my personal pet-peeves when it comes to “fashion people” include: loosely-laced/unlaced combat boots. SERIOUSLY it’s almost hilarious how those people don’t understand the whole concept of combat boots.. but sigh, “fashion people”.
re ann d. leaving her label.. i am sad and a bit shocked, though honestly i knew this day would come. i guess it’s just so weird for me, considering all my favourite labels are still being designed by their “original” designers, so it’s hard for me to imagine what their brands would look like under a different person. i hope ann d. won’t become another brand who will live in the past, through our beloved browsing/sharing of old collections, because it is one of the literally 3 brands that i still get more excited for when i see on the runway, rather than presented by a 10+ year old piece on ebay..
a ticket machine in the moscow metro apparently accepts squats as payments TUMBLR I’M WAITING!
it’s such a waste though, because i look so good reading kafka in lace underwear and an oversized cardigan; why am i single?
in other news, i also managed to spill piping hot coffee all over my legs.
i remember talking, with soviet i think, about how we really enjoy gosha rubchinskiy’s aesthetics because somehow it felt.. real. i think it’s because no matter how european (hah) our lives may be now, there’s always this little piece of our homeland that creeps out and manifests itself; in one way or another. and it was nice knowing that there’s someone out there that understands this.
fast forward a few months, i feel like we’ve all become so disgustingly fake. because you know what, i do enjoy my julius and rick owens and archive raf and, regardless of those emaciated russian skinheads that i might occasionally reblog, i would not exchange those for a fake adidas tracksuit. i don’t really squat on a daily basis (well okay i actually do BUT MY RUSSIAN MATUSHKA HATES IT). i pretty much prefer tea to cheap spirits for breakfast, and my cupboard has more whiskey/sake in it that vodka. it’s all fine and dandy, sure, let’s pour vodka on our breasts and have skinny, blue-eyed drug addicts lick it off in front of a portrait of putin, overlooking us proudly. i love my roots, i love and am proud of the fact that i have such an ancestry, but i really hate the fact that i’ve let myself relax, post more mundane russian shit on here because “it’s okay, tumblr will get it, tumblr will like it”. all in all, пошли МЫ все нахуй!
and now i guess, brb getting some водка yea?
since i doubt this would interest any of you who are not bulgarian/living in bulgaria, i will be writing in bulgarian SRY мисълта ми е, че това е.. мега, мега гадничко. защо? като за начало, ние - а и всички поколения след нас - са свикнали парите им да са монети до 1лв., включително. макар и 2лв. да не ви се струва толкова различно от един, вярвайте ми - има разлика. несъзнателно, ние приемаме харченето на монети като харчене на дребни пари. и поради тази причина аз лично харчех доста повече, отколкото бих харчила иначе, разплащайки се с японски йени (при които всичко до 999 йени е на стотинки; т.е. около 14лв. в малки, сребристи монетки). същото се отнася до и до еврото, където плащайки 2€, аз давах 4лв. като нищо.. затова и не мисля, че навлизането на 2лв. в монети би било добра идея - защото не ми се иска несъзнателно да харча повече, отколкото имам намерението да харча.
писна ми да мъкна стотинки, бе. аз да не ходя с буркан в чантата?!
wow i miss your stupid face come see me :(
what if i made a blog named kakashka, what if?
(very pretentious post incoming BUT) my cat bit and left bite marks on my RO clutch/wallet .___.