06/24/11

looky looky some more

looking for the designer who made the infamous swan dress, I stumbled upon THIS! Ok, it is obvious what he has done here, but it is equally obvious WHY? Does a blade appear once the body is releasing fear-chemical-thingeys-that-dogs-apparently-pick-up-on? That would be useful. Well, over and over we are told how NOW we will finally enter the future with our high-tech utility clothing. They will do ridiculous thing a) and ridiculous stuff b) to enhance/enrich/enable our lives. Well, non-sense. Clothes are worn to a) make one look sexy/make one look repelling and b) make one fit in with the crowd/stand out from the crowd respectively. And thats that! Future? More like: Does my bum look big in this. And that's that!

sword thingie

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06/24/11

looky looky

Gucci handbag handles ought to be scientifically researched. One season its bamboo, the other wooden pearls, chains, oh, dear me. What one can do with all of them is to hold on to them. Tightly! As is done during Gucci's sale on Bond Street. A seasoned sale shopper can easily hold on to 5 or six at the same time. Which is pretty amazing considering this seasoned shopper had just spent a reasonable amount of time q-ing outside said shop to get her hands (yes, mainly 'her's') on a handbag handle. Not just any though, for mainly it's the 'fashion' bags that go into sale, so one won't hold that particular handbag for very long, as soon one will have to return to said shop. During christmas season my hands held onto a whole shipload full of sticky tape wrapping all those, then still regularly priced, hand bag handles. I often wonder if we have a physical memory? So basically, during a burn out, our RAM is just an iddy little bit overworked? Great theory! Any neurologists out there wanting to investigate? Apparently, neuroscience is revamping itself every 2 years, and I am NOT referring to renewed lab coats. Wow, there is so much that is yet to be discovered...Makes me want to put a handbag handle around my neck. Gucci or otherwise.

handle this

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06/22/11

Good for spontaneous notes

cocooning was hip once. cocooning was coined by, get this, FAITH POPCORN! Mum, Dad, why didn't you call me THAT?! Luuurve it! believe you me, after this period of the 90's revival of pure ugliness leaves us be (skirts over trousers...could you get ANY more grunge???), we are in the cocoon! Margiela's paperclothes are so paper thin. Ha! This shirt feels delicate, delicate. You know the membrane just below the egg shell? That transparent nothingness? Yeah, that! Feels pretty cocoony! What's new about this look is a necklace made from hand bag handles. COS' way of recycling? Go green, eh?!
Cocoons, like MJ's oxygen tank. Like the props in 'Scream'. Why the PVC bag you ax? Cos (haha, see what I am doing, oh, yeah, you have...) PVC is juuuuuust soooooo hot right now, its almost a new trend. Almost! But mostly, it's so MJ and JJ 'scream' right now, how could it NOT be in this shot???

paper and plastic

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06/22/11

a decision

henceforth i shall refrain entirely from using any punctuation marks whatsoever seeing as there already are more than enough to go around in the other column also i would like to anounce here my adulation for the white paper clothes idea in in its sheer decadence it is so beatiful

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06/22/11

scream!

avantgarde

MJ got me dancing, jumping, dreaming and screaming at a tender age of 10, 11. Later, he followed me into the therapist's office (no, MJ didn't literally follow me there...) and one day I will follow where he went. Watching some videos of his, it strikes me how people flip out at the sight of him. He made them want to scream! Strangest phenomenon called celebrity worship. Well, what makes you want to scream? And what makes you want to breathe? Two movements really, one investing all your force to indent, the other is opening all your pores to inhale. I want to scream at the thought of human trafficking. And, instead of letting it steal my breath, I hope I can use my voice for those whose was taken away from them. So, here.

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06/17/11

vampirism!

hibernating

Still hibernating, at night, in this parking lot. Or shopping mall? Or my hall way? Who knows? Who cares? Alternatively, you could choose the hyperactive form of hibernation: Dancing, just like Ely Kim in his BOOMBOX on Vimeo.

