It goes on and on...

Model: Me

Photographer: Denis Despair http://suicidal-desperation.deviantart.com/

Lost in Gamla Stan~ Continued.

I have received the first few shots from the photoshoot I had with Dennis two days ago. I really like how they turned out.

Model: Me
Photographer: Denis Despair http://suicidal-desperation.deviantart.com/

More photographs are to come~

Lost Between Centuries

The artist is the creator of beautiful things.

To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.

The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are cultivated. For these there is hope.

They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.

Books are well written or badly written. That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.

The moral life of a man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of the art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.

Vice and vitrue are to the artist materials for an art.

From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type.

All art is at once surface and symbol.

Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.

When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensly.

All art is quite useless.

The Preface,

The Picture of Dorian Gray

~Oscar Wilde


xxx

Kamalia

Two days of Hats

I have always been very fond of hats, in every shape or form. Big or small, extravagant or simple. They all have a special place in my heart. And in the last two or three days Hats, or Mini hats to be exact, have been constantly on my mind. Considering how much I love these hats I would certainly never say no to aquiring another one and so, when my friend and I started talking about minihats last... sunday I believ it was, I was immediately ensnared by the idea of making my own miniature headwear and decorate them as I wish. And that is where it all started...

Believe me when I say that I had never, EVER, tried anthing of the sort before and so I was pleasantly surprised to see how well my very first hat turned out. Is it not strange how a little fabric, some cardboard, a piece of metal wire and some glue can be put together to create such a beautiful thing? Not to mention the many yards of white satin ribbon, the soft feathers and the beautiful roses I used as decorations.

So low and behold; my very first attempt at the creation of hats:

I simply adored how it turned out in the end and that high has lingered in the last two days. Yesterday it was even so strong that I could not help but attempt to make yet another hat. Of course, this time I has company in the shape of my dear friend Emmelie and together we sat for hours until we finally were satisfied with the results. Unfortunately, I only have a photograph of the hat I made so you shall all have to settle with that one alone.

Is is not gorgeous?

And yes, I shall stop praising myself. For now anyway.

A question of Sweet versus Gothic~

Upon uploading a the pictures from my previous post, on a site whose name I shall not mention, I, or rather my friend who did the uploading, was met with a particularly odd comment. A girl whom I have never talked to, or even heard off before, claimed that I looked much too sweet to wear an outfit that was completely black. I, who have been fond of all things gothic for several years, was very surprised to hear such a thing and I found myself wondering if there was any truth in that statement. Am I really too sweet to wear gothic clothing? Or does dark colors suit me better? Or is it something in between that is the most appropriate for my pale complexion and red hair? Which Lolita genre suits me best: Sweet, Classic or Gothic?

Personally, vain and egocentric as I am, I believe that I have the ability to pull of all of the different categories. However, I would very much like to know the opinions of all of my little minions, and the rest of you who read my entries. Therefore, I shall ask you all to vote for whichever genre you think is the most appropriate for me in the poll to the right.

And for you who have a hard time distinguishing between the different genres I here have added three pictures that represent each and every one of them. Or at least they represent the way I look upon Sweet, Classic and Gothic Lolita.

Sweet~
Not very close to the extreme, but sweet enough for me.

Classic~
Perhaps not as classic as I could be, but it it the closest I have gotten in a photograph.

Gothic~
As dark as I get.

Singing in the Streets

The spring season has finally reached the forgotten little country called Sweden and we have been overcome by the will to dress up in our frilly dresses and go out on the town. As such, photographs are to become a common occurance here for the next few months and so I shall have to beg your indulgance. Hopefully you will not find it as boring as I might suspect.

On a lighter note... When these pictures were taken, yesterday to be exact, my friend and I ran into the most charming fellow. It was an Australian gentleman who sat by the gargoyle fountain on Stor Torget in Gamla Stan. He had a guitar in his lap and was playing and singing to a lot of known, and unknown, songs. He happened to be much more talented, and more handsome, than most street musicians we had ever seen so we spent quite a lot of time talking to him, not to mention singing along to his music.

