Showing posts with label Harajuku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harajuku. Show all posts

Thursday, May 14, 2009

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

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Frills are a Girl's Best Friends

'Tis true.








If you expected any deep words to accompany these pictures you shall be highly disappointed. My fatigue prevents me from writing anything more than a couple of words at a time.
xxx
Kamalia

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Paris & Shopping




Well, we arrived at Orly airport (Am I the only one who finds that name funny?) around 9.30pm on Friday night and have now been here for two whole days. We're staying at the same hotel as we did during the summer and it's still very nice and comfortable, although the room we have isn't quite as nicely designed this time.

Saturday was entirely spent shopping. We got up fairly early in the morning, ate a nice french breakfast, and then made our way first to Baby, the Stars Shine Bright, and then the shop called Harajuku which is really close to our Hotel.

On the way to Baby, I saw a Moose on the street :O



He was cute :D

Anyway, well in Baby, the Stars Shine Bright's shop I tried on a lot of different dresses, skirts and blouses <3>.>















When I had made my father's wallet much lighter, we went to KFC to have lunch. I can't go to Paris without eating at Kentucky Fried Chicken, it's just not possible. XD It really is "Finger-licking good!"



When we were heading towards Harajuku after lunch, I saw this awsome grafitti on a house wall.


Unfortunetally, Harajuku hadn't really gotten anything new and interesting since I was here in Paris during the summer, so I didn't buy anything there. I did try on a FanplusFriend Coat though, and now I know exactly what to order from the F+F website when I get home :D

That's all for today, folks. I'll probably update again tomorrow, but until then,

Au revoir :D