Mama and I visited a strawberry farm yesterday and I put together this vintage-inspired kolkhoznitsa get-up to do some picking. By the way, a kolkhoznitsa was a female farm worker in the USSR. I had this cotton maxi dress for over a decade and only wore it once before when I played Ophelia in my first year of theatre school – I was one dramatic Ophelia. The design of the dress had always seemed so dated and costume-like to me that I couldn’t imagine wearing it for any “off-stage” occasion. But it is now over half-a-year into my blog and I have myself a strawberry picking outfit; it’s funny how much blogging expands your imaginative horizons.
June 2010
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swan princess
The premise behind today’s look is a combination of chance, circumstance, and planning. Initially I wanted the We Love Colors feature to be in two parts, with this being the second styling variation of the same dress. And this post still conforms to that plan, to an extent. Only when mama and I came back home and started selecting pictures for the post, we couldn’t help but see certain similarities between some of our shots and the “Swan Princess,” a painting by a Russian artist, Mikhail Vrubel (3rd picture).
We Love Colors
The team of We Love Colors sent me this cute summer dress to style for my dear readers. While I kept this look in the navy and white colour scheme, the possibilities for styling such a dress are endless; especially considering that – as the name implies – We Love Colors offers an amazing variety of colour choices for every items they carry. How fun!
my first balenciaga
I have this vivid memory in my mind of childhood moments when the act of dress-up seemed to possess transformative, almost magical powers – an element of the “unknown” that seemed so quintessentially grown-up yet playful. Sometimes when I was left home alone to my own devices, I would put on my aunt’s highest platforms (she lived with us for a while), pull on my mom’s puffiest skirt, and as carefully as possible try to apply the reddest lipstick I could find. I would twirl around in this get-up, doing circles in our tiny apartment, until the doorbell rudely interrupted this “ritual.” At that point, the skirt, lipstick, and platforms would come off at the speed of light, and I opened the door with that innocent smile on my face that eight-year-old girls are so good at faking. Privet!
gaga for balenciaga
A few years ago I remember walking into a discount store in Toronto and seeing – amongst general mediocracy of everything else – what appeared to be a skirt from another world. A world of luxury, craftsmanship, elegance, and class. I was in a state of complete awe and astonishment. Within this trance from couture bewitchment, I longed to get lost in this mysterious world – the world of Balenciaga!
