LOUIS VUITTON FW 2013/2014 FASHION SHOW

One of the best Louis Vuitton show in a while! It is fair to say Marc Jacobs knows how to get attention of the world. Instead of a traditional catwalk, Jacobs had a theatrical set of a hotel corridor built, complete with chic pale blue wallpaper, thick carpet and 48 wooden doors. The lights dimmed and doors began to open, each revealing a woman dressed with glamour but a hint, or more, of impropriety. I do not even take to an account the unexpected and spectecular setting besides the presentation, production, collection, Kate Moss who cheered on catwalk and all.. Just one thing to say -Bravo MARC! 

sahil. xx

INSPIRATION

STAGE OF BEING: ECE SUKAN

Consciously choosen title of today's post, excludes the word 'vintage'. It's so weird that I literally feel myself at the stage of Hitchcock's Rare Window. Or, something like the invention of the photography, it was impossible to determine the exact sequence of the hooves on a galloping horse since the movements were faster than eye could see. It is like an inside-out project. Yes. Be sure that  I'm currently writing all those things within the right field now. The generic term 'vintage' for new or second hand garments originating from a previous era has never been enough to create such an elegant yet simply charming way of putting all the pieces together efortlessly as Ece Sukan does inherently. The perception of the the way she looks makes me feel like kind of intellectual comfort such an authoritative tradition. Guys, the first thing that you need to admit about fashion is that you never ever find an X, Y and Z to solve the problem. I'm not an expert, not an authority of fashion. None of them. I'm just a dreamer beyond a believer about fashion. Furthermore, I'm fall in love this fashion blog writing and photography thing, it's more than enthusiasm! Whole day and night it is only the thing that I consider and for sure it is the rarest sensation on my behalf.. You're reading my stories. Oh sorry, it's not the stories you are reading. It's just the first step of my passion. After all, to watch Ece Sukan is like a pleasant game somehow. Most certainly it's not the case of vintage queen or a talented stylist or psychologist identity. This is not X, Y and Z. Reflecting intellectual comfort is something different, believe me! Did I tell you something about Rare Window? Have fun with the pics of one of the most stylish woman in Turkey. She gets it right. Every. Single. Time.

sahil. xx 

BLACKIE

I'm walking on the street with my blackie silhouette and my soul with stories about the real 'blackie'. You know what? Hundreds of people are reading what I'm writing but the 'one and only' knows that what the real blackie is. Literally, you may know the blackie as itself, was the nickname of Eric Clapton's fender stratocaster given by himself... Maybe you're not. And the black is my favorite color. And all the stories about black that I have. My cognition works so hard and I need to admit that it sucks! Yes this was the confession. I wore all the black things today (except the loafers) and then somehow it reminded me to the word 'blackie' and then Eric Clapton and then... Did I get cursed or something else? Like the pieces of a puzzle, each part of my extraordinary teaching  found its place and became my eyes another coherent element of a breathtaking vision. It was meticulously reproducing itself, with merciless perfection! I dedicated myself to the task of restoring.. The bite of the apple is not an insignificant fact. In the meantime, black is such a happy color darling! Currently it reminds me Lagerfeld's the little black jacket exhibition that I unfortunately could not be able to  attend. Chanel's classic jacket belongs to fashion history and Karl explained it as the basic timeless piece with its cuts, shapes and so on..Now you can see my timeless yet simple blackie outfit. See it as it exists. Not as an exhibition, not as an aesthetic and cult setting of Karl, not as Clapton's cognition, not not not. Just me as a walking silhouette. Blackie silhouette. Dedicated to the 'one and only'.

sahil. xx

Black tights: House of Holland

Loafer moccasins: Philipp Plein

Black jumper: Belongs to dad

Bag: Louis Vuitton Epi leather Speedy 30 

Shades: Rayban Wayfarer

FASHION OF EVOLUTIONARY PSYCHOLOGY

Eureka! Welcome to the dark side. Waking up with the billions of thoughts on my mind is killing me softly. As the stripes on my shirt today, I've composed of black and white thin lines. I discard the grey ones. I've never been an ostensibly mandated by high end fashion stuff for sure. Blinded by the label is kinda dark side when they constantly surround us. This was one of the questioned  issue disregarded by myself today. Can you believe that this striped vintage shirt is older than me!! Oh no, of course I'm not gonna tell you my age ;) Nevermind, this is not an outfit post. This is not about ''I wore this and that today''. Otherwise, I would probably stuck on that.. I've modified this total look with Cavalli's best piece that I've purchased years ago. Junction? Fashion is an experiment vol. 1563527!!! This is so pure and visible part of me. No expectations and no articulation to the words I hear anymore. Just trying to regain my integrity. Why I've  started to write with the word 'eureka' then? ... Have fun with the captures by my dad. Best wishes to you all!

sahil. xx 

Dress - Shirt: Designed and modified by me

Foulard used as a belt: Roberto Cavalli

Heels: Zara

Cream coat: Stefanel

SPRING IS CALLING

Spring is the other half of my soul. The story of yesterday has started with an untapped vibe. The mixed bag consists of all the sad episodes and the good ones. My tendency sways more definitively toward writing the other half of the story. Personal compasses of self adequacy struggled with yesterday. Curious about what the other part is? It is killed by something undefined. But best defined, on my behalf. No, it is not an actual contradiction. Winter comes and goes. Spring comes and goes. It goes on and on and on. Time passes. Ok, I need to stop now! Nothing comes and goes. They actually stays on their sides. It is just a hyperfocal distance pretends as they exists. Distance is an illusion. Distance is a bliss. Distance is an ecstasy. The distance between two seasons is an untapped episode. You say it, you write it. I never ever do not care about the weather conditions and the seasons when I'm choosing what to wear. As a consequence, I got sick for every single time! Brave enough? :) Just two things to say. 1.Common sense is not so common. 2.Spring is good  (although it has an end). Glimpse of spring means, 'time for calmness'. It really meant a lot to me. Now, spring pics on me at South Cyprus... 

sahil. xx

Shirt: Topshop special collection, London
Tights: Falke
Fur Jacket: Vintage belongs to Grandmother
Boots: Prada
Bag: Gucci
Sunglasses: Vintage Christian Dior