the whole new area would come, as I'm in the process of refocusing and changing my sewing aspirations. Watch this space!</div></div>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-5973224984643700552010-06-23T14:12:00.000-07:002010-07-27T15:27:44.685-07:00The Breathtaking Birthday BashIt's been only a couple of posts ago, so it seems like yesterday, but it actually was a year ago - the very successful Noir Party. This year it was my husband's turn to turn 30 and to celebrate this important occasion we decided to throw a party... in Poland! And that was the beginning of the Breathtaking Birthday Bash!<div><br /></div><div>Superheros and heroines, spies, Bob the Builder, Tin Tin, Death, Delirium, Desire, V, Poison Ivy and many more along with us: Alma Mayer and Corto Maltese - all gathered together to have fun, dance and drink till the very morning. At 4am, the urge for a grand finale pushed us to play a spectacular frisbee game in front of the Presidential Palace finished relentlessly by a police officer.</div><div>I love you Warsaw.</div><div><br /></div><div>This was in May. Since then we've managed to return home and lose ourselves in our daily routines. The only thing I didn't forget, was that I really wanted to take better pictures of my yellow dress. Instead, the usual has happened - we never got around to do this. Hence, I'm posting some pictures from the party with the main intention being the yellow dress show off:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7ODrU8n4FujfyNWKZ8csq_-TrsZkE6nDmhZQR9XgRfm1XkwGyluEUsXIj74hnEmL2g7lPOBD8Orp6z4Ij7ZAxI_bzMXJdn0TC-cGp6BwWn-dP3M42a0LfRqJ4BKKFrVL4jehTxNUTaBL/s800/DSC_0291.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 466px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7ODrU8n4FujfyNWKZ8csq_-TrsZkE6nDmhZQR9XgRfm1XkwGyluEUsXIj74hnEmL2g7lPOBD8Orp6z4Ij7ZAxI_bzMXJdn0TC-cGp6BwWn-dP3M42a0LfRqJ4BKKFrVL4jehTxNUTaBL/s800/DSC_0291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497784100365300338" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></u></span></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3DdtDUBcUvDEIUq3ke3hSuTGcxFEnB45sFWnYB3saA3eHNuVr0BoPTG_riNl7v76VFVy0Mi_W4dYrbaCZB4KIhHxO7HINmHVoynpcconkW08pA43lT2lqyg1G_26he6_p-X-LmGfJocy/s800/DSC_0297.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3DdtDUBcUvDEIUq3ke3hSuTGcxFEnB45sFWnYB3saA3eHNuVr0BoPTG_riNl7v76VFVy0Mi_W4dYrbaCZB4KIhHxO7HINmHVoynpcconkW08pA43lT2lqyg1G_26he6_p-X-LmGfJocy/s800/DSC_0297.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 700px; height: 700px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3DdtDUBcUvDEIUq3ke3hSuTGcxFEnB45sFWnYB3saA3eHNuVr0BoPTG_riNl7v76VFVy0Mi_W4dYrbaCZB4KIhHxO7HINmHVoynpcconkW08pA43lT2lqyg1G_26he6_p-X-LmGfJocy/s800/DSC_0297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497781639969531266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Photos by Ana</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wearing: mustard dress and ears (<i>Fabrykat</i>), shoes (<i>All Saints</i>), glasses (<i>Sisley</i>), jewellery (gift from a friend). </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My fellow model, Desire, sporting his new suite by Versace. SO classy! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">More pictures from the party <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/veryveryquiet/sets/72157624093973050/">here</a>.</div></div>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-75387576609545264642010-05-03T15:10:00.000-07:002010-06-23T13:22:08.194-07:00Pink dress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DyvnwJXlaWq2y3RItG9iKHCy3DhVbtdM4Pc_hrLxmwD7J4g6WcKx2gJBwbRh5DZ98Sndj6Xw3eSWon6oUBVae1RtUC3fSuX9Rg1E3-hW6O50fWGgvB0lGXk6a2I7qH7bfelbtQFcEcHJ/s800/Z+kula+za+plecami.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DyvnwJXlaWq2y3RItG9iKHCy3DhVbtdM4Pc_hrLxmwD7J4g6WcKx2gJBwbRh5DZ98Sndj6Xw3eSWon6oUBVae1RtUC3fSuX9Rg1E3-hW6O50fWGgvB0lGXk6a2I7qH7bfelbtQFcEcHJ/s800/Z+kula+za+plecami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467170643532766114" border="0" /></a><br />It took me almost a year to decide what I wanted to make out of the pink fabric I bought in Paris last May. I loved the colour and its rich texture - it's wool. My problem was I only purchased 1,5m of this fabric, so I knew I couldn't go for anything more ambitious than a simple 60s dress. I didn't have any particular looks in mind when I started making my dress but I somehow arrived at the exact same colour scheme as <a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/slideshow/F2009RTW-MJACOBS?loop=0&event=show1922&designer=design_house57&iphoto=44&play=false&cnt=35">Marc Jacobs f/w 2009</a>. Isn't it fascinating how human brains work?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMay0u7WtzJo6oASIMI6kGcGJyYuoMBOdNb_aL3l2-mDUjUr6zeprSAiUNfAvUfWP2w5Dxiu-eOdWtBQ_LQX4a8S6mGO8vSomYgR3VLYv8lfYixLXOnzfj3en-FwLcMADBpmUs0yTehmw1/s800/Rozowa+sukienka+close+up+%281+of+1%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMay0u7WtzJo6oASIMI6kGcGJyYuoMBOdNb_aL3l2-mDUjUr6zeprSAiUNfAvUfWP2w5Dxiu-eOdWtBQ_LQX4a8S6mGO8vSomYgR3VLYv8lfYixLXOnzfj3en-FwLcMADBpmUs0yTehmw1/s800/Rozowa+sukienka+close+up+%281+of+1%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467170515497086370" border="0" /></a><br />I used the V1150 pattern for this dress, although I prefer to work without patterns. It somehow works for me better; patterns limit my imagination and make me follow instructions blindly. If I work with my imagination only, I feel like I can do anything I want. Still, when working with a unique fabric from Montmartre, I didn't want to risk any mistakes, so I went for a simple shape and a simple pattern.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59MzpkOKksn8brWLfZB8QxWFMKWio6Tn80AxJciqw1EXeJv0wcrZdAz4kDEIMkHhuODo8fr2oQkXwinwe9EDs5frjWaRT46FCBjhnNvq1rmvLPbAZ3GU2MzqDaZRslhLAtuIfTLCihSwi/s800/Rozowa+sukienka+distorted+%281+of+1%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59MzpkOKksn8brWLfZB8QxWFMKWio6Tn80AxJciqw1EXeJv0wcrZdAz4kDEIMkHhuODo8fr2oQkXwinwe9EDs5frjWaRT46FCBjhnNvq1rmvLPbAZ3GU2MzqDaZRslhLAtuIfTLCihSwi/s800/Rozowa+sukienka+distorted+%281+of+1%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467170789617066418" border="0" /></a><br />The last picture is a bit distorted but it shows the colour better. We took the pictures on a typical English day - gray and damp, but I somehow liked the contrast between the gray background and the bright colours of the dress, scarf and the bag.<br />Yes, the bag! I got the bag at the Custard Factory Vintage Fair a couple of weeks ago. It was love at first sight and since then, I haven't left house without it.Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-71268468338204525452010-02-27T06:11:00.000-08:002010-02-27T14:08:24.508-08:00Harem PantsThe idea isn't new. I was initially inspired by these COS trousers from the past A/W 2009 season:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZFfhXDNzFiJPHpxZLu6giKQeed8orhWFBnLvxUXwHNWMyk9estIztD_7PUBD9Jf2AraSLJM8c4WoKLYdfTp6-SgmFWDsyYFQ3BIrCLCHS1tAz63fsSv4K3_8-AB2SRVzNwpoREKfAWLH/s800-h/COS+a_w2009new+optimism.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZFfhXDNzFiJPHpxZLu6giKQeed8orhWFBnLvxUXwHNWMyk9estIztD_7PUBD9Jf2AraSLJM8c4WoKLYdfTp6-SgmFWDsyYFQ3BIrCLCHS1tAz63fsSv4K3_8-AB2SRVzNwpoREKfAWLH/s800/COS+a_w2009new+optimism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442946057040076418" border="0" /></a> However, the final shape of my trousers was dictated purely by the nature of the fabric I bought. It's a black muslin which literally flows through your fingers as you touch it. I loved its movement and softness since the very first second.<br /><br />I don't think I've ever explained before how much my designs depend of the fabric itself. I get my inspiration from its texture and softness. I can spend hours at a fabric store, simply touching and stroking fabrics, and each touch gives me dozens of ideas. Finally, and most importantly, since I am and always was a colour lover, it's the colour that determines the final result. This post is not about colour though, it's about draping and my first attempts at this joyful art.<br />I totally enjoyed it! My husband laughed at me when he first saw me dancing around Euphoria (my sewing mannequin), mumbling some incomprehensible spells and trying to make my fabric flow in the directions I wanted it to flow. Endless fun! and a very satisfying result!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOFgAk-aUa_G__OTfvhLDdwg2Qb6OkuNjT11k9w8sTZA16sOd9iJ8_ehG0D8zf1onSIDG1y02vWif1fyXeY0zLHLVDT-EWl8cg7R5r6c480PpoVtQhFtlkPKAkb9rFMW7TedZ3K9kajQX/s800-h/DSC_0160-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOFgAk-aUa_G__OTfvhLDdwg2Qb6OkuNjT11k9w8sTZA16sOd9iJ8_ehG0D8zf1onSIDG1y02vWif1fyXeY0zLHLVDT-EWl8cg7R5r6c480PpoVtQhFtlkPKAkb9rFMW7TedZ3K9kajQX/s800/DSC_0160-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442941186760449490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Wearing: leather jacket (SuperDry), boots (Zara), harem pants (Fabrykat), scarf (old cardigan incredibly stretched sideways[!] after a number of washes), gloves (Urban Outfitters).