Once you wake up/stop dancing, melancholia will engulfe you. Suppressed desires that had lain dormant for so long will resurface, emerging from their crysalis' and float above the water like here.

there's water all of a sudden

Have you heard of Lake Victoria? So many insects are emerging from it every year, you can make and enjoy patties made from them! YUM!
This coat here is actually reminiscent of Alexander McQueen's pre-fall collection in case you recollect. Well, my dreaming must have spun it into being. Only €9 though, you will hate me, and I will get gold buttons for it! Yai!

mcqueen's coat on the cheap

here I am on the prowl, looking for someone to devour next. If I prove trustworthy with the little, I will be able to handle much, so ducks it is for me and I am sure not to loose my teeth.

Buildings and Vampires from Ezequiel Cruz on Vimeo.

Eventually they may be strong enough to slay Gareth Pugh, that way I will have his faboooosh collection. And he will have his dream come true: a real vampire in blue!

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06/21/11

but, first and foremost, "p." is short for...

"pegasizer", which in itself is short for "the thing that pegasizes". How I pegasize, why I pegasize, and most importantly, what the hell pegasizing is in the first place, is beyond the scope of this posting, and I shall enlighten the yearning public on another occasion.

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PS:

Check it out, she looks just like this here little fella!

scary stuff!

06/17/11

shopping. too much.

If you have ever spent a considerable amount of time in Britain, you can't help but notice that Onychophagia (look it up=)) is quite common there. Well, in that way I was happy to be common!
Nasty habit. (Not to be confused with Hobbit... Apparently, it's being filmed as we write/read) Well, I am on my way up in this world, leaving my common background behind. AND: you shall be able to view the results soon. Best way to achieve the desired results is by hibernating, like I do here. Plus, it gets me into autumn in style. See what I am doing here? Combining summer must-haves with autumns errand boys. Meanwhile dreaming of Alexander McQueen's Pre_fall collection. in general, and his faboooosh belts in particular! Marvelling at HOW we knew that the only colors he uses besides a midnight blue and a lipstick red are ORANGE and PINK!!!! Well, call it genius! Thank you=)

shopping. a lot. too much.

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06/21/11

"p." is short for...

""ponce"! For I am the dude who wanders the dark streets of Berlin, a world of beige/grey, unshaped Polyester, in a tailored three-piece suit from the venerable firm Dege & Skinner. Of course a pocket watch and chain is mandatory with this outfit, as a widely visible middle finger raised towards these dreadful modern times and their complete lack of standards. Just one little secret reassures me that I am merely ironically a snobbish reactionary: the watch is presumably a specimen of the art of fine ten year old craftsmen from the People's Republic of China - but I guess that makes me an inconsiderate, neocolonial bastard. Great...
Note that all this is so much more outrageous in light of the fact that I have absolutely no reason to be sporting that kind of elaborate garment, as I do not represent anything or anybody but myself and the principle of ponciness.
But the saddest and most delightful thing about wearing stuff like that is how it makes one feel really out of place, virtually everywhere. Except maybe among bigshot investment bankers - but in that type of context, I for one don't need to rely on appearances to be a misfit.

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06/17/11

more thoughts

Have you noticed how I begin to ponder here? The meaning to life must be hidden somewhere down there. Must be the rainy season we are having this summer: I know, I know, officially we are not even summer yet. Well, rain makes me melancholic. Some people dont like melancholy. They better stop listening to any songs written in minor keys then. To the rest of us, get the hot chocolate out, listen to the monotonous drumming against your big a*** glasses, marvel at the mysteries of life UNTIL the sun is back out again. Then sit in the sun and think on nothing. This outfit incidently will get you all in style into the next season which in dottilicious' world is autumn. A bit of the summer thang happenang, with yellow glasses and the smiley tank, but have your feet in oh so posh slippers. Yes, Tod or Hechter, you can never go too posh with slippers, trust me. Have the panther around your neck. Somehow it reminds me of Jenny from the block. Well, it will keep people away from langfingfanging (dunno what that means? Read my previous posts) your oh-so-posh slippers, as it is so clearly sooo tacky yet soooo making some fabooosh references to some fabooosh Givenchy! Geddit? Those posh enough to know are in the know anyways: they won't bother with nicking yer slippers, love. All the other super wood heads out there will simply think you buy cheap jewelry. Why would you then wear slippers worth nicking? See, see? You are in such a fine spot with this combo, I am sure you will see the meaning of life from there eventually.

