25.11.10

na gut

joining in on the fashion thing. bought lately:



striped tee, the loveliest and warmest knit jumper in the most beautiful blue, dramatic black velvet dress from the forties with a lace collar, the shoulder pads are coming out and some of the lenght off i think, a blue velvet dress that constitutes as that dress, oxblood colour bally brogues (all etsy), annnnnnnnnd



a hurr cut (headquarters, schleifmühlgasse, vienna) and a vanilla-coloured silk pan collar with a velvet ribbon (etsy) (i love it). and a coat, but it's black and from h&m thus boring and everyone will own it. and my first skinny trousers in ages. maroon-coloured corduroys! i love them.


what i want:



classic black eight-hole docs, black wool gauze a.p.c. dress, salmon-colour satin bralette (etsy), a floppy hat (i'd prefer gray though; the one above is from asos) (but i would take that hair), cocktail rings (the ones above are from etsy), this lovely but entirely overpriced camisole (etsy).


ha ha at the difference in colour palettes between the two sections.

das abibuch




OIDA WAS BIN ICH PROVOKATIV

maman




my mother, my age

youth















there are many many photos of me until age 10. then suddenly they became sparse. the last one is one of the few.

neige







21.11.10

garbageboy loverboy

one whole existance, neatly packaged

this is the album of my mother's sister, beate schubert.

















(larger sizes and plenty more here)


beate schubert died age 18 when quite literally falling off a mountain.


flicking through this album sends me through a wild tumble of the strangest sensations. i feel nostalgia for something i didn't even come close to experiencing. i feel intrusive as she couldn't have possibly have known of my existance and yet here i am, looking at her life, and i think i know all about her because my perception of her is limited to what i gather from this album - my grandmother, understandably, barely talked about her - but she had her own secrets, unexpected thoughs, unobserved moments too, just like me, just like you. i feel very sober, because you bet she didn't expect to die right until it happened.


but all of these are hardly new thoughts. which isn't a reason against expressing them though.