Showing posts with label New Balance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Balance. Show all posts


Haute Run


Patike. Na couture reviji. Možda kao dve rečenice, teško u jednoj. Na ready-to-wear piste ušunjale su se, (da ne kažem utrčale :) još pre koju godinu, da bismo ih mi na ulicama oberučke prihvatili. Recept je jednostavan - obučete se dressy dressy, a onda modnu rečenicu završite sasvim neočekivano - patikama. Volim svoje New Balansice jer ih ne mrzim kada kasnim. Okej, dodela Oskara se bliži, ali na dijabetično sladunjavu čipku i šljokice koje obično viđamo na haute couture revijama imam samo da kažem - zeeeev. Unisex kolekcija Rada Houranija svakako je ispisala novo poglavlje u couture svetu, ali ne morate imati revoluciju svake sezone. Nekada je mali gest, detalj ili doza (modnog) humora savršeno dovoljna da najavi neke nove vetrove, neko novo doba. Aplauz za Karla i Rafa, što su (još jednom) dokazali da raditi za Chanel i Dior ne znači - biti uštogljen. 

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Sneakers. On a couture catwalk. Two things you wouldn't likely put in one sentence. They've crawled into (or should I say - run into :) the ready-to-wear world couple of seasons ago,  only to become the ubiquitous part of sporty luxe street chic. The recipe is quite simple - put on something überdressy and then finish that fashion sentence unexpectedly - with sneakers. I love my New Balances because I don't (have to) hate them when I'm running late. The Oscars might be approaching, but I can only yawn when I see the usual haute couture staples - the amount of lace and sequins alone could easily cause diabetes if watched for too long. Rad Hourani's unisex collection has surely made a tectonic change in the haute couture world, but you can't (and don't have to) have revolution everyday. Sometimes, it just takes some little gesture, quirky detail or the right sense of (fashion) humor to announce that the winds are going to change. A bit of applause, please, for Mr. Lagerfeld and Mr. Simons, for proving (once again) that working for Chanel or Dior doesn't mean - being stuffy.


all pics via Vogue.com


Les Fleurs du mal



Ne, nije pošteno. Posle nuklearnog leta i miholjskog oktobra, nadala sam se da će novembar imati makar malo razumevanja i zakasniti koju nedelju.  Ništa od razumevanja, jutarnji pogledi na termometar opasno su se smrzli zbog minusa u najavi.  Mislim, nije što ne volim zimu i sneg, kanađanke i ja smo se baš lepo družile cele prošle godine, ali samo hoću jedno normalno Proleće i jednu normalnu Jesen. Da, sa velikim P i sa velikim J, prave, sa suncem koje se probija iza oblaka, umerenim temperaturama, pelerinama, beretkama i cipelama, a na bundama, šubarama i čizmama! Bune se svi ti divni žaketi i mantili, hoće i oni u šetnju više nego jednom godišnje…U to ime, okrećem leđa zimi i dajem vam još malo sunca!

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No, it’s simply not fair! After a nuclear summer and mild October, I thought that November would be at least decent enough to be fashionably late. I guess my last year’s Christmas wishes did not reach the right address as I am already freezing, and the next one is still far enough. I mean, it’s not that I don’t love winter and snow, joined by my Timberland boots we had beautiful time last year, but I simply want some transition, something in between bare midriffs  and turtlenecks. I need a real Spring and a true Fall, all along with Sun hiding behind the clouds, but coming out enough to shed light over beautiful colors of fallen leaves! I’m not ready to go fur coats, boots and sweaters yet, give me some cardigans, jackets and shoes! All those beautiful jackets and macs from my closet are getting mad, as they would like to go for a walk more often than once a year…Speaking of, here’s the last drop of that mild October, all along with flowers and sunrays!