</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjON10DqkECIkDegL7uaWasnwrju5HgNYFzhRFWu_lQpHTS7ma017IXQPdylLc6KMYfnIlnl4eboAx4QpXb_dybv6s44dNO68L0xzOj1IassWiEuiQ1x5ndipztkWyoB7YI4IDDy3RtgRY/s800-h/4231262757_066384d08d_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjON10DqkECIkDegL7uaWasnwrju5HgNYFzhRFWu_lQpHTS7ma017IXQPdylLc6KMYfnIlnl4eboAx4QpXb_dybv6s44dNO68L0xzOj1IassWiEuiQ1x5ndipztkWyoB7YI4IDDy3RtgRY/s800/4231262757_066384d08d_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442942515524435474" border="0" /></a>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-73084111502526890452010-02-14T05:31:00.000-08:002010-02-14T09:10:55.379-08:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9EJsEUgP4l8cEX7JsHUYmEjjb3wWdyNmKC_hEuK-ZrrUqEuzg6yHGWfKH_sR5eMJL8kJ4ZX8F7eWI2fGZ7wCh8MBbqK4YNll8w12r5aDUb59S2UfUtU06Ub6y4clpjbVo034ttYT0RQB/s1600-h/Alexander+McQueen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9EJsEUgP4l8cEX7JsHUYmEjjb3wWdyNmKC_hEuK-ZrrUqEuzg6yHGWfKH_sR5eMJL8kJ4ZX8F7eWI2fGZ7wCh8MBbqK4YNll8w12r5aDUb59S2UfUtU06Ub6y4clpjbVo034ttYT0RQB/s800/Alexander+McQueen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438132575290027682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">R.I.P. Lee Alexander McQueen (1969 – 2010)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-82883077717093873142010-02-13T13:27:00.001-08:002010-02-28T16:09:53.558-08:00Jacket in actionThe inspiration for the jacket came from Moschino Cheap&Chic 2010RST collection:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHFSnlP1Up_uCeqr4r3y4mUdl6hXfyZL4UUGb0MyAhHaNBw8iM3oT5s5a-uo8OoFigngkp7csAC-EMrGPa6OWI_xY_AYMB1Mk-VBPy6skSw1WNTvLRWU9X0xPBuzzV7rPzo8DtMVwQ8Zj/s800-h/Moschino+JacketRST2010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 460px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHFSnlP1Up_uCeqr4r3y4mUdl6hXfyZL4UUGb0MyAhHaNBw8iM3oT5s5a-uo8OoFigngkp7csAC-EMrGPa6OWI_xY_AYMB1Mk-VBPy6skSw1WNTvLRWU9X0xPBuzzV7rPzo8DtMVwQ8Zj/s800/Moschino+JacketRST2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437844658567917922" border="0" /></a><br />I am a great fan of Moschino Cheap&Chic. I like watching their shows because they are always incredibly entertaining. I like how they play with their inspirations and themes and how they finish their looks using <a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/slideshow/2010RST-CHEAPCHIC?loop=0&iphoto=4&play=false&cnt=5">bold</a>, sometimes even <a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/slideshow/S2010RTW-CHEAPCHIC/?loop=0&iphoto=0&play=false&cnt=20">childish accessories</a>. This picture was particularly appealing to me. <span style="font-size:100%;">Ernesta Petkeviciute</span> did a great job posing and made me see a newspaper boy, a small time crook, a vagabond. I fell in love with this look because I have always been such a mixture of a tomboy and a business woman. And I can totally see myself rollerblading to work wearing this and coming straight to a meeting :) Altogether, it's a great effortless look.<br /><br />This was my starting point last August. However, right after I finished sewing my jacket, the business-half of my life took over the vagabond-half and I had to tone down all my looks and focus more on making myself look smart than making new playful clothes. Hence, the only pictures of my jacket I have are the ones we took during our insane and full of adventures trip to Poland on a 30-year old Triumph Spitfire.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRZJ4fT69Z2jRsPN6eH1ekEs-tDocL1LpD7cak7nTsPMziys_kUwALkqXWejDss_kke1IMmX4d68DTzhTC9PunBHvFWyvI7iR4FOtxgfwukvopedQFZim6x5TEEoeSx0RVvghoZyIXqwC/s800-h/Spitun+mym+przyjacielem.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRZJ4fT69Z2jRsPN6eH1ekEs-tDocL1LpD7cak7nTsPMziys_kUwALkqXWejDss_kke1IMmX4d68DTzhTC9PunBHvFWyvI7iR4FOtxgfwukvopedQFZim6x5TEEoeSx0RVvghoZyIXqwC/s800/Spitun+mym+przyjacielem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437860473413642034" border="0" /></a><br />This little beauty was a wedding gift for our best friends and, despite the innocent look on its face (yes, I still think that car has a very innocent face), it broke down about 8 times on our way there. So please, forgive my tired look and not always perfect clothes.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirb1owqyWLKpaQ5t6W_SxJU1hGt0Z2klBqp_THaorQZxsZuIL_KML0cCxB9RhD1nI9jtW4WjhHG5VsxkU9PMjNcykM72tL6oED6SIlGa8VShQDdCJns1iVqFVJQ98RrCInLW348VW4YBDO/s800-h/nasza+kajuta.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirb1owqyWLKpaQ5t6W_SxJU1hGt0Z2klBqp_THaorQZxsZuIL_KML0cCxB9RhD1nI9jtW4WjhHG5VsxkU9PMjNcykM72tL6oED6SIlGa8VShQDdCJns1iVqFVJQ98RrCInLW348VW4YBDO/s800/nasza+kajuta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437865260560897394" border="0" /></a>On the ferry to the Netherlands.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I am wearing: hat (All Saints), jacket (Fabrykat), glasses (Marc by Marc Jacobs), tee (Junior Gaultier), trousers (Nike Woman), shoes (All Saints).</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjgIcVdW-N-odxJLxzP6Loagz90VdRpv_odtDswNTCBX0pdpC7EiPdRrP6UldA1y0rjPL_L5_4oc262hIehF29vSOqJEbGwr_pjEIxxEzEF1-2X1eiF2gAso-mowkaMXwhuML_UqzLM0k/s800-h/W+kajucie+gotowi+do+drogi.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjgIcVdW-N-odxJLxzP6Loagz90VdRpv_odtDswNTCBX0pdpC7EiPdRrP6UldA1y0rjPL_L5_4oc262hIehF29vSOqJEbGwr_pjEIxxEzEF1-2X1eiF2gAso-mowkaMXwhuML_UqzLM0k/s800/W+kajucie+gotowi+do+drogi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437866861445081858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TBwZZ8aOHk5OdEm0ZSzbepuM651HxAeBDW8FX8l9ocJExn3GgLvAWYVDpp2bPM_zzfmmmKf0MkOZyAAecq7dBaH8AkVcb0iw8Og48p5AOrLkehwDYMWveuQgOfczuAD5_RdYlZe_0bzT/s800-h/prosze+wsiadac+drzwi+zamykac.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TBwZZ8aOHk5OdEm0ZSzbepuM651HxAeBDW8FX8l9ocJExn3GgLvAWYVDpp2bPM_zzfmmmKf0MkOZyAAecq7dBaH8AkVcb0iw8Og48p5AOrLkehwDYMWveuQgOfczuAD5_RdYlZe_0bzT/s800/prosze+wsiadac+drzwi+zamykac.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437866264603765522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitj1DzuU3itqNWHG1uvnuNhmQdKALinuhaZSTG2PF8YuAHiX4yhWrhCGBSKu-xWNEjDmTc8smbmjfwOGxXz8ThZrle4Ht7wyvAfwQtFpBtBZrbsqAnEaW21lna4IjlFJPRILf9TB_kbDJH/s800-h/obowiazkowo+z+chusta+na+glowie.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitj1DzuU3itqNWHG1uvnuNhmQdKALinuhaZSTG2PF8YuAHiX4yhWrhCGBSKu-xWNEjDmTc8smbmjfwOGxXz8ThZrle4Ht7wyvAfwQtFpBtBZrbsqAnEaW21lna4IjlFJPRILf9TB_kbDJH/s800/obowiazkowo+z+chusta+na+glowie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437867998625048866" border="0" /></a>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-47614736919559621552009-08-09T14:47:00.000-07:002010-02-12T15:32:03.386-08:00Busy weekendI am not a competitive person. I hate losing, and what's more, I hate winning - I always feel pity for the person who loses. And I don't like that feeling. I know, it's peculiar, but it's been like that for as long as I can remember. I hated competition at school and during my studies, I hated competitive sports (I mean, I can watch tennis on tv, but I wouldn't be able to play it) and I hate competition at work.<br />But there is one thing I AM for sure - I am an ambitious animal. I can compete with myself till death. I would push myself to the limits just to achieve the goal I've set for myself.<br /><br />Does that explain why I came up with this brilliant idea of making a jacket?<br />Maybe not, but anyway, here it is, the yet-unfinished jacket and the best model in the world - Euphoria, a birthday present from my beloved husband.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOwjFjXohI4274NWGTaqxH3GoOizN3oF9CZkp67-YwhKmMsK5k-t71Y3lKSRfWaeExuYl4Q1xCvnRugQjfJwmBnf_2axpAQyi8eRdcaPBMV8qNMJYYrpEtBo-dqEDyc-OhM6Eg1tJiChK/s800-h/Euphoria+wearing+sleveless+jacket.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOwjFjXohI4274NWGTaqxH3GoOizN3oF9CZkp67-YwhKmMsK5k-t71Y3lKSRfWaeExuYl4Q1xCvnRugQjfJwmBnf_2axpAQyi8eRdcaPBMV8qNMJYYrpEtBo-dqEDyc-OhM6Eg1tJiChK/s800/Euphoria+wearing+sleveless+jacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368036124873812002" border="0" /></a>I think she looks damn cool in this jacket. I would leave the jacket as it is now if I were not dying of curiosity to see how it looks finished.<br /><br />The headphones belong to my husband, but apparently, these days, only Euphoria knows how to make them work.Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-10013678308219597162009-07-07T15:03:00.000-07:002010-02-12T16:22:09.747-08:00Trying on mum's heelsLast month, I had the opportunity to attend a couple of fashion shows, and did so with great pleasure. Watching designers at work is a bit like trying on mum's high heels.<br /><br />It was an interesting experience from various perspectives.<br /><br />Firstly, it's a hell of a job to take a good picture at a fashion show. If you think about it, an average fashion show's setting would be like this: a dark room with spotlights (very often frequently changing along with the music) and models walking very fast. If you add to that inexperienced young models, who are usually too shy to pose for the cameras, you end up with quite a challenge for a photographer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3440/3698236869_117baf6140.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3440/3698236869_117baf6140.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I must admit, the longer I play with our camera, the more I admire photographers like Scott Schuman, Garance Dore or Nast.<br /><br />Secondly, I managed to meet some of the young aspiring designers from Birmingham and contrast their point of view with my in many ways naive understanding of the fashion world. I had never thought how difficult it is to find a job in industry, not to mention the difficulty of promoting your own name/brand as s designer. Even after watching all possible episodes, all possible seasons, all possible editions of Project Runway (Project Catwalk included) I wouldn't necessarily think that a very talented designer may end-up sorting clothes at H&M.<br /><br />And finally, seeing all the amazing clothes on the runway was really inspiring, but also taught me a lesson - I should keep sewing more and more, even random stuff (like pajamas*) otherwise I will never progress.<br /><br />----<br /><br />* Actually, I made some and I think it's a perfect niche. It is so difficult to buy comfy sleepwear that would not just look tacky - or like your boyfriend's old tee and old gym trousers.<br /><br /><br />Anyway. Enough for today. Enjoy the photos I took at the Birmingham Institute of Art and Design's Fashion Show 09, on 17th June 2009:<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11197687@N02/3698592201/" title="Minka Halstead's collection by great_roe, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2676/3698592201_17bec4c48f.jpg" alt="Minka Halstead's collection" height="332" width="500" /></a></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11197687@N02/3698231767/" title="Danielle Shipley's collection by great_roe, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/3698231767_22aac2928e.jpg" alt="Danielle Shipley's collection" height="332" width="500" /></a></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11197687@N02/3699407338/" title="Sarah Warner's winter collection by great_roe, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/3699407338_16b95ed94d.jpg" alt="Sarah Warner's winter collection" height="332" width="500" /></a></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/3698724627_0f6ab7c73b.