Well, my histoire d'amour with Miuccia Prada ended abruptly sometime in my adult life. Such took flight when that crucial realisation affirming the "I'm so fucking sick of wearing clothes that rank high on the scale of making me look ridiculous hence I could project myself a cultural avant-garde (a very dated term, je sais) or that of an intellectual" reality hit me real hard. But then again, every once in a while, Miuccia does have this immense ability to communicate the right things. Often times, this corresponds pretty well with her advertising knick-knacks. And so to the more minimalist aesthete in me and seasonal fashion enthusiast in me, these black and white portraits of her printemps-été 2013 par David Sims conveninetly secure a spot in my fashion hyperconsciousness for the coming season.
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09 January 2013
A Matter of Communicating The Right Things
Well, my histoire d'amour with Miuccia Prada ended abruptly sometime in my adult life. Such took flight when that crucial realisation affirming the "I'm so fucking sick of wearing clothes that rank high on the scale of making me look ridiculous hence I could project myself a cultural avant-garde (a very dated term, je sais) or that of an intellectual" reality hit me real hard. But then again, every once in a while, Miuccia does have this immense ability to communicate the right things. Often times, this corresponds pretty well with her advertising knick-knacks. And so to the more minimalist aesthete in me and seasonal fashion enthusiast in me, these black and white portraits of her printemps-été 2013 par David Sims conveninetly secure a spot in my fashion hyperconsciousness for the coming season.
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The title of the blog may sound like a poor reference to a novel by J.M. Coetzee. Well, it doesn't shy away from that... vraiment! Giancinéphile, or better known as my online alter-ego passes itself as my own stimulated reality on the web filling the air with my cinéphilie, a so-called flare for men's fashion (alongside my love for such a thing called aesthetics), tones brought about by things I've been reading here and there, moods often stimulated by things I listen to and just like every pretentious jeune homme on the block, I shall say I'm quite fond of contemporary art. And whatever is there left to say, I try to take photos as much as I can... trying to get them around.
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It’s a really great site you have here. Thank you for the effort to be so good for us (even though we don`t deserve it) and keep it up.
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