Unfortunately, I have yet gotten my hands on a photograph of all of us together so that shall have to wait. But, considering the fact that he claimed to sit there and sing quite often, I have no doubt that we will see him again. I am looking forward to it.

Alms, alms for a poor Loli~

I am running out of money... The last few weeks have been both enjoyable and not, but money has been spent either way and only today did I realize that I have spent around two thousand crowns (Yes, I refuse to write kronor, it sounds ridiculous.) on things like food, cakes and drinks. I can not go on like this, especially since I am not sure if I still get CSN every month... My school might have made sure that I will not get it and if that is the case I will be in big trububble! :(

I know that a lot of you think of me as spoiled... and that might be true in some aspects, but the thought of asking my parents whenever I want to out for lunch is not really very appealing. I do not wish to have them pay for everything I do. ...At least as long as it concerns the small things. Clothing they are more than welcome to buy for me :D

Luckily, I was treated to lunch today~ it was nice. I got to spend some time with someone I have not seen in a long time and Yuki finally got some alone time with ChangMin. They got all cozy together in Sten Sture when us humans ate our lunch. They can be really cute sometimes.

Unfortunately, Yuki does not kiss and tell so I have nothing more interesting to say.

Outside of grandma's shop~

In Kungsträdgården~

Cherry trees~

In Kungsträdgården~

Lost in Gamla Stan

Model: Me

Photographer: Denis Despair http://suicidal-desperation.deviantart.com/

Spring is in the air

My mood swings are starting to confuse even me. Two days ago I felt like I just wanted to crawl under my bed and stay there for the rest of my life but today I actually feel fine. It is odd how quickly I can go from depressed to happy, usually without anything in between. And it is even worse to know that it can reverse itself at any time. I do not know for how long I will stay happy or when my next breakdown will be... This has resulted in my blog being... schizophrenic at best. And this will probably continue for a while yet. Just so you know.

On to the more interesting bits of this post...

I recieved the first photo from the Gamla Stan photoshoot I did a couple of weeks ago. Dennis did a great job and I was suprised at how pretty the picture turned out. :) I can not wait to see the other photos.

The rest of the day yesterday was spent with Shui and I had a great time. There are not that many people that I can talk so freely to. And when I say freely I mean being able to talk about everything and nothing without anything that might be called inhibitions. It was nice.

So, moving on to today... I got another nice little package in the mail. Inside I found my new skirt from Innocent World :) The picture is quite bad, but it was all I could do since I am home alone. Still, the skirt is so pretty~

I really hope my life can continue on this track... I really like being happy.

Almost ready to fly...

I have been rather bad at updating lately due to various reasons - and people. I have not been feeling too good to tell the truth. Not at all my usual perky sugar-intoxicated self. A lot of people have been wondering what is wrong but I have not felt like ansering them when they asked... Forgive me, I was not myself and I still have a bit to go until I am back to normal. Because of this I would like to thank the people who have stuck with me even when I felt horrible about myself.

Thank You

On a lighter note, I have slowly started to go out of the house again and today I made myself all pretty for a photoshoot for Stockholm Japan Expo's new advertising campaign. There were three of us that had been chosen as models so I felt pretty special :) Also, it was a pleasant surprise to learn that the photographer was the same person that shot the pictures for the english version of the Gothic Lolita Bible vol. 3 last spring.

I have to say that the picture of me in the green dress is not the best picture ever of me, but what I could see of the pictures that were shot today was all very good :) Especially the last one where we were trying to figure out how to wear the SJX t-shirts that were given to us. You will see what I mean when I get the pictures . Personally I can not wait until I get to see them. I want to know whether or not they picked the ones I looked possessed in! Even though I felt like I had sold my soul to the devil when I applied for this I do not want to looked like I had the actual devil INSIDE of me!

If you are in Stockholm, or close to it, on the 22-24th of May you really ought to get yourself a ticket to SJX. I think it might actually be fun :)