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/3698724627_0f6ab7c73b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For more photos follow this link:<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11197687@N02/sets/72157620976059477/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/11197687@N02/sets/72157620976059477/</a>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-86153147507060436402009-06-08T06:50:00.000-07:002010-02-12T15:22:57.225-08:00The party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVfnIrmsKTnx1UGQzipXqzM9mg1CbbGzLDoo6iKvmoCpEKu7gE6U1qubf60zfFiX0v2e6kVwAAeH7sjGK9RhGu1wkeGYhyphenhyphenPuGweuf91Sn75TqnX18CEwiFRLLsAcbJtvXd4r40yWBpktni/s800-h/Khaled-z-dziewczynami.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVfnIrmsKTnx1UGQzipXqzM9mg1CbbGzLDoo6iKvmoCpEKu7gE6U1qubf60zfFiX0v2e6kVwAAeH7sjGK9RhGu1wkeGYhyphenhyphenPuGweuf91Sn75TqnX18CEwiFRLLsAcbJtvXd4r40yWBpktni/s800/Khaled-z-dziewczynami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346540245580495586" border="0" /></a><br />It was about ten-thirty when the little yellow-sashed Mexican orchestra got tired of playing a low-voiced prettied-up rhumba that nobody was dancing to. (...) The room had been a ballroom once and Eddie Mars had changed it only as much as his business compelled him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyvWoY_kmYQztliuoIj-nWUmulDxMlHWqT6lk67yvd36fgC7iixUYOVpeohwJzp-fgRaGzdqaWx7X9g-8sdgo0npzjgaq8ZSyPWoql4CBxKyUDWPiZgRqocwAmJ9pFU1_dJokDh0qKiVo/s800-h/Khaled-i-Venetia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyvWoY_kmYQztliuoIj-nWUmulDxMlHWqT6lk67yvd36fgC7iixUYOVpeohwJzp-fgRaGzdqaWx7X9g-8sdgo0npzjgaq8ZSyPWoql4CBxKyUDWPiZgRqocwAmJ9pFU1_dJokDh0qKiVo/s800/Khaled-i-Venetia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346540067810036018" border="0" /></a><br />He started sensing an intrigue here. That guy was an obvious target.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5VftYEoUaICzyVFUWjSPPcMvrwDkmrIjNMtRTrQrVhKS-1WcPdefvvOlHn-lz-E42VfM9DuAuuf8sM_z3rlBk3lXO044xSHPPTJHkEsrGaOY463Ixp0HYRVn-nhQmAUmxEchGgA6qDmgA/s800-h/Guy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5VftYEoUaICzyVFUWjSPPcMvrwDkmrIjNMtRTrQrVhKS-1WcPdefvvOlHn-lz-E42VfM9DuAuuf8sM_z3rlBk3lXO044xSHPPTJHkEsrGaOY463Ixp0HYRVn-nhQmAUmxEchGgA6qDmgA/s800/Guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347299980635787298" border="0" /></a>He shrugged. "There would be the implication that the coin was illegally acquired."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3HdqdI8KYgFJPQunucTIXQrVRKlRnEXp3vbkUYeGn2ceoB8GPYQvBS6DMtGVZOYK_5bQZuo-maivRf9D-GhMeNC9QXxmdtmFdEnSqfdTzo06w12uv34ZAIiDMqqourpsiKg8mSRy6Su9/s800-h/hiding-behind-the-veil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3HdqdI8KYgFJPQunucTIXQrVRKlRnEXp3vbkUYeGn2ceoB8GPYQvBS6DMtGVZOYK_5bQZuo-maivRf9D-GhMeNC9QXxmdtmFdEnSqfdTzo06w12uv34ZAIiDMqqourpsiKg8mSRy6Su9/s800/hiding-behind-the-veil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347094228800633170" border="0" /></a><br />She looked unconscious of what was going on, but she didn't have the pose of unconsciousness. She had a pose as if she was doing something very important and making a lot of it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAgRCLDvaU0iu4_hr9YZaVFWjD4Y4ouqga9dh9bYO9sgDbRkRPwO4t_1LwEqe6AND_JFdqqZsHRLBrKj49taSQ1pB0GEiNNae6K7GJmsZbsaegwFQ-8bg1N4D7-62SFHAHTIqwwLWBTRYP/s800-h/Inspector-Gadget.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAgRCLDvaU0iu4_hr9YZaVFWjD4Y4ouqga9dh9bYO9sgDbRkRPwO4t_1LwEqe6AND_JFdqqZsHRLBrKj49taSQ1pB0GEiNNae6K7GJmsZbsaegwFQ-8bg1N4D7-62SFHAHTIqwwLWBTRYP/s800/Inspector-Gadget.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347300457118030066" border="0" /></a><br />I nodded and smiled at her. Marlowe, one smile, cheerful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsLr-LwfhvN3LwuKwYOTbNRzARwGGYYh-YVDa_cqYFpU3YXQajr7YIWZ5PnnEDyc-pYPwoNJgGqtvFBsAi1dLsEgRl9OZ6_WR88jS_LUkXR07IyqaULtvG5-H_X3qJYvAnXsT-tXb12Pj/s800-h/Dorota-z-papierosem-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsLr-LwfhvN3LwuKwYOTbNRzARwGGYYh-YVDa_cqYFpU3YXQajr7YIWZ5PnnEDyc-pYPwoNJgGqtvFBsAi1dLsEgRl9OZ6_WR88jS_LUkXR07IyqaULtvG5-H_X3qJYvAnXsT-tXb12Pj/s800/Dorota-z-papierosem-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347295257792869250" border="0" /></a>'Who's he?' I put a cigarette in my mouth and stared at her. She looked a little pale and strained, but she looked like a girl who could function under a strain.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUeH-gOPsyr1YnYYj_3D-vzGtgrcIwk4IY_A-BnsquaKUcCZ9Rbk_g-0pzMkcbVWgz2Ls0xA1eJ4mBymypuPL9oD5F2_IOh9OcY-Z5AYUzcOxaWbOhBg58Iq9LRrP-jP_4Q8_uVujQVRQ/s800-h/Paul-in-Hannah-na-kanapie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUeH-gOPsyr1YnYYj_3D-vzGtgrcIwk4IY_A-BnsquaKUcCZ9Rbk_g-0pzMkcbVWgz2Ls0xA1eJ4mBymypuPL9oD5F2_IOh9OcY-Z5AYUzcOxaWbOhBg58Iq9LRrP-jP_4Q8_uVujQVRQ/s800/Paul-in-Hannah-na-kanapie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347290490945052434" border="0" /></a>We were sitting in a room at the Berglund. I was on the side of the bed (...). It was my room. Rain beat very hard against the window.<br />Her head was against an ivory satin cushion.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLHTX3-KXWwPygdn7v9bFTJyVI_I-GkdYPBBrWafyDvv58G6CiL5yNabhRu8BJ5Tjm8hv7xM7avx1TKriTuOKmVFxn0kn5zfyqdD4ERDeySHdL1eDjpr9OrDRDGmRzvTSOmCssBnlXXn4/s800-h/Wiecej-ze-soba-nie-rozmawiamy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLHTX3-KXWwPygdn7v9bFTJyVI_I-GkdYPBBrWafyDvv58G6CiL5yNabhRu8BJ5Tjm8hv7xM7avx1TKriTuOKmVFxn0kn5zfyqdD4ERDeySHdL1eDjpr9OrDRDGmRzvTSOmCssBnlXXn4/s800/Wiecej-ze-soba-nie-rozmawiamy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347289275551899986" border="0" /></a>The girl and I stood looking at each other. She tried to keep a cute smile on her face but her face was too tired to be bothered. It kept going black on her. the smile would wash off like like water off sand and her pale skin had a harsh granular under the stunned and stupid blackness of her eyes.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJzxUm_Wk8WrVRll1-MJsL5ehnsjgIGScJENHlHSdhgqCzLXhvF_2MK37biUlzU8C8SKCnd49N3sosrIFPPYiDtHnU5lWWTVgCcba-YSLuRah0bO3WjH72aqDuQCH82vV2wiUoCRfwApay/s800-h/Marta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJzxUm_Wk8WrVRll1-MJsL5ehnsjgIGScJENHlHSdhgqCzLXhvF_2MK37biUlzU8C8SKCnd49N3sosrIFPPYiDtHnU5lWWTVgCcba-YSLuRah0bO3WjH72aqDuQCH82vV2wiUoCRfwApay/s800/Marta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347306244653893570" border="0" /></a><br />She shrugged. She said negligently: "He didn't know the right people. That's all a police record means in this rotten crime-ridden country."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglz3VvlePAlQv0O74KDQR28u1eHmVoqjQ05uIr-eMfTJJtT90uWrRah3HsrofLreBPwyqLPYgivcH3TZHE6qAHn0cPWF1KFTy3jUegoU4lplyy0VAKGXLzom-XjtcJyprAIKrdcPQCbHyV/s800-h/Silk-stockings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglz3VvlePAlQv0O74KDQR28u1eHmVoqjQ05uIr-eMfTJJtT90uWrRah3HsrofLreBPwyqLPYgivcH3TZHE6qAHn0cPWF1KFTy3jUegoU4lplyy0VAKGXLzom-XjtcJyprAIKrdcPQCbHyV/s800/Silk-stockings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347283281016308514" border="0" /></a>Her stockings were just as sheer as the day before, but she wasn't showing as much of her legs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqM1OGh-NA-8ng9kMK9vuFNGxSSsLLwo6N69aOnJCVXboRy9QMPfEXXmi5KkYnW-3dnE3egxjkdB3sf6HJYmjNPXMSomceAqRK_LUp8VmtmK8GosA9ufkZUVDmgcTCiuZ6IC1u1W071r3_/s800-h/jej-nowe-chlodne-spojrzenie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqM1OGh-NA-8ng9kMK9vuFNGxSSsLLwo6N69aOnJCVXboRy9QMPfEXXmi5KkYnW-3dnE3egxjkdB3sf6HJYmjNPXMSomceAqRK_LUp8VmtmK8GosA9ufkZUVDmgcTCiuZ6IC1u1W071r3_/s800/jej-nowe-chlodne-spojrzenie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347273437452608594" border="0" /></a>She laughed suddenly and sharply and went half-way through the door, then turned her head to say cooly: 'You're as cold-blooded a beast as I ever met, Marlowe. Or can I call you Phil?'<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPfIIbioy6nG5aOZD1be7jeTjau-hKy9XfPbVrMe3QgmNB4pQtHMqzKIe_ZEj9ZLkmEH65blGAzagKrscZrDLNlOhAOb3dlWXsfIJhPsb0qSEdKmNuJBo6GCWLT-8H5g-y_sHp2YXTaik/s800-h/Ankesh-and-the-gun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPfIIbioy6nG5aOZD1be7jeTjau-hKy9XfPbVrMe3QgmNB4pQtHMqzKIe_ZEj9ZLkmEH65blGAzagKrscZrDLNlOhAOb3dlWXsfIJhPsb0qSEdKmNuJBo6GCWLT-8H5g-y_sHp2YXTaik/s800/Ankesh-and-the-gun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347095809462684338" border="0" /></a>The door at the back opened with a bang and Moose Malloy came through it with a smooth heavy lunge and stopped dead, his feet planted and a wide pale grin on his face. A Colt Army.45 looked like a toy pistol in his hand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvLdoV41DtSUmS0SZDaN-j0g2YAyIWG5g32U5Ce1ENaxDQJboEreC-XM7Bx9ado8CuIxZCob5Ev89acLzaE6XdjT9In6UhE_MEp_QavSv6pwyxSKv0JgKlIZmhU6K3VRyg2wyBv1UdaF_/s800-h/Fight.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvLdoV41DtSUmS0SZDaN-j0g2YAyIWG5g32U5Ce1ENaxDQJboEreC-XM7Bx9ado8CuIxZCob5Ev89acLzaE6XdjT9In6UhE_MEp_QavSv6pwyxSKv0JgKlIZmhU6K3VRyg2wyBv1UdaF_/s800/Fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346539789060833442" border="0" /></a>It was a good punch. The shoulder dropped and the body swung behind it (...). He threw him clear across the room, spinning and staggering and flailing with his arms.<br /><br /><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZQQ0K-WVOQLO4e2aUgTB4m2lOVVotIxDZXCNFObFkXMawN4WBPM8bps1Mpt3rLyDqHCfYLttE_KiL7Q8PZLpsgDoIs3mUav24WFCfj4Jm1mASLfKmSB7zqSOMCfwhJ-lp7GiJgM-B6kI/s800-h/classic-Ola-look.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZQQ0K-WVOQLO4e2aUgTB4m2lOVVotIxDZXCNFObFkXMawN4WBPM8bps1Mpt3rLyDqHCfYLttE_KiL7Q8PZLpsgDoIs3mUav24WFCfj4Jm1mASLfKmSB7zqSOMCfwhJ-lp7GiJgM-B6kI/s800/classic-Ola-look.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346952534133850098" border="0" /></a><br />She fooled me. She laughed in my face. "So my husband hired you to spy on me," she said. "I might have known the whole thing was an act."