Chanson du mois de mai

L’âne le roi et moi
Nous serons morts demain
L’âne de faim
Le roi d’ennui
Et moi d’amour

I think I’ve completely lost my ability to write.

The Order of Chaos

Olivera Katarina, Uzrok smrti ne pominjati
→ competition is best when you're your own opponent
→ constantly alternating between wanting to move somewhere else (i.e. belgrade) because not much makes sense here any more and "everything will be okay" (but when?)
→ (meni stvarno više nije problem da se spakujem i odem)
→ grace coddington stole the show in the september issue, so much that i want to take a night flight to charles de gaulle and materialize in the gardens of versailles at dusk
→ what do blind people see in their dreams?
→ there are instances when my watch doesn't stop as if it's wired to my heart and it always means something.
→ "zelo mi je žal, ampak nisem uspela napisati eksplikacije, ker me roman preveč spominja na moje nerealizirano ljubezensko življenje in me vsak drugi stavek spravlja v jok." 15. december.


→ in the process of printing my favorite photos from the past few years. i put them in a box, such high concentration of memories in a small box, it's strange and makes me rethink everything, like how on earth did it happen that the sea looks so liquid in that dubrovnik photo taken with a disposable camera i bought at the foot of the acropolis.
→ "she's a landmine draped in dior." i mention shiina ringo too often here, too often because you can't understand any of it unless you listen to her music. but really i am so in love with 密偵物語 (mittei monogatari), i imagine it playing in super trendy shibuya cafés and then of course it's very international, havana, caracas, monaco nights, and the 007 references, oh. "you're insufferable, 009. i will not allow such sloppy execution next time."
→ the appeal is the mystery.



I've always referred to this photo as my self-portrait.

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The thing is,
« Adieu, je vous laisse le meilleur de moi-même. »
"I leave you with the best part of myself."

"Najboljše, kar je v meni, ostaja z Vami."
(Proust, Ubežnica)

In my bag

I like to keep it simple.

I don't like titles

boots Zara, pants R Exclusive, bag Marjeta Grošelj, poncho Sisley

Alan Hranitelj – "The Dandy"

Alan Hranitelj was my first ever favorite designer when I was a child. It's difficult to describe his iconic status in the Slovenian cultural scene -- although he's generally perceived as a fashion designer, (1) he doesn't do collections, (2) his clothes cannot be bought anywhere and (3) he's essentially anti-fashion. He mainly designs costumes for theatre and film and occasionally puts up an exhibition that will remain the talk of the town for at least one year (the last one was Jesen, zima 2008/09, ice sculptures made of everything but ice). He's currently working with Cirque du Soleil in Canada and China.

Alan was born in Zagreb, Croatia and moved to Ljubljana when he was 16, abandoning formal design education to dedicate himself fully to his work. At 23 they invited him to Milan, but he only stayed until the end of the contract. Although I often hang around the part of Ljubljana he frequents the most, I've only seen him once in my entire life. My friend N. has more luck and always sends me a text message "Just saw THE Dandy!" after a sighting ("The Dandy" being the original nickname she invented for him, we don't translate it). If I could have a dress custom made by any designer in the world, it would probably be him.

These photos are from his 2006 monography "Kostumografija" (Costume Design). It's one of my all-time favorite books even though there isn't much text -- sometimes you don't need words to create a story. How interesting would it be to live in his head?

(To view the photos in their original size, right click → View Image)



"The Useful Madness", Hyper Hall' 96 exhibition in Copenhagen, 1996



"Psyche", Slovensko mladinsko gledališče, 1993


Hat for the exhibition "A Handbag & 12 Hats", Gallery Equrna, 1993



(my favorite)


"The Bald Soprano", SNG Drama Maribor, 2004

Fashion show, Barcelona, 1987

Solo exhibition, Museum of Modern Art Ljubljana, 1991

"Psyche", Slovensko mladinsko gledališče, 1993

Alan Hranitelj by Hermetica. Fashion show, Milan, 1991

"A Handbag & 12 Hats", solo exhibition, Gallery Equrna, Ljubljana, 1993

"Alice in Wonderland", Slovensko mladinsko gledališče, 1994

"Capek and Klara", Lutkovno gledališče Ljubljana, 1995

Hyper Hall' 96, exhibition, Copenhagen, 1996

"Pippi Longstocking", Slovensko mladinsko gledališče, 1998


"Trade Fair Aluminium", Essen, dress-structure, commissioned by Impol d.d., 1998


"Pygmalion", Mestno gledališče ljubljansko, 1999


"Stones Would Catch Fire", SNG Drama Ljubljana, 2000






Fashion show, Millenium Dome, London, 2000


"Mnemosyne", Gledališče Glej, 2005


"Love and Solitude", HNK Ivana pl. Zajca, Rijeka, 2005

"I was always told not to settle. Therefore, I will probably die alone."

blouse Mojca Makuc, shoes Emporio Armani, pants R Exclusive
I'm loving the asymmetrical collar of this blouse. Finally something nice I can wear to university too -- I'm still finding my balance ("Do I want to completely destroy a piece by wearing it from 8 AM to PM in the cold, rain, on the bus, in class where there's very little space etc.?"). The shoes were designed by my friend in Milan -- she appropriately calls them "disco shoes".

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I've decided that I want to go to NYC in spring and therefore have to save a ton of money. But I probably won't go anyway as finding company for flying over the pond for a couple of days just to hang around is one of the hardest things I can think of due to time and money issues and I refuse to go alone because I'm so sick of traveling by myself I cannot even begin to describe it. It's basically all I did this year and finally the point has come when I've had enough although I never imagined it actually happening since I like being alone very much. I don't know the cause of it, but the effect is obvious. Anyone ever had a similar experience?

New moleskine

Stamp: custom made in 2 minutes in a tiny shop in Dorsoduro, Venice (on the way to The Peggy Guggenheim Collection) last year.

On Fashion, part II

Devil Wears Prada

on fashion, part II

V. fashion as a form of communication
I think the core reason I started paying attention to what I wore in my early teens was a subconscious need to connect to others. I'm very shy and I can never talk to all the people I want to talk to, so I started putting together more unusual and thought-out outfits in hopes that someone will find them interesting and approach me. Even though this "method" often works well, people's interpretations of myself and what I wore sometimes differ from what I intended, but that's normal and inspires me to reconsider other aspects of successful communication (the ones you'd normally think of before clothes).

VI. garment as a piece of art
Buying a piece and letting it rest in your closet for a while in order to "warm up" to it versus buying a piece without the actual intention of ever wearing it (thus treating it like a sculpture or a painting).

When I bought my first piece (a black silk blouse) by my favorite Japanese designer a few years ago, I didn't wear it for 8 months out of some crazy respect towards (everything behind) it and because I thought my then-character wasn't yet able to support such a piece; at the same time, however, I knew that one day it definitely would be. Although this was the closest I ever got to purchasing something just to have it near me, I understand the principles behind sticking to everlasting admiration without one's further involvement and somehow I'm almost sure that at some point such a story is bound to happen to me too.


To be continued.

→ On Fashion, part I