Shit fashion designers say

Lately I’ve been watching too much Project Runway and now with the tenth season and all, I could spend hours talking about the designers and the clothes they make. But I won’t. Instead I’ll just give you this:

Just so you know, these may not be their exact words,mainly because I didn’t write any of them down at the time and my memory is not what is used to be anymore. Deal with it.

“This is really not my aesthetic AT ALL!” 

“I am a fashion designer, not a tailor!” (dramatic hand gesture)

“It’s chic, fashionable, sophisticated but at the same casual!”

“This is what the client wanted but at the same time, it’s got a lot of me in it, you know?”

“You want sexy, not slutty.” /”That’s too matronly, you gotta sex her up!”

“I like the direction this is going.”

“I don’t do menswear.”

“I don’t do plus size.”

“I don’t do evening.”

“So Tim Gunn didn’t like my outfit…” (eye-roll)

“I don’t think Tim Gunn  really understood my point of view.”

“What does Tim Gunn know anyway?”

“I looked across the room and I did not like what I saw”

“This is who I am as a designer.”

“My outfit is perfect, no matter what the judges say.” 

Of course it is, honey.



Sometimes writing comes natural, but sometimes the blank page just stares you mockingly in the face and there’s nothing you can do. However, having a blog means you can’t always be waiting for inspiration to strike, you have to “constantly supply new content”, as they say. So here I am, supplying.

I’ll have to admit though, it’s not just the blog who’s being neglected – there are over 400 unread articles in my feed reader and I am making making no progress with the books I’m reading. Or was reading…yes, I’ve been slacking this week.


The thing is, I am super duper excited that one week  from now I’ll be on my way to Romania, to spend a chaotic Easter home. I can barely wait and it’s really hard for me to concentrate on the present, when the very near future gets me so stirred up. I guess that’s why I haven’t been doing anything productive this week, unless you count finishing the first season of My Little Pony…but anyway.

Today I decided to start packing my bags- I have never been this late, considering the departure is so soon and the only thing I have so far is a list – so unlike me! Panic arose.I hastily gathered all my clothes and laid them neatly on the bed, ready to sort them into three piles  – yes, no and maybe. Yes, that is the right way to pack.

I took one long look at them, wondering how am I ever going to pack all of them… and the procrastination reflex kicked in. I decided to do something else instead. Something so ridiculous that it will take my mind off stuff. Something like…a stop motion film. Don’t laugh just yet, wait until you see it.

So basically I spent about two hours playing dress-up and it was so fun I absolutely cannot understand why I’m not doing this more often. I enjoyed myself and what came out is a somewhat sketchy video that I recommend you to watch because it’s not everyday that I embarrass myself on the internet. Or perhaps it is.

The moral of the story? Maybe, just  maybe, I  have too many clothes…


On a different note, stay tuned, I may be starting to post more often these coming weeks because (hopefully) there are lot of things going to happen. Things worth mentioning. And tomorrow I’m writing about a challenge I’m doing. I know, I know, I said I’m done with such things but this actually sounded interesting.

(Not so) deep thoughts on happiness

Spring is just around the corner and, as always during this period of year, the fashion world goes crazy. Not that I am very updated on what is going on in that world, because I am a fan of clothes, not of fashion per se. I am however updated with some fashion blogs (because of the pretty clothes mostly) and man, do these people lack originality! Every year, every freaking season you read the same things. The same old headlines. The same old articles about the same old trends.”Spring has sprung, bring some colour in your wardrobe”. “Floral prints – are they in or out?”. “Help your hair beat the winter blues”!. And while everyone is debating whether they should wear colour tights, here I am having an epiphany regarding the meaning of life.

No, not really.Well, kind of.

It started with thinking about the purpose of this blog, where I really like to write. Originally I was going to write about happiness and how to achieve it (I did have a clearer image of what is was going to be like, though) but in time the idea faded and I just struggled to keep afloat while feeling all this horrible pressure to write about I really intended, except that wasn’t what I wanted anymore. And now here’s the shocker: happiness. It is all bullshit.

Another contributor to this realization was a review on this book, “The happiness project”, which I’m sure it’s great and I’m also sure that the lady who wrote is a very happy being, but:

 She’s not struggling to find happiness amidst real trials – illness, poverty, loneliness, relatives who drive you bonkers – she just wants to be “happier.”

BAM. I felt almost guilty when I read this part because that was what I was trying to do – “struggling” to find happiness in an ideal environment. So, my conclusion is that the pursuit of happiness is overrated. Unless you suffer from chronic depression or something like it (although I’m sure there’s some treatment for that, too), there’s only one thing you should do: get real. Look around you, see how amazing some things are, ignore the things that aren’t and do whatever makes you feel good. And I tried my best to say it without sounding cheesy.

As for my blog, fuck testing theories or trying to be happier or staying motivated – expect to read more about me, my new life in Switzerland, many photos and some drawings (I just got a new sketchbook so I’m really excited about that part!).