.Folk and Boho Inspiration.

Vogue Russia November 2011
Photographer: Mariano Vivanco/ Stylist: Olga Dunina

This is a girl who enjoys a cup of hot chocolate while watching Dr Zhivago for the hundredth time in the company of her loyal cat.
She is a helpless romantic with a wild spirit who loves romance, as much as floral dresses, hippie vests and suede boots.
For her, cold seasons don´t have to be dull.
When it´s too cold, she wraps herself in fur and hitches a ride with the wind.
She dreams of meeting a doctor who can write poetry with her name and watch old love stories by her side.


Vogue Italia October 2011
Photographer K.T. Auleta/ Stylist Giulio Martinelli

These girls like to dress up in glamorous boho chic clothes and crash rock concerts.

They like to walk together in flashing colors and textures and behave like rock stars girlfriends. They like to sneak backstage and exchange love for songs.
They believe cold seasons can be warm. When the night is over, they grab their clothes and shoes and tiptoe out of the room between asleep guys, bottles of whisky and guitar picks. They like to skip bedtime and stay up gossiping about the boys. When hangover is gone, they like to enjoy dawn in the country. They love to hitch a ride with the wind, singing the songs they love, dancing under marmalade skies, until they fall exhausted on the grass. They take off their hats and platforms, their fur coats become their beds and they lay there in their chiffon dresses and lovely smiles. Wild spirits need some peace and quiet every now and then.

Wildflowers don't care where they grow. And i don´t care if they are boho or folk.
In the end, they both inspire madly.

she likes to melt into a corner with her tambourine shaking her dreams repeatedly.

''If you want to find the trail, if you want to find yourself,
You must explore your dreams alone.
You must grow at a slow pace in a dark cocoon of loneliness
so you can fly like wind, like wings, when you awaken"

there´s a girl who dances with the stars too much and gets lost in the sun too often. a girl who, wrapped in veils and playing old melodies
in company of her merry tambourine, reveals her simplicity and anxiety to be constantly happy.
it is the sole sound of that tiny but meaningful word that frightens her the most and makes her doubt if happiness is a luxury that just a few are lucky enough to enjoy. she knows the idea of being wrong or having her heart broken is what truly terrifies her. she usually wants impossible and irresistible things, the kind of things that would become a passion in her life and she wonders if she´ll be able to handle that kind of ectasy.
even when she knows where she is standing right now, she sometimes feels far away from this world.
she is always desperate to make her dreams come true. she wishes they could become real just by batting her eyelashes.
she is the kind of old soul who finds inspiration in a jingly friend and wisdom in a bottle of wine.
she is a ballerina who dances barefoot to the sound of life. she is also a bird who learns to fly wrapped in beautiful floral chiffon clothes.
sometimes she feels haunted by the ghost of the girl she used to be. memory comes rushing over her like a wave and thoughts invade her mind like wild messy hair.
she knows the past was good but she knows it´s better to be seduced by the girl she wants to become.
her dreams and hopeful tomorrows, like glitter on the floor, ready to become a reality flirt with the last chords sang by her friends and the empty bottles of wine.
and all she can think of is how much she wants to bottle happiness forever,
keep it to herself and make it her lux.

Cyndi, Debbie and Joan

Steffie and Barbie

Nadja

Dynamite Girls design A doll studio

Raven fashionistas

Blue and Pink

Talk, Talk, Talk

Dynamite Girls

Kaiser Doll stands

Homme

“The rock's easy, but the roll is another thing...”- Keith Richards

.Confessions of a vintage girl inspired by Keith Richard´s masterpiece, "Life".

What do you do when you are surprisingly ready for a party and you have some time left? You trip over Keith Richard´s "Life" and you devour it like the first time. Such "literature" feels so familiar when you feel so close to a certain icon like Keith Richards. After all, he is my favorite Stone, kind of my spirit animal whose wild side is is too tempting to resist. This book has me under a spell everytime. It´s such an entertaining, captivating monologue, an arousing, provocative sometimes funny journey through the life of a man who had a guitar for a first love, knew every pleasure, lived many lives in one, experienced everything, denied himself nothing, flirted with most vices, never paid the price and miraculously survived. Pages back and forth make us voyeurs of his magical disturbingly fascinating roller-coaster of excesses, success, sex, drugs and rock n´roll. Nothing boring about that. We get on a turbulent hellbound train chased by cops, by cold turkey or by simple cats wanting a piece of their favorite outlaws in between shows. We become muses of inspirations like Ruby Tuesday, You Got The Silver, Sister Morphine, Wild Horses, Angie, Beast Of Burden, She Smiled Sweetly, Let's Spend The Night Together, She's Like A Rainbow and feel like being called Keith, Pallenberg, Faithfull, Hansen, to name a few. We witness how the Glimmer romance develops thanks to a guitar god named Chuck Berry, we get excited with the birth and rise of the band with the name of a Muddy Water´s song, fall in love and have our hearts broken more than once, visit the most exotic places, lose ourselves in the back of a Bentley somewere between Barcelona and Valencia, start a family, learn how to play an open five-string tunning, drift into heroin along with cocaine and the usual friend, Mr. Jack Daniels, compete and hang out with the fab four every now and then, party with famous models and artists, get high, drunk, inspired, write lyrics and play the guitar day and night, tour for decades, sleep just a bit and experience the heaven and hell of a great artist soon to become a rock legend. After closing the book, the clear thing on your mind is that Keith is no ordinary human being but i guess we all knew that already, right?. I´m quite sure he had a sympathy for the devil thing when he was young and sold his soul many decades ago. I don´t find another answer to his survival after such wild ride.
The good thing is that this beautiful talented son of a bitch is still rocking like a beast. Hopefully, he´ll play Malagueña for many more centuries.

This book got the silver, the gold, anything needed for my heart to pound. Thank god i had read it twice before cause i had to pause it this time. When the boy sees you cheating with Keith, you know it´s time to go. I did pause it but not so soon and here´s the result. He played with the camera for a little while cause he knows he can´t compete with the man on the book cover. I guess, you can´t always get what you want. I needed some Keith to get the party started. Besides, the party wasn´t going anywhere. Well, Keith wasn´t either but that book is so fucking out of this world. You get me, right? If you don´t, why are you still reading this?
Go, get it and rock on!.

Pink & Topmodel