Sunday, August 29, 2010

Istanbul Intermission...

...I am off for 2 weeks to the magical place where East meets West...I will most likely be out of blogging touch, as I am not bringing my laptop...I wish you all a fabulous remainder of the summer and an even more fabulous start to the new school year...lots of love...
Love K

3 things...

...I never travel without...my trusty camera, my journal and LOVE...I know, I know how cheesy of me...but it's true...happy day everyone!
Love K

packing away...

...last minute packing for Istanbul...eeeekkkkk can't believe I am going today...if it wasn't for that pesky flight....
Love K

Saturday, August 28, 2010

bliss...

...good night and sweet dreams...my love...
Love K

evenings...

...I absolutely love mornings...the promise of a new adventure, a brand new start, the anticipation of what's in store (a HUGE cup of tea to start ;-)...but even more so, I love evenings...especially in urban settings (don't ask me why-I just do)...I love how the light of the fading sun hits the windows of skyscrapers, how the traffic noise seems to die down from the day's activities and how everything seems to move at a slower pace...what is it about evenings in the city? They just feel so comforting for some reason...I feel that the image below is a beautiful depiction of what I am trying to articulate but cannot seem to find the right words for...
Love K

Starbucks inspiration...

...channelling some inspiration to come to me...in the form of a Starbucks cup perhaps...let's hope something...anything...
Love K

fashioning architecture...

Personally for me style is defined by many things...it is not just the clothes we wear or how we accessorize but it also manifests in the way we walk, talk, write and design the spaces around us...it is something inherent, that cannot be duplicated because it emanates from within, and it is unique to each of us...however, I also believe that it can be translated from one form to another...from fashion to architecture, from clothes to words etc...that being said I thought it would be a fun project to try and convert some amazing interiors into fashion...here is my first attempt...I took a photo (from designspongeonline.com) of a gorgeous interior and used polyvore to translate it into the fashion collection below...hope it worked :-)
Love K

Friday, August 27, 2010

...thank you & good night...

...and sweet sweet dreams...
Love K

Juicy goodness...

...one more oldie but goodie...I love Juicy Couture ads in general mostly because I find them super creative and I love the colours (of course), but this one I love in particular, so I thought I would share...enjoy...
Love K

LOVE...from DKNY...

...I know this ad is a bit old...but I love it anyway...and that dress...sigh...
Love K

...toast...

...yes...let's... :-)
Love K

Thursday, August 26, 2010

...off to sleepyville...
Love K

Poems of Fernando Pessoa...


Love K

unseen...

...how true...but isn't it absolutely wonderful when you find someone who you can be 'just you' with even when they are looking? It's a beautiful thing...
Love K

Caroline Andrieu Fashion Illustrations...

I just discovered these fashion illustrations (via Trendland.com) by Caroline Andrieu...they are absolutely amazing...Andrieu is the director of Conde Nast GQ and Vogue's online sites and her runway drawings are really exceptional...my personal favourite is the first image shown below along with the third...stunning....for more illustration click here and enjoy: runway illustrations
Love K

A chance encounter in Old Constantinople - thestar.com


Karen T. BartlettSpecial to the Star

ISTANBUL—A pink and lavender dawn backlights the silhouettes of the minarets and domes that define Old Constantinople. From the deck of my cruise ship, I get my first look at Istanbul, the 2000 year-old capital of the ancient Roman, Byzantine and Ottoman Empires.

I haven’t slept well. Whirling dervishes, with their white capes and pointed hats, kept spinning around in my head, mixed up in my dreams with the smoky haze from hookah pipes. One minute I was lost in the maze of a street bazaar, the next minute I was lounging like a sultana in a steamy hamam, the darkly mysterious Turkish bath of the ancient world.

Istanbul is a port of call on Crystal Serenity’s twelve-day Byzantine Odyssey voyage. I’ll have less than 48 hours to touch, taste and feel the intense flavors of this “city of a thousands mosques.”

From the drop-off point of my cruise shuttle, I head toward the spires of the New Mosque. But I hit a dead end at a massive gray stone wall. I pass through the break in the wall – a soaring Moorish arch, into what looks like a major motion picture in production. A man in a stained white baker’s shirt is maneuvering a cart of oven-fragrant simit (sesame-coated bread) over rough cobblestones. Carpet vendors are barking at each other and passing tourists.

The crumbling wall is covered with Turkish rugs and copper pots, with stacks of silks and pillows at its base. An opening in a second wall reveals a wide corridor with scores of side passages, crammed with swords, magical Aladdin’s lamps, leather, tin, ceramics, textiles and jewelry. Everywhere are cobalt blue orbs with white centers. Evil Eyes: protection against harmful spirits.

