Last week it was National Book Week, so my sister and I decided to go to a books fair (as you do). I got myself some diamonds and a fun day out...
The Books I got:
The Anatomy of Fashion by Colin McDowell
The Collected Works of Edgar Allan Poe by Edgar Allan Poe
The Complete Stories of Sherlock Holmes by sir Arthur Conan Doyle
World Art Studies: Exploring Concepts and Approaches by Kitty Zijlmans & Wilfried van Damme
The Code of the Woosters by P. G. Wodehouse
Oh, and a Blondie mug! ;)
Love,
Dominique
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Green velvet men's suit: House of England via Charity shop
Blouse: Made by me
Fake fur collar: Dept
Fendora hat: Primark
Bag: Local antiquities shop
Plateau boots: H&M
Sunglasses: Vintage
Lipstick: Dior Addict #578 Dior kiss
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That's right, I've finally taken some outfit photos. A real surprise for both of us, I may assume...
The thing is I believe, as it'll be in every country, when you get to showcase your environment to others as if it being a solid representative of your country, this would be it. This or like the flower fields and maybe even a postcard from Amsterdam to showcase that we're also "modern" and such. As we all know, it isn't the whole truth. Same goes with France, whereby Paris will be chosen as its precursor and the Eiffel Tower as being the only thing that it can offer you. Well, it isn't really. We all know that, but everytime we see the Eiffel Tower we see Paris, France, a baguet and people wearing stripes. It's just the way they do!
I find it interesting the many ways we can associate one picture with another and incorperate it into some sort of stigma or figuration that'll forever be together. Like swans or two circles that are attached to eachother. They belong together, according to nature and according to us. This isn't a bad thing, don't get me wrong, it's just very interesting how images can speak as much as they do and sometimes tell us as little, but represent as much that it's even incomprehensible to the one who's made it. Some images, like the Eiffel Tower and windmills etc, are bombarded at us and are as much man-made as the thing it's depicting. But it makes us think and even create more context surrounding it by the associations we've related to it. A picture of me standing in a meadow can even change meaning when I for instance say that after this picture was taken a stork pooped on my head. It didn't. But it would influence the picture. The information we've been given and our own associations with the image can give the picture context that isn't necessarily the truth but can feel that way when argued correctly (how do we know how people in the prehistory lived? Well, through archaeological excavations we find stuff that we relate to other stuff that we know and make a guessing of what might've, could've, maybe, perhaps have happened and how they lived etc etc).
To a certain image we relate or reflect the essets or maybe even essentails of where we stand (or stood) in time and all that seem important to us (now or then). Knowledge has naturally a great influence on this, but also just time. Time changes our perspectives and perception on things and the images we circulate with it (or think is appropiate to broadcast as a representative of something. For instance the bits of clips I've edited together in the video -linked above-. This is, I find, a good representative of the day, but maybe my mum or dad would think otherwise because they've experienced it differently (obvious example: my dad was driving and my mum sat next to my dad and I was sat in the back of the car and... you get what I mean, right?)).
Oh well, you can never look through the eyes of another, but I think we can all agree on that this landscape is doing the right thing...
Love,
Dominique
1. Artists at work... | 2. A little gift -a "new vintage" perfume bottle- from my parents and sister. | 3. A new mug! | 4. Jack being cute. As usual.
I've got not much to say today. Lots has been going on, but not necessarily I think interesting enough to share with the internet. Although it must be considered quite outrageous for it not being "internet appropriate" (which I believe gives another meaning to the word appropriate at all). Oh well...
I've started a new crochet-project (very exciting I know). Everytime I start on something new it's always very hard to choose because there's just so many things I want to create! Sadly there'll never be enough time in the world to start on all of them, so we'll have to take it one by one...
Just for some inspiration:
So long!
Love,
Dominique
