old fashioned

Hello there,
so I'm home with my parents for the Christmas break, and i'm ready to kill myself and them. i've been home for 2 days and i've got my finger on the trigger. Now, just before i get into the another rant, you should probably know that Russian's are not quiet people, the more you love someone the louder you must yell at them over insignificant things such as crumbs or not changing into 'home' clothing the second one walks through the door. Crazy is not the word to describe my family. I'm sitting here in the arm chair watching Heston's feast on youtube and my mother decides that my mac is giving off radiation and i may get cancer. this naturally provokes an argument. She loves watching today tonight and other current affair programs, where any topic has to be sensationalized, eg: 'is your tea pot trying to kill you as you sleep? we uncover the ticking time bomb that the manufacturers don't want you to know', and hence has a extreme point of view on any form of technology or household appliance. we even have a magnet taped to the tap, so that the water is magnetized and thus healthier. This argument went on for longer than normal, my dad even tried to play the 'dumb' card by patronizingly asking me weather i know the difference between standby mode on a computer and off. He even tried to fool me, by saying: 'i don't know the difference, can you explain it to me..?' YESS DAD, OF COURSE I'LL EXPLAIN IT TO YOU, YOU ONLY SPEND EVERY SPARE MOMENT OF YOUR TIME ON YOUR 2 COMPUTERS, INSTALLING VARIOUS PROGRAMS AND AD-ONS. ITS AN EASY THING TO NOT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE OF STAND BY AND OFF...!!!!!!!!!  i find the fact that they decided to paint my room, naturally the days that i will be there, slightly amusing. It's not like the paint fumes are toxic. i feel like I'm sleeping inside a bottle of amle. But my parents had an issue with macbook's radiation. Anyway, silent treatment is the next step in resolving a family feud, so the taping of my fingers on the keyboard of my mac as i write this is the only noise resonating through the tense, paint fumed air of the family home.

Anyway, back to the original point of this post! I got myself a Christmas pressie, a Comme des Garcons persona collection blazer dress. i am so happy!!! it is one of the prettiest things i have ever seen in my life. basically the premise of this collection was the juxtaposing traditional menswear pieces with classic womens wear in a Frankenstein manor. my delightful friend is a beautiful black, velvet trimmed blazer with two slits in the front chest panels with a delightfully kitsch black brocade dress sewn in. the dress is twisted over so its kinda hard to wear, but as far as i know, Rei intended the dress to hang in the front like an extra person. it makes me feel a touch like a Siamese twin. i've been watching mad men a lot and decided that that is the styling for the outfit post. For the record im wearing, Comme des Garcons blazer/dress, shirt i made myself, black Jack London suit pants, Dries Van Noten elastic shoes and vintage Persol sunglasses. I took the pictures in my delightful mansion around the lovely lady of the house. hope you all like them.
PS. now that I'm ready to post this, the argument that i had with my parents is over. Its like nothing ever happened. 

forgotten but not gone.

hello there,
My name is Vlad, i am the author of this blog. Not a very good one seeing as i haven't posted a scheric of a post since August!!!!
Sorry.
But i would like to thank you guys for leaving me nice supportive comments while i was away (mentally). it really made me feel guilty (so, well done) for neglecting this blog like that spur of the moment sale purchase that in the heat of the ecstatic atmosphere seems necessary to my very existence, but alas is another pair of ridiculously uncomfortable and feet mangling shoes that will now sit ceremoniously in their box along with all the other past season dregs, that have accumulated in my wardrobe... hmm, apparently i have issues.
so anyway, i finished uni for the year and have now moved up one notch in the social hierarchy that is RMIT Fashion. Only 2 more years left! woo! *fist pump*. This year all the 2nd year students had a fashion show at the GPO. We got the opportunity to either have a performance piece or be part of the runway. being the egocentric person that i am, i chose performance piece. before i get into that i should probs explain my final prototype.
This semester we were learning about the traditions of tailoring and the techniques involved. i was in the fancy pants experimental class and so as a result my tailoring outcome was an experiment. my proposition is a garment that comes as a flat sheet of fabric that can be assembled with the use of zips to construct a blazer. its a very simple concept that looks quite effective especially in a performance art arena. I did a shoot with my bezzie Ci, and here it is! Also I'll try and put up the video, but its on facebook and I'm not sure if that will work...
Vlad
ps. sorry again for being such a flakey bitch tit and not posting.

birth of the romantic

Hey there!
I have just become independent, a free spirit, a dove set free into the clear blue sky that is my new house aka Mansion de la Footscray. Just moved in and I am so excited to be able to run my own life. This is the reason why I haven’t been blogging because there were quite a few issues and unforseen circumstances that threw a myriad of spanners in the works. One particularity enjoyable one was the night before the signing away of our lives, not 1, but 2 people pulled out!!!! So that was fun to deal with, but its all fine now. Mostly everyone is in place, we still don’t have a tea pot which makes my mornings challenging, I’m sleeping on an inflatable mattress and haven’t even started thinking about managing my wardrobe, but I’m not complaining. We have a 2m tall Venus sculptures in our entrance hall…finally my surroundings match my inner self. hahahaha
Anyway Wednesday night was the ‘Romance was born’ launch. I made it my job to be there. Surprisingly it wasn’t as packed with wankers as the previous exhibition I went to. That was very refreshing. Also the fact that black was not in abundance. Shock horror!!! Even I, yes I, a person that even has black sheets…mmmm sexy like a panther… wore colour, and not like a dull shade of burgundy, but like bright digital printed glory! The flips side of this was that I blended into the incredible ‘Romance was born’ wall paper, just a tad. The exhibition was really cool and from my understanding they were launching their new digital print which consisted of faux taxidermy creatures. The creatures were then displayed on baroque style side tables. It was fantastic! The champagne kept flowing and we all had a blast. Aileen and I went to dinner after and I was still drunk when I got home. I’m pretty sure I fell out of the cab. I definitely was judged by the driver. Lol
Anyway here are the pictures:

Beatuty after death

hello there,
sorry about the late post... its becoming a trend... tisk tisk vlad.
Anyway, last week, maybe even the week before i went to the Julia DeVille and William Llewellyn Griffiths jewelery exhibition 'Nights Plutonian'. Look, what can i say, there work is amazing. there work has a very unique and identifiable aesthetic that works brilliantly together. Julia used animals that she taxidermied herself to create wonderful hybrid sculptures cross jewelery, and William used animal skeletons to create these entrancing moving circus scenes and jewelery installations. It was all so morbid and yet so fun. There were so many bits and pieces that i would happily house in my humble abode. lol The crowd there was quite fascinating. I felt like i was at a fashion funeral, kinda like in Zoolander when 3 of Derek's house mates died in the gasoline fight. It was a sea of black, lots of Miyake pleats, Rick Owens distressed leather and drappy silks. Unfortunately not all of them were as nice on the inside as they were on the outside. I got all excited to be in such an intensely visual environment that i want to take picture for you guys. I was so intimidated, gave myself a pep-talk just get myself in the media zone. lol What can go wrong? People are nice, right?...apparently they're not. So i walk up to the guy with two piggy tail plats and an awesome leather jacket with giant eyelets and kindly asked him if i could take his picture, he looks at me, slightly convulses and shakes then turns away and continues with his conversation. WANKER. Didn't even say anything. If he said, 'no thank you' i would have been totally fine, some people don't like photos. But no he was a cunt. So that naturally threw me off and as he was the first person i asked. If he was the second or even third person, i would have brushed it off and kept going. Oh well. so i had another complimentary drink and just took some picture of the art. And here they are:







Julia and Ferri