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qCVoUawfSPq3pzB8sJPebWtLO5arDpWGPy4kXdIvty3LT40_oNZaiO5cnTrI0ZJvJ7kAmF_GtA6YQOlX8wfFv4UBO1qXCpCekhnNyfXaEElJk_wHVKxij3d7-yqpkC85Q5_DuzDQMK-Q/s800-h/greebs-me-and-wine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qCVoUawfSPq3pzB8sJPebWtLO5arDpWGPy4kXdIvty3LT40_oNZaiO5cnTrI0ZJvJ7kAmF_GtA6YQOlX8wfFv4UBO1qXCpCekhnNyfXaEElJk_wHVKxij3d7-yqpkC85Q5_DuzDQMK-Q/s800/greebs-me-and-wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346949827151832562" border="0" /></a>She flashed here eyes down, shivered, and put the gun back in her bag. She drank half the drink without stopping, put the glass down hard and picked the card up. "I don't give many people that liquor", I said. "I can't afford to". Her lips curled. "I supposed you would want money."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALbWg7h_Bx499OdzD1HOexqUx8wTtMmgQBWajzMYQ97TF04y7N908hJ-Ek4BsPiNG6YTM5BcNFfdasooDJqiXcq2s65KbOWWxhwMZFEBsghWjQheT8yohJJ7g1N2G37O1qHOK3BXOb1YF/s800-h/Marc-and-Sam-with-a-cigar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALbWg7h_Bx499OdzD1HOexqUx8wTtMmgQBWajzMYQ97TF04y7N908hJ-Ek4BsPiNG6YTM5BcNFfdasooDJqiXcq2s65KbOWWxhwMZFEBsghWjQheT8yohJJ7g1N2G37O1qHOK3BXOb1YF/s800/Marc-and-Sam-with-a-cigar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346945644546845602" border="0" /></a>The door opened with a jerk and Finlayson and Sebold came in. Sebold looked as spruce and nasty as ever, but Finlayson looked older, more worn, mousier. "Guys like you get in a lot of trouble", Finlayson said sourly. "Trouble is my business", I said. "How else would I make a nickel?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb0gldyHRKX1396pY7O-Ny5w0W5aQTHW9v3456r2fd1V6OmUqy0qXL1qA30C3JyI4Cef50cHugGZUuvp01ldTcwaSpwx607_8yPJsZ-nUzY4sIi_Dcr0gRmkyk4uqaKKhSWDsmCcd4Zjpo/s800-h/Sam-shooting-marc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb0gldyHRKX1396pY7O-Ny5w0W5aQTHW9v3456r2fd1V6OmUqy0qXL1qA30C3JyI4Cef50cHugGZUuvp01ldTcwaSpwx607_8yPJsZ-nUzY4sIi_Dcr0gRmkyk4uqaKKhSWDsmCcd4Zjpo/s800/Sam-shooting-marc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346943079697453490" border="0" /></a><br />The two guns swiveled and the hard gray eyes were looking at me now. Madder went a little way towards Sype and pointed his Smith & Wesson at Sype's chest. The girl smiled, not a nice smile. "Bright boy, eh? You sure stick your neck out all the time, don't you?"<br /><br /><br />For more in technicolor: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/veryveryquiet/sets/72157619132921809/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/veryveryquiet/sets/72157619132921809/</a><br /><br /><br />----------------------<br />All quotations from:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Trouble is my business</span>, R. Chandler; <span style="font-style: italic;">Farewell, My Love</span>, R. Chandler; <span style="font-style: italic;">The Big Sleep</span>, R. Chandler; <span style="font-style: italic;">Killer in the Rain</span>, R. Chandler.Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-61767335719549988782009-06-04T13:22:00.000-07:002010-02-12T15:29:14.687-08:00The day before the Noir PartyAnd there it came, the long expected celebration of various anniversaries and many birthdays in 40s style.<br /><br />The first thing I wanted to show you is the poster made by my husband for the party. It think it's great, and it perfectly set the scene for everything that came later:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSPXom8XfKPkNJKzRgtm0V_pyxqWKOE4rmdkAPV0FauCCSR7hNq5n2jMRCo0vduTz43LhIy59qK44QXGMwLEs7JGftZ2SFrRVnRJ-A02VrDp2hnlc11NKZurkHqeUBlzDjGRTdIOxcPHtp/s800-h/poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSPXom8XfKPkNJKzRgtm0V_pyxqWKOE4rmdkAPV0FauCCSR7hNq5n2jMRCo0vduTz43LhIy59qK44QXGMwLEs7JGftZ2SFrRVnRJ-A02VrDp2hnlc11NKZurkHqeUBlzDjGRTdIOxcPHtp/s800/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344145858709925682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Where to start? I won't tell you about preparatory stages for the party i.e. deciding on the venue and the movie, but you have to believe me it was great fun from the very first second.<br />My outfit for the party?<br />The story of my outfit is rather complicated. It starts from the fact that for the last two months I was working hard on my corset and at the end I didn't wear it. Funnily enough it wasn't the corset's fault. It fits perfectly well, and as for a first corset, it's pretty impressive (be patient, I will show you the end result when I decide on the photo session idea). So, even though I was very happy about the final result, I realised my corset featuring outfit was more of a Victorian style meeting Dita von Teese half way through. Not a bad match at all, but not necessarily for the Noir theme. Hence, a week before the party, I changed my mind and decided to wear an old dress I got from my mum-in-law ages ago (she was shocked when I confessed I still have this dress). I will let you judge whether it was a good decision or not, but I felt I got the effect I was aiming at.<br /><br />Before I show you the pictures from the party, I think I have something you may find somehow interesting - backstage photos taken during the last minute shopping in both vintage stores in Digbeth.<br /><br />On Friday, the day before the party, our first guests arrived and we all agreed shopping was on the top of our list of priorities, right after raspberry muffins (!)<br /><br />It was hilarious to see the girls getting all crazy about every single detail of their outfits: Dorota emerging from the changing room in all sorts of dresses and not being able to take the decision on which to buy; Marta desperately trying to decide between two bags out of which one being more useful for daily purposes and the other one perfectly matching her black dress with pearls (eh, dilemmas); Ola, as always, taking fully professional decision in 5 seconds; Elettra having trouble with almost everything; and Barbara shyly presenting her dress which I totally loved when I saw it on her the next day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdltQ0vMG50TB2wIjqUe18B_jYffN0LjAE1PddJHI4HV-1909I7o0mc9nZkVF5ttKa23yrZoOkwiNejsXID8nJRTee-MTTIfrnqCzNw7f4Dnx_9yayCblaYTP7DS_IDJon9p82xIlL3Y8v/s800-h/Whats-best-for-Barbara.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdltQ0vMG50TB2wIjqUe18B_jYffN0LjAE1PddJHI4HV-1909I7o0mc9nZkVF5ttKa23yrZoOkwiNejsXID8nJRTee-MTTIfrnqCzNw7f4Dnx_9yayCblaYTP7DS_IDJon9p82xIlL3Y8v/s800/Whats-best-for-Barbara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343950915990051602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDD2c4PwWT5AzmEyhasHRm19VJVNm4DaleB9EHuIEN1UpnkjqFgsulHdw3JAVmMoswsXuaRiXEqnIC-CZIOyv7jIaGS7S6ZsjI0siVfZiEBpDQfsCGQeBuWRiejTojOZnXGbWYV4Rt-HY/s800-h/Bags-in-Cow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDD2c4PwWT5AzmEyhasHRm19VJVNm4DaleB9EHuIEN1UpnkjqFgsulHdw3JAVmMoswsXuaRiXEqnIC-CZIOyv7jIaGS7S6ZsjI0siVfZiEBpDQfsCGQeBuWRiejTojOZnXGbWYV4Rt-HY/s800/Bags-in-Cow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344144085902640962" border="0" /></a><br />Bags, too many bags!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWkOxDxW9ighK3uklkUPgcAuueTWXbO_3-QU1xNg7g5154dBrOjR8ZJQMdv80lGfINajpIvIt2whvq1HG0ye9Gu505k6UhK9yGELMjmCMZlcDws5x59D_KWw5Z300KXmIELaR7NShm7j5/s800-h/Dylematy-Marty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWkOxDxW9ighK3uklkUPgcAuueTWXbO_3-QU1xNg7g5154dBrOjR8ZJQMdv80lGfINajpIvIt2whvq1HG0ye9Gu505k6UhK9yGELMjmCMZlcDws5x59D_KWw5Z300KXmIELaR7NShm7j5/s800/Dylematy-Marty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343984570439813794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBhj2qfvH_vcss6VEHpFTPwpScIcRYfQxPYvLZnz9WVjDvKAqJHm52o7Fud_KrFKB3JlkZRMHUeRIOb1zGwsHsr7ysTgdHJ87ydrRZiE_z6fn1UBH8cA03UPx1HKLWid9IEPSiZn1R7H2/s800-h/Marta-in-a-mood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBhj2qfvH_vcss6VEHpFTPwpScIcRYfQxPYvLZnz9WVjDvKAqJHm52o7Fud_KrFKB3JlkZRMHUeRIOb1zGwsHsr7ysTgdHJ87ydrRZiE_z6fn1UBH8cA03UPx1HKLWid9IEPSiZn1R7H2/s800/Marta-in-a-mood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343984982131935650" border="0" /></a>I've got enough of bags, let's go to shoes, it will be way easier, right?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYYak2k-xc44rZdOrrIN2eMQZEX96519TTDTNdBJblqSAmtohcg-gmdh00DRkZyC4oIO_hhKxXLITJyXllK6vpDcy5T_lo4EqV1vTANDtiwM5W4G5-PC4zWi6sPJ7jYTJWAB1Urc7cZQki/s800-h/Jakby-sukienek-bylo-malo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYYak2k-xc44rZdOrrIN2eMQZEX96519TTDTNdBJblqSAmtohcg-gmdh00DRkZyC4oIO_hhKxXLITJyXllK6vpDcy5T_lo4EqV1vTANDtiwM5W4G5-PC4zWi6sPJ7jYTJWAB1Urc7cZQki/s800/Jakby-sukienek-bylo-malo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343985660320223906" border="0" /></a>Try that one as well, and that one, and...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumUOSwkaWTEsxvQO7J7ZDxZZcgfE5bKBz6RMD9GQ94JJEjhj6160m92ISRzMYs939LQ4dOqMgMEqxBowFzZECF7uWQZT2EY_gPgd3GZXns3BoaFP8BJCNcA9ncUi3nJea3TxHwsUZ79jE/s800-h/I-jeszcze-ta-przymierz-Dorka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumUOSwkaWTEsxvQO7J7ZDxZZcgfE5bKBz6RMD9GQ94JJEjhj6160m92ISRzMYs939LQ4dOqMgMEqxBowFzZECF7uWQZT2EY_gPgd3GZXns3BoaFP8BJCNcA9ncUi3nJea3TxHwsUZ79jE/s800/I-jeszcze-ta-przymierz-Dorka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343984782921249762" border="0" /></a><br />That one, without any doubts!