New Balance 420 sneakers // Zara floral shirt // random sheer jacket // ASOS shorts // hardware store ring // H&M neon statement necklace // random chain necklace

photo // Ivana Korać

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I za kraj, evo malo Chromaticsa+Chanela, da nas greju oko srca u ovim hladnim danima! p.s. ne zaboravite na giveaway iz prošlog posta, još imate šanse da osvojite one sandalice :) // And here's a little Chromatics+Chanel combo, to keep our hearts warm in these cold days! p.s. Don't forget about the giveaway, you still have the chance to win those amazing shoes :)







Marché!


Ne morate ni da pitate, naravno da uvek prvo izguglam gde i kada su buvlje pijace. Subota prepodne, šetam se bulevarom Hausmann u potrazi za mirisom vintaža. Bezuspešno. Odlučujem da se utešim jednim window shoppingom u obližnjem Printempsu i Galeries Lafayette. Gledam, balavim i skoro pobožno pipam Céline, Ricka Owensa, Balenciagu, ostajem koji minut da meditiram u Prada hramu, pred svom tom divotom. Pa još Margiela dame, u belim mantilima. Možda sam se utešila, ali pijaca je pijaca, ipak sam ja bon marché devojka.

Francuzi su majstori casual chica. Gospodin bela raskopčana košulja, dobar džins i New Balansice poprilične kilometraže mi kaže da su ’to sve s**t markets, da je jedna, jedina i prava flea market Porte de Clignancourt’. Kaže radi ceo vikend. Još nije (pre)kasno, Milana i ja žurimo, do poslednje stanice metroa. Porte de Clignacourt je imigrantska četvrt, na obodu Pariza i u početku mi je malo neprijatno, ali to više ima veze sa mojim predrasudama, nego sa realnim stanjem stvari. U Paizu ništa nije jeftino, pa ni buvlje pijace.  Tip-top sređene Francuskinje u poodmaklim, da ne kažem Advanced style godinama, skupo prodaju svoje vintaž kolekcije. I pored toga što na Porte de Clignancourt dvocifreno možete pazariti jedino plastične đinđuve kakve svake subote viđam na Najlonu, ipak je doživljaj koji ne treba propustiti. U to ime, jedan photo spam :)

p.s. Ne zaboravite na giveaway iz prošlog posta, i dalje imate šanse da osvojite savršenu Prodigy Red haljinicu!

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You don’t even have to ask, I always do my homework and google when and where are the best flea markets. It’s Saturday morning and I’m walking Boulevard Hausmann in a search of a genuine scent of vintage. Without success. I decide to comfort myself by (unfortunately, only window) shopping therapy at Printempsu and Galeries Lafayett. I drool over and almost religiously touch all the masterpieces - Céline, Ricka Owensa, Balenciagu, I take a moment to meditate in Prada temple, overwhelmed by all the beauty. Oh, and add Margiela ladies, so perfect in their white coats. I might have comforted myself for a short bit, but my heart’s not it in, I’m a bon marché girl, after all.  

French truly are the masters of casual chic. Mr. white shirt perfectly unbuttoned, jeans and New Balances told me that ’all those are shi**y markets, that the one and only flea market is the one at Porte de Clignancourt’. He says it’s open all the weekend. It’s still not too late, Milana and I ride Ligne 4 till the last station. Porte de Clignacourt is mostly immigrant neighbourhood at the outskirts of Paris and I felt a little uncomfortable at first, but it has to do more with my prejudices, than with reality. There is nothing cheap about Paris, not even flea markets. Finely aged French ladies, dresses to the nines, as if they belong at Advanced style, are surely not selling their vintage jewels under price. Besides the fact that the only thing you can buy under three figures are some plastic beads I see every Saturday on Nylon flea market, Porte de Clignacourt is not to be missed. With so much to experience, photo spam was inevitable, sorry :)

p.s. Don’t forget about the giveaway I’m hosting, you still have a chance to win this amazing Prodigy Red dress!




COS silk dress // black jacket thrifted from Nylon flea market // vintage Moschino bag // New Balance 420 sneakers // Polaroid sunglasses thrifted from Kalenić flea market // H&M neon statement necklace