a picture of me pondering

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06/21/11

"p." is short for...

amongst others, "parsifal"! Much like that silly would-be ruler of the Grail kingdom (cf. WWV 111), I am but a pure fool. What do I know, understand, feel about fashion, style, and such matters? Nothing, really. I stand in awe every single time, when inspiration strikes la dictatrice: "Dear me, that looks really horrible! Let's throw it over and take some uberstylish pictures." More than once I failed to verbalize my astonishment in any other form than that of an innocent question: "What is it?" Not that I had ever gotten an answer, but that is beside the point. I am just illustrating, you see? Another thing that is completely beyond me, is the role of conventions in this field - when are they sacrosanct and a breach is a clear sign of really bad taste: the wrong dress at a so-called royal wedding; when are the conventions just chains the breaking of which makes the truely original artist: please insert example, for I can't recall a specific one. I have not a clue. But, just like old Parsi has his Gurnemanz to introduce him to the Grail castle and the knights' big show, I am being led through all this mess, though not really thoroughly enlightened about it (just like Parsi), by la dictatrice. "Wer ist - der Gral?" - "Das sagt sich nicht."
One more thing: there is another feature I share with that operatic swan killer - I may not have a clue, but that doesn't keep me from the occasional strong opinion. So here goes: These yellow bling-bling sunglasses look really dumb! Ha!

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06/17/11

a revelation

The panther and I we are as thick as thieves. Yes, and I am watching far too much of New Jersey housewives. Must be as I am the target customer. Pretty shocking! It's great to see people with high income and low taste! Shame! My life is probably not even interesting enough for others to make fun of it. I mean, look at me: standing in a shopping mall, posing several minutes for this, dare I say, rather great shot? Speaks volumes really. Also offers a glimpse into why I watch New Jersey housewives. Recently at some interview about a certain berlin newspaper I had nothing positive to say about it whatsoever. Then they showed me the revamped version they are planning to release, and I was full of praise. Meaning? Yes, target customer! I actively fought against ever owning an apple or worse still: an iphone. Why? You guessed it. Ever since I own one, we are as thick as thieves. I slowly get the impression that someone out there really knows far too much about me. How can some stranger know so much? Says more about me than the company really! I may not be all that super individual as I had hoped to be. Bummer, lost AND common!

a commoner after all

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06/17/11

questions

Let's talk about sex, baby! Let's talk about you and me, lets talk about all the good things, all the bad things that may be!!
Check out the geniuses behind these lines here.

Why, oh why wasn't I given an afro? I mean, really! I soooo want one, they are just the coolest thing ever! And, more importantly, how come no one ever gets asked what they want to look like when they walk this earth? And how come some people pretend as if they were the only ones who heard the question and answered correctly? It's baffling how one can be conceited about one's look. Oh, here's another question: how come no one bothers to ask these kind of questions? I mean, no one seems to ask you how or where or when you will be born. I mean, imagine being in a city, somehow you got there, but you dont remember HOW you got there? Sounds like you are lost to me. Pretty lost. Plus, if you don't know HOW you got there, how on earth are you supposed to know either what you are supposed to do now that you are there nor where exactly it is you were planning to go in the first place? Strange, how people can be so offended when it is suggested that they may be lost. So, back to our coolest 1991 song bringing us a rerun of the college jackets. Let's talk about sex. Say you had the question HOW you got here, and the answer were: because someone somewhere had sex? I mean, yeah, sure that is the obvious answer, but REALLY? Shopping is great, writing blogs or reading them for that matter is great, don't get me wrong, but either can only provide so much distraction from the puzzle that sex and its effects bestow upon us!

lensflare, woot

jacket: poolman
glasses: baby phat
shoes: daniel hechter
necklace: colloseum
t-tea: dorfyluts
shorts: nike
grey shirt: calvin klein