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvF-SP-CNG7VfzcCjlCQ1-vEfftaKkHk3YcYYFy-61yuH5acT0JTf_x03YaU8BbK5_MSxJbcYrVJbSx5WzEoa-dUkTVqC63g6SFr4rFDViOofGYV8sRVdbD_HfaW_tQS3GtHv38L23_GQ1/s800-h/Ta-i-zadna-inna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvF-SP-CNG7VfzcCjlCQ1-vEfftaKkHk3YcYYFy-61yuH5acT0JTf_x03YaU8BbK5_MSxJbcYrVJbSx5WzEoa-dUkTVqC63g6SFr4rFDViOofGYV8sRVdbD_HfaW_tQS3GtHv38L23_GQ1/s800/Ta-i-zadna-inna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343985443971443682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">One more second, it's only 20 dresses left:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c6eRJ9iVP2ey5LB0jKue53rrzksYpXHZsom-knw67pHfrQhYauNMKANw9ZZi99xk4dLITnfxUmpes-Pe26tOZCkfaPJaWJztYPXx4vL7nTzEMCwQ8pUc1Dtb1J8KgIZgm2x-ms_xdVox/s800-h/Jeszcze-tylko-chwilka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c6eRJ9iVP2ey5LB0jKue53rrzksYpXHZsom-knw67pHfrQhYauNMKANw9ZZi99xk4dLITnfxUmpes-Pe26tOZCkfaPJaWJztYPXx4vL7nTzEMCwQ8pUc1Dtb1J8KgIZgm2x-ms_xdVox/s800/Jeszcze-tylko-chwilka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343985156690881122" border="0" /></a></div><br />It was a long day. At midnight the clock stroke Marta's birthday and we officially started the Noir party. This was one of the most hilarious moments on that day. I don't think I'm allowed to say why, but believe me, we had great fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhur9PNDP1fTPDQDBjpgbWzLggwfJf8YssuIiLg2Z89Pu8nZtW4cwhvpyURRyjgUqbMI2AQi1Y8h3Ts9LkkbMS32gGcSLhRKyIsxTlmrDzRgplXEu48GfkPKOOgSlUg8DPvhYp3oMv_rrAT/s800-h/The-Brolly-Works-Posse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhur9PNDP1fTPDQDBjpgbWzLggwfJf8YssuIiLg2Z89Pu8nZtW4cwhvpyURRyjgUqbMI2AQi1Y8h3Ts9LkkbMS32gGcSLhRKyIsxTlmrDzRgplXEu48GfkPKOOgSlUg8DPvhYp3oMv_rrAT/s800/The-Brolly-Works-Posse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344150943500095314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">All photos taken by Bohdan</span><br /></div>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-53858109047632581022009-05-25T14:06:00.000-07:002009-05-25T14:08:53.797-07:00Lady Noiror a story of a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IL5Nnay5sKY&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Flula.pl%2Flula%2F1%2C97804%2C6639259%2CMarion_Cottilard_jako_Lady_Noire.html&feature=player_embedded">bag</a>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-10420901808093183372009-05-25T13:58:00.000-07:002010-02-12T15:36:36.906-08:00ParisI didn't post these pictures before, but I think they are quite relevant now, as you can understand that even in Paris we were already in a vintage mood:<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJSY1XCd9kAtTCBCqRaqt96mbeOtcsfzhWzm3uEC_D7eeKLLBrnAHNvLdgm8lHGTNTKXKbm1CVfjvqqrj74qOWeaP9byv-0mLWWozA31BWmWcihau2jFGXZptTwVMxaM2YszFP1oGjax3/s800-h/DSC_0272.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJSY1XCd9kAtTCBCqRaqt96mbeOtcsfzhWzm3uEC_D7eeKLLBrnAHNvLdgm8lHGTNTKXKbm1CVfjvqqrj74qOWeaP9byv-0mLWWozA31BWmWcihau2jFGXZptTwVMxaM2YszFP1oGjax3/s800/DSC_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343561257257054962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXrgc1OvMxOZSGTQvkBfGunEITxq7LiaxeNcwVvcx9CGtbqrn_LT3ep2v_ryrjrs9UVV5rk4M81PDLyy8RmXZzyU3hyphenhyphen-hrlqQQE-nneTMWPeJajvqGtLnfVB5uUsKgWxcCK-uCHE5rCn8/s800-h/40s-bohdan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXrgc1OvMxOZSGTQvkBfGunEITxq7LiaxeNcwVvcx9CGtbqrn_LT3ep2v_ryrjrs9UVV5rk4M81PDLyy8RmXZzyU3hyphenhyphen-hrlqQQE-nneTMWPeJajvqGtLnfVB5uUsKgWxcCK-uCHE5rCn8/s800/40s-bohdan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343569242201372210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Searching for vintage treasures at Porte de Vanves Flea Market:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfltOpK4im3D-Evw9PLpRgeR4ouqiezn3XONgOmaVUCFzSA-hYswQzOAlN8M6Jp1EqbbP6NsAEToP6X5HPJt9gKwu9eBHpv7HTbgMJ39JLmYnDreHm-VMpmsrHv5FjgZdYPY-9_HCDy2Ti/s800-h/Porte-de-Vanves.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfltOpK4im3D-Evw9PLpRgeR4ouqiezn3XONgOmaVUCFzSA-hYswQzOAlN8M6Jp1EqbbP6NsAEToP6X5HPJt9gKwu9eBHpv7HTbgMJ39JLmYnDreHm-VMpmsrHv5FjgZdYPY-9_HCDy2Ti/s800/Porte-de-Vanves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343565094582539922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3QFA2HbUnYvLuD1uAeSFysyz8mejexP3senFmDPy-Bim4OW8J3yEj4dCxI4IU3pQqx0iurbRVsBa1kozdqyCR4PwUu1DxUIZnOudzd2K93wzQy5Tg7lTBToRVXaiVzjJ0gBUrphaeNWnY/s800-h/DSC_0144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3QFA2HbUnYvLuD1uAeSFysyz8mejexP3senFmDPy-Bim4OW8J3yEj4dCxI4IU3pQqx0iurbRVsBa1kozdqyCR4PwUu1DxUIZnOudzd2K93wzQy5Tg7lTBToRVXaiVzjJ0gBUrphaeNWnY/s800/DSC_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343560610787707442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I didn't buy anything but I kinda regret I didn't go for this hat.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyRCu_86hIFbX7JuAaeV7rFwTX2QiPhrO9rNTxV08EU7e0-9aOJhBComb1AeMVqrILi2RPfcrBDgQ0iIYFfP4mVP9KCmVwhNNECRy_CGYtE3Jmv1rXpHMFwb8oT2zNP-agBPac7z6VzOf/s800-h/Hat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyRCu_86hIFbX7JuAaeV7rFwTX2QiPhrO9rNTxV08EU7e0-9aOJhBComb1AeMVqrILi2RPfcrBDgQ0iIYFfP4mVP9KCmVwhNNECRy_CGYtE3Jmv1rXpHMFwb8oT2zNP-agBPac7z6VzOf/s800/Hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343561654321051986" border="0" /></a>Hats are great. The more I wear them, the more I like the way they change my entire look. I can change from an ordinary and a very simple outfit into something special simply by adding a hat.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDodWTByQkQ03nXvKYUqnxRG_iKzUgZVlnSVysmqL0N485RKfUsmsyUuqECLZt2WowrGAHyor18BX15nBaKS2S4teIXMB3koQSHjpBz9jBhX6Gu48S64hUdlYAO1Ju4kT6j3pt8nbUXl5/s800-h/DSC_0166.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDodWTByQkQ03nXvKYUqnxRG_iKzUgZVlnSVysmqL0N485RKfUsmsyUuqECLZt2WowrGAHyor18BX15nBaKS2S4teIXMB3koQSHjpBz9jBhX6Gu48S64hUdlYAO1Ju4kT6j3pt8nbUXl5/s800/DSC_0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343565606179478850" border="0" /></a>Nice, isn't it?<br />This is how I gonna look like in 30 years time when I will be selling all vintage treasures I am gathering now.<br /></div>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-3868270567523277772009-05-22T11:56:00.001-07:002009-05-22T12:36:36.060-07:00myvintagevogueNothing to add here, just enjoy:<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vintagevogue/"><br />http://www.flickr.com/photos/vintagevogue/</a><br /><br />That should certainly keep me busy for the rest of the weekend, how about you?Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-68683134396825024212009-05-11T11:58:00.000-07:002009-05-23T12:38:33.912-07:0040sThe big Film Noir party is near, and everybody is asking about some outfit suggestions. I could go on with my inspirations forever, especially, that I keep watching Noir movies almost every day now :)<br /><div><br />How about this one:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX20A7I6jRmGg2kau71zSlIMg1MiQ6eAlGawr7Rs8EZ3O9D2wsbXev8AmQzW2bWEPj5Vet40tba-SdTCXvI-HYeRUu6mlMDogJZHwLoYMZMjly9Xg7kCKmmRM4r8yk4p2XrJh0STBUceK7/s1600-h/Bogart+and+Mary+Astor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX20A7I6jRmGg2kau71zSlIMg1MiQ6eAlGawr7Rs8EZ3O9D2wsbXev8AmQzW2bWEPj5Vet40tba-SdTCXvI-HYeRUu6mlMDogJZHwLoYMZMjly9Xg7kCKmmRM4r8yk4p2XrJh0STBUceK7/s320/Bogart+and+Mary+Astor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336545135005519714" border="0" /></a>Or this one:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UUxLqlLZinXdnw0hYbN2hr7iVKohTElXT7sG3B5fJkNI87kyaZQvQQlpLIhZX9QWH3wHlCfgRlWkTdHmvJeNeCh0nkZu6pk1HRn7tNkS1KhV8vog1OJ0CTxKx0wm31mA_0JOty0oj592/s1600-h/Rita+Hayworth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UUxLqlLZinXdnw0hYbN2hr7iVKohTElXT7sG3B5fJkNI87kyaZQvQQlpLIhZX9QWH3wHlCfgRlWkTdHmvJeNeCh0nkZu6pk1HRn7tNkS1KhV8vog1OJ0CTxKx0wm31mA_0JOty0oj592/s320/Rita+Hayworth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336546881643008418" border="0" /></a><br /></div>For more inspirations, check out this website:<br /><div><a href="http://www.moviemaidens.com/">http://www.moviemaidens.com/</a><br />It's great, although it could be more trustworthy. Some actresses suspiciously change their faces, i.e. if you look at Joan Collins, you will see a variety of 'her' faces! Some much nicer than others ;) BTW do you have the same problem with her? She's so much 'Dynasty' for me that even her older pictures seem like a part of the same story.<br />Anyway...<br />Speaking of 40s, I am a great fan of this silhouette. And I promised myself to make and wear more of this style dresses and skirts.<br /><br />Here are some of my favourites to come:<br /></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Jaroszewska's collection inspired by 40s</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MFEcqFsKFVouYbCYF8EEEunxso25pXzDutqB_OG7T-o5HoqBA-pucYCqKqkRaipK8rKJofvHXCkPySfnsFnEtuWOMKeorXE_DCRTEh9VLIBO49DZNROVA0wMBd1cLHqOVFHQQSFTy3gw/s1600-h/Jaroszewskas40scollection2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334685475357777938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MFEcqFsKFVouYbCYF8EEEunxso25pXzDutqB_OG7T-o5HoqBA-pucYCqKqkRaipK8rKJofvHXCkPySfnsFnEtuWOMKeorXE_DCRTEh9VLIBO49DZNROVA0wMBd1cLHqOVFHQQSFTy3gw/s320/Jaroszewskas40scollection2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi639iktyQA5FHT-2bZ0mmXEOcHeLnC-yn46BdisvpqviG2FFHjZZ19bah-E8FPCecWbrpFrY5QoU3sU53orTmgIYq7XiCsxrkWmTNy8R1y5lUaO82imkunh2Hi8HED2_rXCEpTf8bXQr2d/s1600-h/Jaroszewskas40s+collection.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335050825021385266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi639iktyQA5FHT-2bZ0mmXEOcHeLnC-yn46BdisvpqviG2FFHjZZ19bah-E8FPCecWbrpFrY5QoU3sU53orTmgIYq7XiCsxrkWmTNy8R1y5lUaO82imkunh2Hi8HED2_rXCEpTf8bXQr2d/s320/Jaroszewskas40s+collection.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dior</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUCLvbGkAH4bYhs6ZEW1XMEhyphenhyphen6oIXzbv0r2kfB_oi6kNYGQ8z0QRkJwWHvUJe65o4rnCU7JNhWa7HmFt0kJeswAM8pMPXHHgZsWlGeFtpYXHa0kBq7ZWPQ3BYoxOXMzCUvQ5rPTyi9S_ZT/s1600-h/Dior+grey+jacket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335075096080554194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 231px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUCLvbGkAH4bYhs6ZEW1XMEhyphenhyphen6oIXzbv0r2kfB_oi6kNYGQ8z0QRkJwWHvUJe65o4rnCU7JNhWa7HmFt0kJeswAM8pMPXHHgZsWlGeFtpYXHa0kBq7ZWPQ3BYoxOXMzCUvQ5rPTyi9S_ZT/s320/Dior+grey+jacket.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Karen Elson wearing Marni skirt:</span><br /></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2zeIJ5_lzZFnvROEduD-U0e4a5AlFgMDSS53R6eN9a9oi6868G_DidFs-ohv1t4W61kQfIChEeIQHT5HZWVKsx5C-PzaA4tHJOixrC-gAS8i3movvr38AUOOSaTARwly7tVBigZxPMJf/s1600-h/Venus+and+Mars+jacket+and+marni+skirt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335055356571588290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 228px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2zeIJ5_lzZFnvROEduD-U0e4a5AlFgMDSS53R6eN9a9oi6868G_DidFs-ohv1t4W61kQfIChEeIQHT5HZWVKsx5C-PzaA4tHJOixrC-gAS8i3movvr38AUOOSaTARwly7tVBigZxPMJf/s320/Venus+and+Mars+jacket+and+marni+skirt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">And, of course, Dita:</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3PfEmBj5qUToPVUl6uVmSe8uN_5pPmr97D0hWR0kw5upyFYBcoyrAdrlm2CKvZhDdW3Qi-p7GEebC3-3plngj0zAnYjJkn0gruRf_RXncweQV4fzrKVQM7_UrbjqmK6zxI14Xjfw6jUT/s1600-h/Dita+in+paris.