I’ve stumbled into Kapaliçarsi, the Grand Bazaar. Lounging on the very first pile of rugs is a tall, leathery character right out of Central Casting: a dapper, 80-something Kurdish aristocrat in white shirt, black vest and cap. I want to take his picture. He’s wary, but flattered. He speaks no English, but a young vendor is happy to translate. A patriarch among the vendors, he says, Ramazan no longer has anything to sell, but he still comes daily to the Bazaar. And now this elder is inviting me into his “royal chamber” for a glass of tea. He draws aside a textile, revealing a miniature marble room like a scene from Arabian Nights. There are exquisite hangings, an ornate marble niche, red brocade benches, an inlaid mahogany table and a carved wooden cabinet containing two shiny copper pots and delicate Turkish tea glasses.

I’m wise to Istanbul’s infamous rug hustlers.

“Thanks,” I say, “but I’m just here for a quick look and then I have places to go.”

“No problem,” Ramazan gestures, “I’ll show you around.”

It’s not so much an offer as a royal command.

His English-speaking friend rolls his eyes. Ramazan needs something to do, and I need help finding the Egyptian Spice Bazaar.

And so we’re off. The elder statesman practically sprints between the marble columns, through the arches, beneath the skylighted mosaic domes, through the vast maze of the covered bazaar. He glances impatiently over his shoulder like a long-married husband, as I pause to pick among the Evil Eyes and silk pashminas. He watches my bargaining with narrowed eyes and steers me away from zealous hawkers.

Ungodly-good cooking smells emanate from one of the corridors in the maze, where I glimpse smoky grills, spitting and sizzling with roasting lamb. A rack of sausages looks so tasty, but Ramazan is on a mission. I trot dutifully after him. I later learn that those weren’t sausages, but kokorek: lamb entrails encased in intestine. Yum.

The Egyptian Bazaar is a flashback to my dream. A kaleidoscope of brilliant colors and fragrances, and a cacophony of market noises assail my senses. There are bins of boxed and loose teas, and great wooden barrels filled with leaves and blossoms. What might that emerald green spice be? This saffron is so fragrant, but could I get it through Customs?

We inspect dozens of bins piled with Turkish Delight—cubed bites of pastel jellied candies rolled in plain powdered sugar or exotics like dates and crushed pistachios. Soon, I’m on sensory overload and can’t make a decision. Wordlessly, Ramazan leads me back through the narrow streets to the Grand Bazaar.

Back at the main gate, I try to thank my charming host with a few Euros. Scowling, insulted, he pushes my hand away. “Mosque,” he says. I get it. Ramazan wants to show me the neighborhood. As we walk, he pontificates and I nod, as though I understand his language. But now he’s visibly tiring. Before returning to the Bazaar, he lets me buy him a borek (feta pastry) at a street stall.

Tonight I’ve joined a Crystal Serenity tour of the neon nightspots of Kapikoy.

I miss Ramazan’s scolding when I lag too far behind. But I make new friends. A dondurma vendor slings his marshmallow-like ice cream dough on a stick and stuffs it into a cone. He smiles for a picture, and shyly offers me the cone. “Please, no charge.”

Some locals dining alfresco at a café smile indulgently at the tourists, especially the one trailing behind. As I skip to catch up with the others, a voice says, “Excuse me, you are from America?”

“Yes,” I answer, not knowing what to expect.

He holds out a glass. “In Turkey, we have a traditional drink called Yeni Raki. My friends and I want you to have this raki glass to remember Istanbul.”

I have my glass, to be sure. But my most wonderful memory of Istanbul is the aristocratic Ramazan.

Karen Bartlett is a freelance writer based in Naples, Fla. Her trip was subsidized by Crystal Cruises.

A chance encounter in Old Constantinople - thestar.com

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

fashion inspiration...

...going to leave tonight off with some adorable fashion inspiration...enjoy and good night...
Love K

dive...

...I am pretty sure that this photo is heavily photoshopped, but it still manages to take my breath away...stunning...I wish I was doing this right now...what it is about diving into water? It makes one feel so absolutely free...or is this just the Pisces in me talking? Who knows...brilliant picture either way...
Love K

elegance...

...is the one word that comes to mind when seeing this photo spread with Georgia May Jagger for the September issue of W Magazine...I absolutely love the playful juxtaposition between the sophisticated clothes and surroundings with junk food (notice the cereal and pizza ;-) ...enjoy...
Love K
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