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06/13/11

killing

Did I or did I not wash that scarf? Better make sure...You never know! Today was a great day. The hunter in me was awakened: hunting down flies! For reals! 10 of them, in quarter of an hour or so. Yes! It's all about the method! Once upon a time the swanky was skanky, Bocca di Bacco was called something else, I worked there, had the computer stolen from underneath my nose, well, and was tortured by the amount of flies. Had I known then what I know now, it wouldn't have come to the computer theft. And this one time, there were tons and tons of cockroaches, and they fly and run and aaaaaah, everything! And that is what I did: Scream!!!! Very loudly! My hippie mum raised three kids in the deepest darkest bush in some cockroach infested huts: Hats off to you, mum! When did you stop screaming, mum? And how did you ever stay on top of the must-haves of the season? Ah, questions, questions!...

a picture of me shaking it

things: ibid.

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06/13/11

decked

See how I am skinnyfying my leg there? Legs are so important, right? I mean its good to have one or two even, for reals! I spent some time wishing mine were gone, but that's a real dark chapter of mine, hidden in those memories that will never be digitally remastered. Well, here I am wondering where my blazer went. Yes, where is the DKNY thing? Maybe same place my rock and republic glasses went 8 days ago. Maybe 28 days later all my things will be, after infection, epidemic et al, gone for good? Oh, no, 28 days later was just a movie, these things dont happen in real life. And anyways, what virus could get my things to disintegrate? Its called langfingfang, the german-chinese for „theft“. Yeah, quite a damaging disease, that langfingfang.

them skinny legs is nice

things: ibid.

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06/13/11

tegel, florida

I am hiding from the audience that is only a stone's throw away. Yes, two restaurants, side by side, packed to the brim with retired people being so languid, they can't help but notice little old me. My photographer wonders why I mind being seen by them and not by potentially the world via the internet NOW? Oh, well...quite some discussion ground would have to be covered to get to the depth of this, daahlin! One thing is for sure: I am glad I have had my roaring twenties pre-digitalitis! Yes, I am the only one savoring the memories. Or not, depending...
Well, one thing I remember: some gent explaining the benefits of mixing turquoise with a nice red. And, a la Miley Cyrus, what better way to get red into the picture than by wrapping duff shoe laces around the wrist.

the same sunglasses and the same scarf

Rest: ibid.

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06/13/11

This is fashion news.