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335075194105078706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 196px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3PfEmBj5qUToPVUl6uVmSe8uN_5pPmr97D0hWR0kw5upyFYBcoyrAdrlm2CKvZhDdW3Qi-p7GEebC3-3plngj0zAnYjJkn0gruRf_RXncweQV4fzrKVQM7_UrbjqmK6zxI14Xjfw6jUT/s320/Dita+in+paris.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqsnBrpoAfs49W8wZINyTj2An2x0B83zVSuR27IEwPrFEE-U-CWNC-w1V4m-F8gWA-9RqpeBB1Idha-cQa_dmBmkZcna8aZfDnUjcRbBtJw1NojJ-qRZ9T2Wn_bc54JL4fBy1i7HFRwWo/s1600-h/dita_von_teese+in+Dior.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335075018769740322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqsnBrpoAfs49W8wZINyTj2An2x0B83zVSuR27IEwPrFEE-U-CWNC-w1V4m-F8gWA-9RqpeBB1Idha-cQa_dmBmkZcna8aZfDnUjcRbBtJw1NojJ-qRZ9T2Wn_bc54JL4fBy1i7HFRwWo/s320/dita_von_teese+in+Dior.jpg" border="0" /></a>Love that hat!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />And the last picture, slightly different style, same silhouette:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiheUZL96lqk-4KOnOq1Dgqsh7b2xO5GIdM48aLKHDqVFEnLWzl2W1oQxd2EgwsKC5OsvpvZI6FKGkqxhem6w1bMptfwzK9L6_Hk5WwPhIz-UJ0ob8CH8x5mBOKc_57l5_JeSxdPoabz5xq/s1600-h/Fot+Ruven+Afanador.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiheUZL96lqk-4KOnOq1Dgqsh7b2xO5GIdM48aLKHDqVFEnLWzl2W1oQxd2EgwsKC5OsvpvZI6FKGkqxhem6w1bMptfwzK9L6_Hk5WwPhIz-UJ0ob8CH8x5mBOKc_57l5_JeSxdPoabz5xq/s320/Fot+Ruven+Afanador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336537603175303858" border="0" /></a><br />taken from this website: <a href="http://www.art-dept.com/artists/afanador/">http://www.art-dept.com/artists/afanador/</a><br />I'm out of words for his work.<br /><br /><br /><br />Watch this space, as I am all crazy about 40s now. And it's gonna be more of them from now on :)<br /></div>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-30694127901501651492009-05-09T12:32:00.000-07:002010-02-13T00:37:30.186-08:00Purple challenge, part 2I am sorry for not posting lately. I was busy changing the first digit of my age quantifier. We celebrated this big day in Paris doing lots of fun things, among others cycling all over the city. I think I'm gonna dedicate a separate post to this cycling experience, because it was totally awesome.<br /><br />But now, the promised finale of the big purple challenge.<br /><br />To refresh your memories, the purple top in a different setting - a more formal and work compatible version:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6AkVns-RLP5f_5EzA_pJfJ0QcpXoI63k9dYpDDd5JoSpOcx4CZY5nokmL3-Av2GsmPhbCz5Tmi4jI5F790iUMmr2lBhnEdYafBGSZvewpY46FVuOp1uWIj6HWMH8xjQmLioFNEZniY4I/s800-h/bluzka1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6AkVns-RLP5f_5EzA_pJfJ0QcpXoI63k9dYpDDd5JoSpOcx4CZY5nokmL3-Av2GsmPhbCz5Tmi4jI5F790iUMmr2lBhnEdYafBGSZvewpY46FVuOp1uWIj6HWMH8xjQmLioFNEZniY4I/s800/bluzka1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333942240009429810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtNjK_ppxOpUsvWSU913irMbLApgtYGbfB5jWOBOkmw34TIEoRLNpxEbAy74sMramtSJlR3_h0whTOyJNNsP5y0SVrLTwGjR1e3FlRzevQModq6R0TG4AOg_yG7ZDqK4S3d1nJNAmg4bG/s800-h/bluzka2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtNjK_ppxOpUsvWSU913irMbLApgtYGbfB5jWOBOkmw34TIEoRLNpxEbAy74sMramtSJlR3_h0whTOyJNNsP5y0SVrLTwGjR1e3FlRzevQModq6R0TG4AOg_yG7ZDqK4S3d1nJNAmg4bG/s800/bluzka2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333942380721239538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6S8m1Q9Mzgm5MlUX9vmZ8ImzJ66khJ3sehphyphenhyphenmGZxgb1F2vwe3tyrY00SePFOCA54AMYrMxhg-ts2Qwj7H-mJeupa09zcsQxtcsFpgv-BKAnzetd_bUEvSuIxRI45v3MK8EPIpWCk7vT/s800-h/bluzka3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6S8m1Q9Mzgm5MlUX9vmZ8ImzJ66khJ3sehphyphenhyphenmGZxgb1F2vwe3tyrY00SePFOCA54AMYrMxhg-ts2Qwj7H-mJeupa09zcsQxtcsFpgv-BKAnzetd_bUEvSuIxRI45v3MK8EPIpWCk7vT/s800/bluzka3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333942508085081026" border="0" /></a><br />And finally, I have the pleasure to present my new purple dress (formerly the bottom of the big purple dress). Hope you like it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQ9M_VRpweSIYn_Vd4BYc6CB7ZM8HrJu3sSAjWWP5Id5kVa5qiIRivtBfah1JWqXFb6Kf7p1IczutkFCGCZXU2o65FQ_-HfgvLollpjEzC8nyhZPeVX9CNC43w7LbabflYBsglMX2XDJJ/s800-h/dress1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQ9M_VRpweSIYn_Vd4BYc6CB7ZM8HrJu3sSAjWWP5Id5kVa5qiIRivtBfah1JWqXFb6Kf7p1IczutkFCGCZXU2o65FQ_-HfgvLollpjEzC8nyhZPeVX9CNC43w7LbabflYBsglMX2XDJJ/s800/dress1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333942874208318786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I must admit, I love it. It catches people's attention wherever I go. I got a flower once from a guy on the street who said that he had to give me the flower to match the dress :)<br />And the most important thing - it's soooo comfy that I have to stop myself from wearing it every day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7BLVwOSDmXsNnZBntLxcV1_wjJxV_0cg-v5CBT7qoPCrMT6BRRiRle0uTtpArRz7uxbOJwHGwvUNCB6vd-ShOiJl7A3jP7zslmLV0CZ7hpZJ28jgE4p5h18hivQ84f3sfgFtgSL59zOpd/s800-h/dress-cut.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7BLVwOSDmXsNnZBntLxcV1_wjJxV_0cg-v5CBT7qoPCrMT6BRRiRle0uTtpArRz7uxbOJwHGwvUNCB6vd-ShOiJl7A3jP7zslmLV0CZ7hpZJ28jgE4p5h18hivQ84f3sfgFtgSL59zOpd/s800/dress-cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333942727994597362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgHctl41LH89hR4Op63lGI6j1Br3nIOI7Pj_26WGZoVBO1SfLwoQGc-N7KQn35dr8L1gYjoQkQPiycar_wbkmOFOEfSlkXv9rAaYOd1bDLJs-ye3tTQU4-1M1pm_Jiv9eYke6pqBy5BWIV/s800-h/dress2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgHctl41LH89hR4Op63lGI6j1Br3nIOI7Pj_26WGZoVBO1SfLwoQGc-N7KQn35dr8L1gYjoQkQPiycar_wbkmOFOEfSlkXv9rAaYOd1bDLJs-ye3tTQU4-1M1pm_Jiv9eYke6pqBy5BWIV/s800/dress2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333943158112115138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fD44sDLrb0mmrHDzOtUbmPShfvAo8GrKSFQN0y0P1-e76x9ucJ9tJH0dVa-ylNb8peTlx0Gh0mdoiJQE7hRRYsLD-P_AipOHBxn3t3Eh6mlw9l8xyCMtAb6FXJg27C0KIPJc_ji6jo4_/s800-h/dress3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fD44sDLrb0mmrHDzOtUbmPShfvAo8GrKSFQN0y0P1-e76x9ucJ9tJH0dVa-ylNb8peTlx0Gh0mdoiJQE7hRRYsLD-P_AipOHBxn3t3Eh6mlw9l8xyCMtAb6FXJg27C0KIPJc_ji6jo4_/s800/dress3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333943354706395154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfL4pznY3b_GLFEVvT7v4hQskg7r5Q0HD_oTal6TpbNdTb41DeVGj510_3O2Xd4aLQ9yCPLVamzvsemer5T1pfqvFoVsH4bnMe9777WUqgdyRapFzFTBPqzmSvUgXBokufCAJNttt5qCPd/s800-h/dress-back1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfL4pznY3b_GLFEVvT7v4hQskg7r5Q0HD_oTal6TpbNdTb41DeVGj510_3O2Xd4aLQ9yCPLVamzvsemer5T1pfqvFoVsH4bnMe9777WUqgdyRapFzFTBPqzmSvUgXBokufCAJNttt5qCPd/s800/dress-back1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333943555876988354" border="0" /></a>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-77886367959430101882009-04-22T00:01:00.000-07:002009-04-22T00:03:11.948-07:00Big purple challenge, Part II bought this dress in March, but I couldn't post any photos since the best photographer in the city was busy working on his doctoral dissertation and we didn't really have time for any photo sessions.<br />That's why today, I will show you just a part of my project. The second part will come when my husband comes back from Poland.<br /><br />This photo was taken just to show you the dress before I started working on it. It was big, ugly and dirty:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZIe2Pul86URXSfGSjXRhYieRRa4W9XS3c6fwrTOM4vO6X_q_k4ce7WbS7XBAh16C-P1g5thKIAai4jTjNe6hGDBHhjkGC-TAhSNS8GZAYouXfSzwn0jtrvOiUSqm9srys42XDyp26i3X/s1600-h/Big-purple-dress.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZIe2Pul86URXSfGSjXRhYieRRa4W9XS3c6fwrTOM4vO6X_q_k4ce7WbS7XBAh16C-P1g5thKIAai4jTjNe6hGDBHhjkGC-TAhSNS8GZAYouXfSzwn0jtrvOiUSqm9srys42XDyp26i3X/s320/Big-purple-dress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327221274074475682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was hanging in Cow for about a month or maybe even longer. I remember seeing it for a couple of times before I actually touched it. But it was enough for me to touch the fabric and, suddenly, I had the whole project in my head.<br /><br />This is the effect, or rather the first half of it:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6E3nn9AYrTIX7OiNdkd0E-WaYGqxHSnZdODt5iFWBDrx9H2UXJ8W87rXY-GreUJ8Dsu5ErjsxlvqqJLDe7jZSo3BQ52yRhTH5mmmeKK84pB1NoYKxQpgpe-rbShIPd_6rDteVrd7Po4BG/s1600-h/Mustard-skirst2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6E3nn9AYrTIX7OiNdkd0E-WaYGqxHSnZdODt5iFWBDrx9H2UXJ8W87rXY-GreUJ8Dsu5ErjsxlvqqJLDe7jZSo3BQ52yRhTH5mmmeKK84pB1NoYKxQpgpe-rbShIPd_6rDteVrd7Po4BG/s320/Mustard-skirst2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327224748358233346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FlWV9y39T_46jTzk89nmbAztlinty6jITymcuj0dEipA_eVH_qZk50qUT-dwQPNBkPj6CQn049mOrXB8jua8ZE728xWie4c7qzjDxHqwyMTGKwKcLd_zVFpMaVi21B5MhO4O8DxctimK/s1600-h/Mustard-skirt1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FlWV9y39T_46jTzk89nmbAztlinty6jITymcuj0dEipA_eVH_qZk50qUT-dwQPNBkPj6CQn049mOrXB8jua8ZE728xWie4c7qzjDxHqwyMTGKwKcLd_zVFpMaVi21B5MhO4O8DxctimK/s320/Mustard-skirt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318686712150838386" border="0" /></a>I don't particularly like it with these boots, but it was really cold that day and I couldn't push myself to wear anything else. I certainly like the eighties' flavour of the whole outfit, though. And I absolutely love the way the sleeves are draped.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvX2TzcZAsIPDshXBAF84GuI_tv74Xkqn9nYcLOdJPWPMTFpO0b71l-nWJNo9DdG9Ww4_uuRMhsLFz_2GBZxAQJcvnNzu2UlaZxjrK6OvyTFJnnBux2FKeV7VLifYDhtysmZyFs2p0mIog/s1600-h/Mustard-skirt-back.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvX2TzcZAsIPDshXBAF84GuI_tv74Xkqn9nYcLOdJPWPMTFpO0b71l-nWJNo9DdG9Ww4_uuRMhsLFz_2GBZxAQJcvnNzu2UlaZxjrK6OvyTFJnnBux2FKeV7VLifYDhtysmZyFs2p0mIog/s320/Mustard-skirt-back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318686524141833490" border="0" /></a>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-32297913703494889382009-04-05T10:13:00.000-07:002010-02-14T16:55:57.639-08:00A grey day set<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLza28gg33-C0yDhqO5TN9lM-cv4VREbXRdQQrrYd6wSx6z5MdgBnDZbbl9OclZPIOGv9bmRuHhnTXH4JtyVXcOO6OBFDzoSPFeB9H9C_WioByXHty68Q-RVmWfTa7EO5_S9olqCRo6IY/s1600-h/Gray+phase.