Masters of the art

Enigmatic part of Saul Leiter's works.

So different, so special. 

Light and snow, glass and water, fog and sun, shadows and...umbrellas.

New York. Fifties.

Language happiness reflection

You know what I like the most about English? About speaking it, listening to it, talking with English and Americans?

That because of this language everyone is equal. I feel really free while speaking English. And I think about native speakers as open-minded, joyful people with so much positive energy that can make everyone's day.

In English your boss is "you", your friend is "you", the pope is "you", everybody you dislike is just "you". You don't have to look up to speak to them. You can make them favors, but you're as important as they are.
In Polish, which is my mother tongue, you speak to people you don't know well by using "Mr, Mrs". Your boss is your BOSS, not the person who hires you and you just work together to make some effort. You own them very big amount of respect, so Polish people usually dislike their bosses because they have to hide their negative opinons.  Of course, in English you need to respect them as well, but you are the part of the system, in your workplace. You can catch some distance. Maybe it's only my imagination, but I really feel that so much depends on the language you use. The whole life's attitude. Your working ability, your self-worth, your mood.

When I only hear British accent, I feel happy. And I'm glad that native speakers are back to my workplace.
Everything is gonna change for better. It will be lighter and brighter. Because of sounds, because of their relaxed attitude. I feel great when I can do a cup of coffee for Lindsey or Tom. I don't feel really good when I have to make coffee to Mrs K. Everyday.

sometimes I think that if i wasn't so afraid of travelling I would take my life and move to another country

and so many of my friends woulddo the same

Amorr

Found on Flickr.

Amorrr Burakova's Photography

Maybe it's all about dreaming a story for each photograph?

Venice first glimpses - how I play a professional reviewer.

As I know nothing about red carpets and prom fashion - I'll  make a fool of myself and tell you what I think about Venice's film festival looks. Just like an expert. Just like a fashion blogger, who I'm totally not.

Criticism orgy - let's begin! 

Mia Wasikowska

Neat and classic, but I'm afraid too sad... Looks like someone really got into Jane Eyre's melancholy and tragedy. But I adore the simplicity and romanticism of this outfit. 

Carey Mulligan

Oh, the kind girl has arrived! Perfect shoes, nice dress, chic glasses. beautifiul smile... So pretty. So Carey. So boring. 

Michelle Dockery

I adore Michelle Dockery, but this look absolutelty doesn't fit her. Maybe I'm used to the vintage style of Downton Abbey. The somethingaboutsixties dress and too massive shoes, not to mention this little bag which is so similar to those you can buy on markets, does no good for my dearest Lady Mary.

Freida Pinto


Could be and everyday outfit. Freida looks lovely and so young in this dress. She chose beautiful shoes and her make up is perfect - makes her shine. But I would brush my hair before going to the party...

Virginie Ledoyen



That's how an ancient Greek queen could look. Electra perhaps? What a simple dress, perfect for a lady. Is Virginie old enough to choose a matron's outfit? Well... Good choice of  the bag - pawky!

Sandra Bullock


What's about those All Shades of Red? A new trend, to blend with the carpet? I really don't understand  the purpose of having dress which should cover your body, but then surprise! - they do not at all! If you decide to wear long dress it should be long. Sandra Bullock is not "fresh" enough to show her super legs in that sort of  gown. She looks so sad in this piece of  tailor's art. Red and black - so boring. Too pale shade of poppy red to fit Sandra.

Sandra&George

Now's just perfect! 



Please, say how you do not agree with my "so expert" opinions! :)

L'experiment extremal!

Because I can be ridiculously spontaneous sometimes (usually at really wrong time), half of the hour before  writing this,  I’ve started the REVOLUTION. Totally extreme one.

Everything was just as everyday. I got back from work, pissed off and tired as hell, hungry as shit… Ok, you know what I mean. But as I hate chaos – I’ve already took out the laudry and emptied the dishwasher, just before dropping myself on bed. As I felt bored just resting (big mistake, I do not get enough relax by doing something all the time!) I started to read another chapter of the amazing, absolutely marvelous and extremely wise book by Jennifer L.Scott – Lessons the Madame Chic. My eyelids dropped, the headache got intense because of tireness, but I kept on going. And then …

There was a description of French wardrobes there. The author claimed that all the chic French need is the wardrobe with 10 items and some accessories. I laughed with irony. What? Never. Suicide is better! And I saw all those Paris Fashion Week victims – do they have 10 items in their wardrobes?! Yes. Maybe. 10 THOUSAND.

But after realizing how the whole idea was crazy, I’ve decided to do it myself!

Well, maybe not exactly as strict as Jennifer L.Scott, but you have to be flexible with everything, don’t you?

So. The plan is to hold out for a week with the wardrobe smaller by 70%. Jesus. I’ll do it.

Sorry guys...

My Extremely Empty Wardrobe

The questions from the book were very useful. This is how they go:

1.       Ask yourself if you still like this thing.

2.       Do you wear it often?

3.       Does it fit you?

4.       Does it still match with you and your current style?

The results of this survey were surprising. It came to me that I don’t really like a lot of the things I wear frequently. And some of those I love, do not fit me anymore (I lost some weight recently). The question about style was the most difficult one.

Now, looking on my wardrobe I can say that:

-          I do not wear many colors, but I have got few things that are extremely colorful

-          I wear all shades of green

-          I’m afraid of buying colors that it is said don’t fit readheads

-          I love having lots of base items (one colour, long sleeved tshirts which I usually wear under the sweater during autumn and winter)

-          I’m a sweater addict

-          I used to cover my shapes

-          I have trouble with throwing away things that someone bought me (my mum mostly…)

-          I’m not the classic type but I said goodbye to the ethnic me also

-          I’m monotonous!

All Shades Of Green

All right. The plan is – week with two shelves' wardrobe. Then – who knows? Maybe I’ll throw away the rest and start to live like French? Or I’ll define my new look and go shopping wasting all my money!

It’s a big thing in this experiment – something about asking WHO I AM…?

Family

Recently, my enthusiasm for art of photography have waned over a little bit. I can not help the feeling that everything is repetitive and all the pictures could come from the same photographer. It's not a big deal to take an expensive or old camera, shot the picture, do some photoshop work and name your own site (it usually sounds like John Bull's Photography or Anna Karenina's Photography Art  - maybe I'm jealous, because with my name and surname no Art or Photography looks good!). All of those artistic projects want to held the idea of spirit and metaphor in its pictures, show beauty and temeperament, move the softest strings of our soul - and because of that they end to be repetitive and release  no emotion at all.

And because of that I rarely catch my own cameras, too. Photography was my everyday joy, but don't see its sense now. Everything looks the same and I always thought photography is an art of sharing the moments. Showing others what they didn't have a chance to see at that time. And with whom should I share it? Make my own site with Photography in the name and have no followers? ;)

And I really have nothing to photograph. I did it all before.

But, well, apart from digressions about the artistic stagnation, I wanted to say that I found today some photographies that moved me. Maybe not because of their artistic flair, but the subject itself. Some photos are not ingeniously amazing, but the happiness lightning from them is very positive. Especially on such bad Monday as today.

America - in America everyone's happy.

So, what about happy families? do they exist?

Rebecca Sehn claims - yes and shows them

I love the light.

I love the themes of paths and open spaces and the ocean.

What a great metaphors of the family life.

This Little Lady is the Queen of  Charm!