News are good. Says Mani. Mani sings well: here.
Well, we all know about maxi dresses, ethno print trousers, 90's grunge, flaaaared trousers. But whats next you may ask? Well, I am a nice person (yes, really, most of the time. Some person I strongly admire ranks love right up there with...Nothing really, its quite a stand alone thing) so, back to the subject. Focus, Miss Dot, focus! Right, I was looking through countless hours of material to bring you the abridged version of it, since I am so nice, and, well, pony tails in LV (we briefly mentioned the wet look thing before)
Louis also does box sized night porter uniform, chains(!!!!), plastic (as does Alexander Wang for that matter, with leather turned itno a hybrid), oversized round buttons, FABOOOOOSH belts! I mean, they are MARVEILLEUX!!!! There is still fur, peter pan collars abound, all in all pretty fantastic!
Givenchy is picking up the ridiculous animal print idea just taking it that one step further by adding pansies, YES, you read correctly: pansies! AND, it looks again: Dottilicious!!!
The shape is pretty boxy, we find college jackets in very textured velvet. Overknee length tulipy skirts (like Wang), WET LOOK HAIR!!!! (yes, I know, I know, thank me later!), and overall pretty dark colors! Mainly: black is the new black. Also, as does Marc Jacobs, we find some shiney stuff, here it is PVC. Also, some transparency, though, teh box silhouette offers high collars. This we also find in Chanel.
Vinyl and wool combines Celine, some fab similar combo we can also see in Wang's hybrid! Just dottilicious!!! But Celine continues on the box shape, high collar theme. Low pony tails, but wet look side parting, even if not as strict. And: we even find some GREAT baby pink!!! Yeah! Baby!
Haider Ackermann, fashions daahling, knows nothing of the box shape. He has turned the feel of twilight into a fantastically interesting shape. Very flowy, very rich colors and fabrics. AND: Yeah, you guessed it: Wet look, except he pulls the hair up onto the head for a cone! Yep, everythings possible, apart from: I won't go out looking like a cone head. At the CFDA awards, Chanel Iman (what a name! Can you even just consider doing anything OUTSIDE fashion with SUCH a name?) wore one of his creations, well, let me tell you, in winter, his faboosh coat and slinky trousers, I want to make them mine for that season! Isabel Marant does: Tassles!!!! Yeah! Remember the blacky dress tassle THING? Well, she has some faboosh tassle necklaces. There is always something very edgy-rocky about her collections, like a reverberating guitar string. Boots? Full of tassles! She says the sensuality is not when you offer everything up straight away! Well, I totally agree! But it seems for autumn/winter most designers agree. There is, with its turtle necks and box shapes something quite pure going on! Well, and may I dare to add my two cents? Its an hommage to the 90's. Remember? Well, yes, it is, floor length skirt with waist length shirt? Looks like a shelf...AND? VERY BOXEY!
Balenciaga? Boxey jackets! College style, sometimes vests. Oversized knit! SOOOO COOOL! PVC to be found, too. And, great great prints! Remember teh slinkys? Well, hair EVERYWHERE has that feel! So slick, so shiney. He doesnt do the pony tail, but the slickness is defo there.
Balmain? Boxey, high neckline, FABOOOOOOOOOOSHEST black suit with outside feather shoulder pads! Ohhhh, drooling.... and, remember our asbestos outfit? Jeppers, Balmain does it. In a glam rcok kinda style.
Gareth Pugh? Gone a bit into the gothic corner, with pointed caps, flowey capes, matt silkey voluptuous drapery, a very theatrical twilight feel(though he would probably slay me for making such a pop reference about his collection). FABOOOOOOOSHEST blue dress! Great great collar! MMMMH! GOLD! Yeah, asbestos again! No, we didnt sneak a peak. We just know.....Yeah, I know, thank me later.
Mugler? Well, I shall pass the obvious news, she already has 10 million followers. Apart from that? HIGH PONY TAILS! YEAH! Pat McGrath does for Miucca Prada an innocent look. Pony tails again, over sized buttons, again, box-shapes, again.
Wang? Slinkey hair, sweaters are dresses are sweaters, whole punched together, fur, box, tuxedo, grey, (listen to his interviews: I swear bubbles form as he tries to explain what he has done there)
All in all we have some organza all round, you wont be able to get away from the box shape, over sized buttons, peter pan collars, pvc daahlin, the hair stays down (apart from opting for a high pony tail) make-up a la Pat McGrath: innocent, with a tinge of smoke, but nothing majorly extravagant. All in all pretty sincere.

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06/13/11

Remember Newton?

How can anyone forget?! Born in Berlin (it's clicking now, right? Not Leibniz's competitor), obsessed with tallness? Uhm, the blonde chick by the beach? Just her frame and the wet look hair?
The blue beach in the background? Jeppers, THAT picture. Well, he is enclosing me somehow, so a little tribute to him via pilot glasses and wet look hair. Wet look is in fact so cool that McQueen is taking it to another level by covering their models heads in barrettes. And Yves Saint Laurent? Wet wet wet!
And, daahlin, remember the keychain and customized DIOR bracelet? Well, faboosh chains on YSL's dresses, necks etc, so, read dottilicious, and be one step ahead of YSL.
Oh, Stella is doing the tight pony tail, too. And, she has some faboosh dresses, peel and reveal, black dot's! They are dottilicious!!! I do wet look with a fringe, but no need, you can keep it a classy essex face lift style if you so wish.

sunglasses and a scarf

Baby pink top: twenty8twelve
top top: dorfyluts
skirt: HandM
Blazer: DKNY
Earrings: HandM
scarf: from the streets of london (literally! I found it there. Remember, Ed? But, not to worry, I HAVE washed it since, you know...)
Necklace: hand made and imported from Sierra Leone.
boots: stylists own (my way of saying I cant read the brand. They are from italy, leather, and faboosh, thats that!)
glasses: stylists own, but not from italy

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