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLza28gg33-C0yDhqO5TN9lM-cv4VREbXRdQQrrYd6wSx6z5MdgBnDZbbl9OclZPIOGv9bmRuHhnTXH4JtyVXcOO6OBFDzoSPFeB9H9C_WioByXHty68Q-RVmWfTa7EO5_S9olqCRo6IY/s800/Gray+phase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321259611901364850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VyLRLbI90EBkrkHCaRz9qOIq_XGRmjwZlcCGwYt5wW7il7gTxnkbPRyGQjCcptsTgyhCwldS7EhjJgmkGWQ0cXUSRehtpHS4nhXEN8LoGXZkkFh6roNRxGf2q1d6hC40obsBMymZcYh9/s1600-h/Mustard1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VyLRLbI90EBkrkHCaRz9qOIq_XGRmjwZlcCGwYt5wW7il7gTxnkbPRyGQjCcptsTgyhCwldS7EhjJgmkGWQ0cXUSRehtpHS4nhXEN8LoGXZkkFh6roNRxGf2q1d6hC40obsBMymZcYh9/s800/Mustard1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321258908929476578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This mustard skirt is my new project that came into life two weeks ago. It works very well with various colours but I like it very much with this grey set.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHw8THhlIqcexUyvCNeM_ZJchALpEB-4jefTEPu1JdkZk7oU139f5v2r8a8w7abCQNDuZAeF64HVYZMn4j6SgOXa7dCfExk8NcmGSCbGTd0X5VCJ-XNe34DyU95KEuE4s6GN12UKViTS4j/s1600-h/Mustard-with-shes2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHw8THhlIqcexUyvCNeM_ZJchALpEB-4jefTEPu1JdkZk7oU139f5v2r8a8w7abCQNDuZAeF64HVYZMn4j6SgOXa7dCfExk8NcmGSCbGTd0X5VCJ-XNe34DyU95KEuE4s6GN12UKViTS4j/s800/Mustard-with-shes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321258532448075058" border="0" /></a><br />Matching spot:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6W5YQeRTQm9Gztj_AzHcDvBE23cKvcwp5uHJ_pbvydTjEGqCbrDMz6mLg1w_7NsesCFcid_lzJkCw6ssOT63tk9ScT3SFfKLZaS0KuAZnLkkVrV6OrIV5YYrYkkz-MuAVhDC62ljaZKCT/s1600-h/Matching-place.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6W5YQeRTQm9Gztj_AzHcDvBE23cKvcwp5uHJ_pbvydTjEGqCbrDMz6mLg1w_7NsesCFcid_lzJkCw6ssOT63tk9ScT3SFfKLZaS0KuAZnLkkVrV6OrIV5YYrYkkz-MuAVhDC62ljaZKCT/s800/Matching-place.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321258350282704322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Wearing:<br />jacket (SuperDry), grey long sweater (Hennes - gift from my husband, now shortened and worn inside out), striped grey sweater (</span><span style="font-size:85%;">Urban Outfitters)</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, black top (Sisley), mustard skirt (Fabrykat) and vintage shoes from Cow. </span><br /></div>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-86201874007968767262009-03-22T01:09:00.000-07:002009-03-22T09:01:02.678-07:00Cow, where real treasures come fromI am not always in the mood for vintage shopping. I can't imagine shopping vintage when I'm tired or in a hurry. I need to have space for imagination and creativity in my head. Vintage shopping is more like fabric shopping. Vintage clothing, for me, is very often raw material for something completely different.<br />Yesterday was my vintage day. I went to Cow and bought some amazing clothes there. I hope to post them soon.<br />For now, just a taster:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC46xmhEU4vSkZKSBmW8eJTiCPOkgd0xQFIAAv4aNCSQ5isaasGWz2RVsSaT_JQ4sIAVeRs0c6TQ0xuY8W-bLDbNUPyFu8qJXNpwXcbIQfcH2U3sI4RXH9arrrXofpK233ZeXTgTUYIdRm/s1600-h/shopping-in-cow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC46xmhEU4vSkZKSBmW8eJTiCPOkgd0xQFIAAv4aNCSQ5isaasGWz2RVsSaT_JQ4sIAVeRs0c6TQ0xuY8W-bLDbNUPyFu8qJXNpwXcbIQfcH2U3sI4RXH9arrrXofpK233ZeXTgTUYIdRm/s320/shopping-in-cow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315930176058542866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Picture taken in Cow. I'm wearing an All Saints jacket, a Fabrykat dress (which is actually my prom dress, made many many years ago*, now shortened and successfully adapted for everyday purposes), an Urban Outfitters bag, and my new vintage shoes sought out in Cow yesterday.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdUxzV-Lw5n8pwDD5IEcfa_UnEOH8ZD053G6YcHegmkc-9oit3Vx9Ta_SoE-2jquimEmeVD1kAv18TcG28Az7TAmktZz6fPIc_oVx0xtCLWJVUDWdAkMfNDTrrvO3RWaOuvTZL6gSivm07/s1600-h/blue+shoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdUxzV-Lw5n8pwDD5IEcfa_UnEOH8ZD053G6YcHegmkc-9oit3Vx9Ta_SoE-2jquimEmeVD1kAv18TcG28Az7TAmktZz6fPIc_oVx0xtCLWJVUDWdAkMfNDTrrvO3RWaOuvTZL6gSivm07/s320/blue+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041692340285010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">* I remember that the night before my prom I was still in the middle of sewing. And actually, I may well have ended up going to my prom naked or wearing jeans. But I was too proud to admit failure, and decided not to go to bed at all, which was extremely stupid of me. But then my mom arrived from one of her endless trips, took the dress from me, pushed me to go to bed and finished the whole hemming with immaculate hand-stitching. I loved her so much that day.<br /></div></div>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-9891533756415690032009-03-15T13:21:00.000-07:002010-02-14T17:00:41.598-08:00Green Socks for St Patrick<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrS8iAH6vY5nX56f1E1CVt_Ycg2PK4cR-pWhaE_EggJ72WZwRidjw3whGI2mzYN9bXYQaI0qYze62xC5aqTph6f7GdPW1yIjTKj_E31SPo6MZSDzspA7eERUYETxbOJ_lXjvExtOiKio9/s1600-h/greensocksforstpatrick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrS8iAH6vY5nX56f1E1CVt_Ycg2PK4cR-pWhaE_EggJ72WZwRidjw3whGI2mzYN9bXYQaI0qYze62xC5aqTph6f7GdPW1yIjTKj_E31SPo6MZSDzspA7eERUYETxbOJ_lXjvExtOiKio9/s800/greensocksforstpatrick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313514793879810226" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah, we had a St Patrick parade today, and I decided to show my green socks to the world. But the reason to post these pictures here is actually not socks but my trousers.<br />I made them about 15 years ago. I'm not kidding you. They are still alive, and I love wearing them. They are comfy and made from good quality wool. They are actually longer, but I like wearing them that way. It makes them look even more vintage.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYceO6Vl1QMTZ6_uE9CGS2P4GEMXZ9na1LciAG0_ovC0-dCjuDrca6ghWGU69aqHAs0kNl_og1zrngdBsSqhwPpcLE4Vi6UfoMLj3KVHQw3ksje4JXFZKIWp_QqkyQiFGJxeb4xbf7B3y/s1600-h/whatyagonnado.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYceO6Vl1QMTZ6_uE9CGS2P4GEMXZ9na1LciAG0_ovC0-dCjuDrca6ghWGU69aqHAs0kNl_og1zrngdBsSqhwPpcLE4Vi6UfoMLj3KVHQw3ksje4JXFZKIWp_QqkyQiFGJxeb4xbf7B3y/s800/whatyagonnado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313514948516961202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz_bhZwcP-ldJROjRb0u1p3oc1C1dKaFSrBiv_MrO9lx6mZZfz93gC6Tw-YNPJQTv0HgQjCBxOW_mYUYD2vAqJOB2a3UDcFrV370IVI_r3a42pdfRwOMy2nvzt1p-XRUYLCH8xTayDJ4Hb/s1600-h/Blue-wall-for-trousers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz_bhZwcP-ldJROjRb0u1p3oc1C1dKaFSrBiv_MrO9lx6mZZfz93gC6Tw-YNPJQTv0HgQjCBxOW_mYUYD2vAqJOB2a3UDcFrV370IVI_r3a42pdfRwOMy2nvzt1p-XRUYLCH8xTayDJ4Hb/s800/Blue-wall-for-trousers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313515092796254050" border="0" /></a><br />At the end of shooting we had a funny situation. We went to take these pictures on the opposite side of our street. Our microscopic and usually very silent street was very crowded today, because of the parade. And to my big surprise, during one shot, I was joined by this man:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6hQIDqsgy8Ce5E5EE3IZYLY4exmk-p_BhKhRVbT40fSJSg7tmxapjjFigct6N_kMIoFAHMHd6SG9nvCzLKzIf3JA0qX4-5BU4yjC8g3hhXsV6qiklWF04MLhcp755k1ADSKRaYcg9hq0/s1600-h/wannabeamodel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6hQIDqsgy8Ce5E5EE3IZYLY4exmk-p_BhKhRVbT40fSJSg7tmxapjjFigct6N_kMIoFAHMHd6SG9nvCzLKzIf3JA0qX4-5BU4yjC8g3hhXsV6qiklWF04MLhcp755k1ADSKRaYcg9hq0/s800/wannabeamodel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313520221357404210" border="0" /></a>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-48317116536733134122009-03-04T15:26:00.000-08:002009-03-10T14:12:03.418-07:00Speaking of shoes......here are my new Octavias:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGMb4AbKidnTznz_mL769zIs8OvVuKmmOEx307-kKDX_bzv1k4a0pn79CNalq_LeL0oiPVshSAhU9__de54CeRQJ1UzQaxLbSUXkroecjl5FMWMxdghTEIx7ykNa3g6iSNxeK6ro3yHNG/s1600-h/Sandals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGMb4AbKidnTznz_mL769zIs8OvVuKmmOEx307-kKDX_bzv1k4a0pn79CNalq_LeL0oiPVshSAhU9__de54CeRQJ1UzQaxLbSUXkroecjl5FMWMxdghTEIx7ykNa3g6iSNxeK6ro3yHNG/s320/Sandals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309478805827840578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Click on the photo to see the details of the packaging.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-P1rGW_r_4ctY6pW8NjW3WKC6gaP5uhJYi9ftlb6gIu3cN1E7JshKqCD4wXMwfJ9fm0dlbOyuVBRWc2Q16IH3cxqUustrA06mbxVjmResVsGwbYOSU-Xwkd7I24BiFiI7ILphAIMKE0I/s1600-h/Black-leather-sandals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-P1rGW_r_4ctY6pW8NjW3WKC6gaP5uhJYi9ftlb6gIu3cN1E7JshKqCD4wXMwfJ9fm0dlbOyuVBRWc2Q16IH3cxqUustrA06mbxVjmResVsGwbYOSU-Xwkd7I24BiFiI7ILphAIMKE0I/s320/Black-leather-sandals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309478911981381570" border="0" /></a><br />I purchased them on a sale at All Saints. They were lying in a corner, abandoned and unwanted, because it is not obvious how to wear them. All you see is two straps and you can do anything you want with them. Actually, that sounds great, but in the majority of the positions I came up with, they were very unstable, and that clearly made them unwearable. But finally, I found one position that worked perfectly well, and they got my respect for not being easy. Just in case you didn't know, 'not being easy' is a very important shoe feature. It's like riding a horse. The whole fun is with a difficult animal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbG9Fj1e7et-0tSiPT7SscYXh3RdQ3zKjVw9lvRyb0ILTSZLYh-kXK3TpZgoAx2cZCGUtqACnpGU7xsoAn4WnOVmDh7xiK-WryaJ4BmtIvWu-pFgjPomvxDL4d4PyTg3j9F9JK0frZL7SZ/s1600-h/AllSaints-sandals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbG9Fj1e7et-0tSiPT7SscYXh3RdQ3zKjVw9lvRyb0ILTSZLYh-kXK3TpZgoAx2cZCGUtqACnpGU7xsoAn4WnOVmDh7xiK-WryaJ4BmtIvWu-pFgjPomvxDL4d4PyTg3j9F9JK0frZL7SZ/s320/AllSaints-sandals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309479004567149010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love these shoes as much as I love All Saints as a whole. I would be ready to buy everything there, and I really have to stop myself every day from visiting their store.