"Don't go fighting against the spring" Lorenzo the poet

A few days ago, I have been emotionally taken aboard in the fabulous story 'A room with a view' by E.M Foster. If you have not read it, I urgently advise you to. This novel is perfect for transcending into the deep and luscious culture of Italy and its sweet perfume of pleasure and adventure. And talking about Italy, I am sure you darlings have already checked out the wanton hit Gucci made with this flower power collection for fall 2011. (and if you have not here below are a few appatisers) 

You cannot beat the spring in nature and also the spring and men. Gucci surpassed the leaden winter, warred the seasons together and bought us this fifty miles of Florence,cutting draped to admire and praise. I may be under the influence of Mr Foster and his love for the boot shape country but this collection prodigally bought jaunt to my future winter.

Thinking of you.

Thinking of all the people affected by the earthquake/Tsunami/Nuclear crisis. 

I send my deepest sympathy.

This is such a dire situation... I have lost my words.

♥

-JG

If you have not heard yet my dears, you are about to be extremely entirely disappointed in a person many seeking-extravangenza fashion hunter, followers of inspirational inaccessibly garments or people like me amazed at anything that brittle,  have put their entire faith and belief in.  John Galliano (-the great), the one who made us dream and travel throughout fairytale or lost cultures, in a cafe in Paris on Monday, fired verbally abused at a french couple using anti Semitism accusations (which I dare not to comment on). This accident was being filmed which followed a fast loop straight around major gossip websites around the world. 

A man we all thought to be sane, even being his faux air of drunken pirate. Galliano was suspended from Dior after the episode reported, and hopefully without a return ticket. 

I will never be able to respect or admire his creations. Now I will see all his catwalk as ordeal, perverse and insanity. The only mediatic reaction was made by actress Natalie Portman saying "I am deeply shocked and disgusted by the video of John Galliano's comments that surfaced today... In light of this video, and as an individual who is proud to be Jewish, I will not be associated with Mr. Galliano in any way. I hope at the very least, these terrible comments remind us to reflect and act upon combating these still-existing prejudices that are the opposite of all that is beautiful.". This a statement which I agree with. We should all immunize ourself against this epidermis of racism and prejudices, act against all of this. A designer does not create, he acodomates, so maybe the world of fashion should come out of its shell quickly to trace a big bold chalk line between right and wrong. 

To John Galliano.

I am jewish and proud.  

Inspirations of the day.

"Did you talk to her parents too"- The Addams Family

Sorry dear blog, I have neglected you. Left you in the corner of my web paged bookmark, when I should have nurtured you. I apologise to all of you readers and thanks you for still reading. This signifies a lot to me.

Now has been a while, I have started blogging. I have fallen into this time consuming and thrilling experience. I can remember my first follower (my parents are not considered in this), this person was really special to me. He or she made me believe could transcend my capacities to make my voice heard, I am thankful to all of you.

Meanwhile, lets move on to something dilarious, enough with this emotional talk. Who would have thought watching The Addams family could bring this much nostalgia? I have retrieved and viewed this comedy/horror/fantasy 1991 film featuring the devilish looking, Christina Ricci. Oh dear, I love this film, this Gothic and torturous humour, strange but amicable characters, the stereotypical Americans neighbours, Mr & Mrs Addams frivolous love, The hand... I could go on and on.

Here is are some pictures to demonstrate my adoration for this family.

Oh my great,

A few weeks ago I have read The Great Gadsby, novel written by Mr Fitzgerald. I have no intention to spit on the great American litterature of this ludic early 20th centenry. But at the moment I finally closed the book after 2 enduring hours of intense reading. Satisfaction was not there. Almost disappointment eluded my mind.

At the first line of this book, I was already forseen this jazy fresh new way of life, I was ready to enter this Art deco world and enjoy an explicit literature. However it wasn't there. I disliked the characters, and found Francis Scott quite pretentious in his style of writing. If his intentions were to disgust us of the vain world of New York West egg, of its urban organisations,cocktail  of people and place, lively nights and land of ash- he was defiantly successful. Netherless I cannot deny his magnificent metaphors and elaborated techniques were just blowing my mind and I am proud to say I now understand the meaning behind his epithet of American Master.

The main character  Nick Carrawa, a narrator. was only a glim of present and you would zigzag into his monthly encounters with Mr Gatsby or other characters.  Not many thoughts, perceptions or colour. Nick had the "emotional insight of a goldfish whose owner left a book of Freud case studies open on the credenza beside the tank". (quote by James Wolcott) There was just not emotion it was all blurry, a pure mist representing the corruption of American's Dream. The other characters, I dare not to speak of. All hostile. They were 


I am guessing F. Scott Fitzgerald is not for me.


However a few days ago, I watched the film, durected by Jack Clayton... you guessed it. I feel in love with Robert Redford playing Jay Gatsby. Breath taking gorgeous. The film made sense to a book that didnt. There was emotions...


If any of you read "The Great Gatsby" what are your thoughts about it? 

A wickedtale.

After a fine day in London with my mumma, Lauren joined me for a fun night watching Nowhere boy (so much love for  Aaron Johnson and John Lennon) and taking photos while raving at the child prodigy, willow smith. I have to say I used to dislike her and found quite pretentious and bland, maybe my jealousy spoke at the time, but now I have realised she has nothing this  dangerously  spoilt.  Introduced early in the showbiz, her and her brother will possibly grow up and become the New generation, the next Smith. Now we just have to watch what paths the " little stars" are taking.

Switching back to the photoshot : Our photographer for the night? Well my little sweetie little deer whom I call Jud Jud (idem Judith or little tiger). Her photo below

Lauren + Me , check this Miss's blog here.

The sky in my bedroom,

 and again my precious Lauren.