DON'T STOP.

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I don't actually know what to write with this picture.

I just love it, and that's about it.

My little sis here above does not cease to surprise me.

WHAT A PITTY, IT LOOKS SO PRETTY.

Probably it's just logic, and I should've known my visual perspective was going to change drastically once the fishes were in their new bowl, but I was so shocked by the mutant size they adquired once in there!!!! they were some sort of river creatures floating on top of the dining table.....

Ok I know whatever.

In any case one of them, Lafayette, started to get full-on-macho on our smallest fish, Pam, in the bowl and so we had to remove him immediately. I thought: either Lafayette gets a heart attack out of anger, or Pam dies earlier while being harrassed. Fucking hell, who would thought fishes could be THIS dramatic?

Anywhore, the round bowl ended up being way more than what I liked to think of as an urban myth and it IS actually harmful for a fish's state of mind. What a pitty, it looks so pretty.

IN CASE OF FIRE, THIS IS ALL I NEED.

So this is my wardrobe as promised, in unreal mode.

I'm glad I made pictures of it in this state since it never ever looks like this.

I've been fixing the whole second floor of the house in one afternoon. I realised how neglected that whole area had become, but I have to be honest and when I was done with the wardrobe, it felt kinda boring in there!

I also felt so fed up to see so many pieces of clothing that have been in there forever that I never ever wear...so I'm kind of thinking of throwing an indoor garage sale for all my friends who ever felt like snatching my outfits off my body! dress up have cocktails! and why not gather a couple of coins to re-invent part of my wardrobe.

But all in all, it's not even about clothing only...lately I've been wanting to wear sneakers, do something unexpected to my hair and wear motorcycle neon leather jackets! as silly as all that might sound I'm curious of where all this is going to take me.

"2-OBSESSED"

Photos by Luka Karssenberg.
Styling by me.

A serie about addiction; the kick of shopping. The obsessive crave for THE ultimate most exclusive, weirdest, edgiest second hand piece of clothing you could find.

Does this sound familiar to you? or at least like you've read this around here before?

Most probably that's the reason why Luka (so kindly) asked me to collaborate with her for what was her first fashion photography asignment at school. Teachers liked it, aka she killed it. So I'm not only SO happy for her, but really pleased with the outcome!

The whole shoot was initially meant to be really personal to her as well, and this is why we shot the whole thing in her favourite thrift store in the city, which is not even a block away from her doorstep. The man in the first picture next to me is the spot's owner who was so enthusiastic about this whole thing taking place at his store!

And just in case you care, the Gucci bag I've been wearing lately, was found right there, at that spot, next to that man in the first picture as I turned around in between shots.

NAIL ME.

Photos by Jean Poodle.
Special thanks to model, friend & NAIL ME's muse: Lizzy Brusse.

Did you ever see yourself on TV? all of a sudden?

Or did you ever print out a photograph you made? and put it inside of a magazine? then forget it in there? and then open it after a long time? and be like: FUCK AM I IN THIS ISSUE??? haha

You know? that precious half a second-lasting superficial moment!!!!

I experienced that same feeling once again earlier at school as I rushed out to get some food. There we were, my girls, my clothes, my two and a half minutes of fame last year, projected at school's entry. All alone, I enjoyed every mili-second of it.

MOULAGE WEEK: DAY 4.

DIOR JACKET: DONE & DONE
MOULAGE ON MOULAGE
BOREDOM VS FUN = MOULAGE DIAPER
NEW EXCERCISE
BALENCIAGA BROWN OUTFIT
AKA THE COCKROACH
BROKEN FINGER TIPS
BLOODY SITUATION
LOVE IT.

MOULAGE WEEK: DAY 3.

TALLEUR EXCERCISE
SNEAK PEAK
DIOR SILHOUETTE
BEGINNING OF PRET-A-PORTER
SHOCKING TIMEZ
YING YANG SCHOENTJE
"EFFE TUSSENDOORTJES"
(sorry for most of the inside jokes! after hours and hours of folding and pinning, folding and pinning, the weirdest sides of people showed up, didn't know if to laugh or cry about it...or cry while laughing...u know? the really nice exhausting, tummy-ache-kind of laughing. Anyways, we did and had a blast after all.)

MOULAGE WEEK: DAY 2.

 

CUT-ON SLEEVE JACKET FINISHED

STILL TIRING BUT GETTING USED TO IT

BETTER FOCUS

SORE FINGER-TIPS

HUNGRY ALL THE TIME

BINGE EATING

NOT SO HOT.

MOULAGE WEEK: DAY 1.

FUN
CHALLENGING
LONG
TIRING
BUT MOTIVATING
WOULD BE D-VINE IF YOU COULD SMOKE WHILE AT IT
GLAMOROUS CLICHE
I FEEL SO LUCKY
BASIC STRAIGHT CUT SKIRT
BEGINNING OF CUT-ON SLEEVE JACKET

IT'S TIME.

My head banner changed.

FOR NOW AND FOR GOOD!

I hope it wont be too drastic for all of you my dear holies who enjoy coming around here. I know how sometimes little things like this can make you stop liking something like you used to.

But as for myself, I realised that picture of the pink purple-ish hued white horse didn't have that misty, sad but hopeful vibe to my eyes anymore. And I just felt like pressing 'refresh' and feel somethingelse.

Nevertheless, I'm still mad about horses. I just DIE everytime I see one. This one right here represents a lot of things I love about HOLY and a lot of things I've learnt to do, appreciate and embrace while blogging. All those unusual but amazing jaw-dropping moments that I experience alone everyday turned into images by just one click. All of them, things I love to share with the people who tend to miss them; people who are too distracted from the real thing.

And well, who wouldn't like to enter a super market, A PARTY????!! on a horse??! God knows that's another thing I very much love to do, having a great entrance wherever I go.

GOLDFINGER.

Found this gorge baby once in a pocket of a jacket I bought second hand.

Never really wore it till now since it doesn't fit properly.

Now I just embrace the imprefection.

PENETRATION PT. 2

My favourite stage of the year.

I love how buildings become endless and the mist plays the roll of those clouds which lie down way too low, amongst people, in a city where the sun never shines.

Through the mist, you experience visual things so graphically, in a way you'd never seen or imagined.

PERFECT timing for riding your bike to SALEM every morning.

PS. That balcony right there btw KILLS me, everytime. Would love it to be mine, and host the most amazing summer barbecues, and winter fur coat-wearing cocktail parties.

PS 2. That "Gucci" bag I found yesterday for three euros and I'm adoring it. I'm planning on making it my everyday stupidity.

WO? MAN?

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Taking steps further towards my upcoming collection's core.

Getting closer

everytime

to the edge

this new gender boundary.