<br />Last week, I made a mistake and visited their website. I didn't buy everything only because I bought my sewing machine a week ago (it works on many levels now, I say), but look at these <a href="http://www.allsaintsshop.co.uk/">beauties</a>.Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-12340690065794908062009-03-01T07:08:00.000-08:002009-03-10T14:03:48.203-07:00My shoe is your shoe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHmNWbClHCvJa2yERRxAUgw5AcL8mW0sj58GG5zTnhn3WzZIfm2Pv0EkLUmfDkJw15w3QEvVTKsv0lNiVbiG4VBffQzhhEtgQofViWENf-FfTpkfOH8KV699lOjH2-pAfTdjZiKZszxmW/s1600-h/AWarholmyshoeisyourshoe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHmNWbClHCvJa2yERRxAUgw5AcL8mW0sj58GG5zTnhn3WzZIfm2Pv0EkLUmfDkJw15w3QEvVTKsv0lNiVbiG4VBffQzhhEtgQofViWENf-FfTpkfOH8KV699lOjH2-pAfTdjZiKZszxmW/s320/AWarholmyshoeisyourshoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309468429962647586" border="0" /></a><br />A little bit more about the event:<br />Digbeth is getting more 'user friendly'. Still, when I say that I love jogging along the Digbeth canal, people tend to stare at me with a certain expression on their face. This is the dodgy part of Birmingham, or at least this is how it's perceived.<br />But I see an enormous potential there. Imagine, a very central part of a city literally packed with abandoned Victorian factories. Isn't it a perfect location for artists and other freaks like us? I was totally in awe when I got the invitation for the Arts Party of the Year organised in Digbeth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFvcNMwB6QmPerkmcIwoeX_yERgpcqS4vyzMJHBDvUR8RSLvDcsVUJBo4h25XL4jMxwGa1IiOPln7PELfu3GyRNbekaOXIZQktZeWbkWS-VaFtyH61vcyy8iRc59W62OD3pO6gIG1EsHS/s1600-h/FazeleyStudios.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFvcNMwB6QmPerkmcIwoeX_yERgpcqS4vyzMJHBDvUR8RSLvDcsVUJBo4h25XL4jMxwGa1IiOPln7PELfu3GyRNbekaOXIZQktZeWbkWS-VaFtyH61vcyy8iRc59W62OD3pO6gIG1EsHS/s320/FazeleyStudios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789168284509186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here are some pics from this event (apologies for the quality, these were taken with my phone):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqymRw74J29zycPrTG3cX0PowK-MIIXDrzBNbOHxAOHtL7zB5RfTyE5oGGXbX8Yx2OpQ_b_Nt4AAYCuGfg4zSWY7175pXqO5xE4kiIHh2YmlNPjRp98IbfaVXZBL9Jo65GCMF_cnxYjSk/s1600-h/Show+purple+dress.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqymRw74J29zycPrTG3cX0PowK-MIIXDrzBNbOHxAOHtL7zB5RfTyE5oGGXbX8Yx2OpQ_b_Nt4AAYCuGfg4zSWY7175pXqO5xE4kiIHh2YmlNPjRp98IbfaVXZBL9Jo65GCMF_cnxYjSk/s320/Show+purple+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309473657725414402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDr7C8PPVQqNc6p4dbCHT7q276fO2W3MarQNTtSs8ZvwYusVPPGfwPuGsk5iObDpIc8f_idOxANCi8IhZdQC3p6hmQnNMCsevyuQYzRZhX5nCcW1LufNMauJsjA49Yk4elD3OYWp6TK6O/s1600-h/Second+show.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDr7C8PPVQqNc6p4dbCHT7q276fO2W3MarQNTtSs8ZvwYusVPPGfwPuGsk5iObDpIc8f_idOxANCi8IhZdQC3p6hmQnNMCsevyuQYzRZhX5nCcW1LufNMauJsjA49Yk4elD3OYWp6TK6O/s320/Second+show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309473754752994066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRLh8STNy-a4xi6JfQtvwvs5A2A1gnZu8vl0KCsYxMTcud4w9cvPd5ofiysf6qUgnHex4YOa-fGCvDLlh9f4vu2G-mukoEkajqYOujrGE3HJacZtflMiA3bBh0ZoUr_FG-l9bYKWSpL5O/s1600-h/concert+Arts+party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRLh8STNy-a4xi6JfQtvwvs5A2A1gnZu8vl0KCsYxMTcud4w9cvPd5ofiysf6qUgnHex4YOa-fGCvDLlh9f4vu2G-mukoEkajqYOujrGE3HJacZtflMiA3bBh0ZoUr_FG-l9bYKWSpL5O/s320/concert+Arts+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309473965375612386" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQiArt-hQXCyk0vFowjjIX2ZYArQGWcIp3SwYA8haBay1xChcKw2R0STzF-PJYF3AmjN6GBXGoKW7Kes6Y3iAN05NbRxoIYCP-iU5jYhrCr6dUrGQAk73DWoGyrDSILgJZ5ntnUMTOBI5/s1600-h/The-Distroyers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQiArt-hQXCyk0vFowjjIX2ZYArQGWcIp3SwYA8haBay1xChcKw2R0STzF-PJYF3AmjN6GBXGoKW7Kes6Y3iAN05NbRxoIYCP-iU5jYhrCr6dUrGQAk73DWoGyrDSILgJZ5ntnUMTOBI5/s320/The-Distroyers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789278732931138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(photo taken by Bohdan with a camera, for a change)</span><br /></div><br />Two fashion shows (Harvey Nichols and Sulaimi Brookman), short films, photography exhibition, a concert (The Distroyers) and an intriguing shoe collection being recreated from Andy Warhol's famous shoe paintings by Rachel Simpson.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFc82KyVY8NTOHPQlq_sDeSL8WtXahb6oLnswtZTls3m9ZM5aAInQAiwbS_Hw65ciYQduUtVi21f143AhGcb-k-Y1A4PC9AMsdN7fpdEpvNZxQzGHArOV5Bt2VNp4M8n00U2hZulJywYFM/s1600-h/Rachels+sofa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFc82KyVY8NTOHPQlq_sDeSL8WtXahb6oLnswtZTls3m9ZM5aAInQAiwbS_Hw65ciYQduUtVi21f143AhGcb-k-Y1A4PC9AMsdN7fpdEpvNZxQzGHArOV5Bt2VNp4M8n00U2hZulJywYFM/s320/Rachels+sofa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309473854319549378" border="0" /></a><br />More from Rachel on her website: www.rachelsimpsonshoes.co.uk<br />And of course, more of her inspiration:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9hg16-s20kRNAFxzj19PpcoV3_6294DOvdh_mvj4ytXho0en38bPksDVazYdX91ojHI5k2GFR5QZ_vX-1jd_TyiUBk9Yrz6JaqA1ZVsQMMGOYcJ4wMnCus4qatWjtM-MVTu8-4uLx0Qr/s1600-h/AWarhol_autobiographyofalicebshoe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9hg16-s20kRNAFxzj19PpcoV3_6294DOvdh_mvj4ytXho0en38bPksDVazYdX91ojHI5k2GFR5QZ_vX-1jd_TyiUBk9Yrz6JaqA1ZVsQMMGOYcJ4wMnCus4qatWjtM-MVTu8-4uLx0Qr/s320/AWarhol_autobiographyofalicebshoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309468333414976706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZjSqNkxUzpWfFkaI-PM2oCUq_ULRrJ31CMKU5UNvrHXIKc4xWzDSFxXPQvMLpce56_fXVtw26pXJ1YAWKbP3vtKEijzsekHQab_DWzQwcDI6G_kxWurCYwYQv4Jx3ZH6iAWRPfgTPclr/s1600-h/AWarholshoesshoesshoes1955.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZjSqNkxUzpWfFkaI-PM2oCUq_ULRrJ31CMKU5UNvrHXIKc4xWzDSFxXPQvMLpce56_fXVtw26pXJ1YAWKbP3vtKEijzsekHQab_DWzQwcDI6G_kxWurCYwYQv4Jx3ZH6iAWRPfgTPclr/s320/AWarholshoesshoesshoes1955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309468499313641730" border="0" /></a>Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689438549455539250.post-64898809602578806752009-02-28T04:33:00.001-08:002009-03-14T04:54:07.662-07:00And here the story begins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUETtQ4XA1uJseb07ilSIV0d17tZDt1KJEklvK2ucbyY9L2VFltGpvstAqfjCWH3IVWWBIw2kC5BKQFGBX9g75XFSKejAgPqzc_8oLIJexj9dOL4IJleQoCUq_k6Eao5RgwJeRlMeE6oI/s1600-h/Digbeth-background.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUETtQ4XA1uJseb07ilSIV0d17tZDt1KJEklvK2ucbyY9L2VFltGpvstAqfjCWH3IVWWBIw2kC5BKQFGBX9g75XFSKejAgPqzc_8oLIJexj9dOL4IJleQoCUq_k6Eao5RgwJeRlMeE6oI/s320/Digbeth-background.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313009732004055234" border="0" /></a><br />For the last ten months I've been passing Matthew Boulton College's fashion design studios every day on my way to work. It was wonderful to sneak a peak at projects being designed by students, especially that they have transparent glass walls there, and I could see students drawing, sewing and very often crying over their projects.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmXpfYkGJxtfcpN6vV4ethEa8ul5vGqZi6z8QTln0i5fIHzaB1bVvgnDGkfYEv4BqY5p2yzlm06FW7Bv5xCw3DRl-C90zHBOqLp6qNOkdCsRMH-A6W-IpBc8O918ILtI2UtQqogkwXkby/s1600-h/Matthew+Boulton+College+Fashion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmXpfYkGJxtfcpN6vV4ethEa8ul5vGqZi6z8QTln0i5fIHzaB1bVvgnDGkfYEv4BqY5p2yzlm06FW7Bv5xCw3DRl-C90zHBOqLp6qNOkdCsRMH-A6W-IpBc8O918ILtI2UtQqogkwXkby/s320/Matthew+Boulton+College+Fashion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307957397395641474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />No surprise, I started thinking about coming back to sewing. But since I've pushed this aspect of my life into the darkest corner of my brain, it took me some time to pull it out again.<br /><br />But here it is, my first project - folded skirt:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymQSjEUL1_MiIqHqtXljcfq1tx9MwWWW35g1OQxmfJsrMlWsXK3y4VatbURfFM2GQmGgeZ4etRcODnctVI7Pi1U3iPzdW9uiZxjRmCI7hxb8ZhRfI0OgfqUb0cfYg0b8Cn6qc1Y6O7p2L/s1600-h/Fazeleydesing-corner-small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymQSjEUL1_MiIqHqtXljcfq1tx9MwWWW35g1OQxmfJsrMlWsXK3y4VatbURfFM2GQmGgeZ4etRcODnctVI7Pi1U3iPzdW9uiZxjRmCI7hxb8ZhRfI0OgfqUb0cfYg0b8Cn6qc1Y6O7p2L/s320/Fazeleydesing-corner-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307974460891891490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnx3FtD2OMwrmvmtL3Y_u4WBuYguDPkZdvtxJybPSaa4NMLqVVaoyt284SIYJskgRsbzXPNWGlDfkatyiVZdu3OGvJTnrzs88vz9o4NZvrOmcRDqI2a3NcVpEP9AUmREvrRyXWfyAJV1o/s1600-h/Arts+night.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnx3FtD2OMwrmvmtL3Y_u4WBuYguDPkZdvtxJybPSaa4NMLqVVaoyt284SIYJskgRsbzXPNWGlDfkatyiVZdu3OGvJTnrzs88vz9o4NZvrOmcRDqI2a3NcVpEP9AUmREvrRyXWfyAJV1o/s320/Arts+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307974791495209730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2L-Ae5BetvxtJG7yb82WSwKpll-hHjeNPUS1tu36HDGPvLfvwP68ug52aTJmssHnyTtzBVJ9yY3jU6gxppCbwrMiDiV2WJ3-uJgR9b0nUSBYjlYzxMpz8kpfq9GQ_4BoaSnam1UHwoPr2/s1600-h/Skirt-detail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2L-Ae5BetvxtJG7yb82WSwKpll-hHjeNPUS1tu36HDGPvLfvwP68ug52aTJmssHnyTtzBVJ9yY3jU6gxppCbwrMiDiV2WJ3-uJgR9b0nUSBYjlYzxMpz8kpfq9GQ_4BoaSnam1UHwoPr2/s320/Skirt-detail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307981440422245394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I wore it with Irregular Choice shoes, and an H&M hat (stolen from my husband) to the Arts Party of The Year organised by Fazeley Studios in Digbeth (love this place!). More events like this in Birmingham, please.Fabrykathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450806922777411615noreply@blogger.com5