Lolita Picnic at Drottningholm

Today was the annual Lolita Picnic and this year we all went to Drottningholm's Castle and spent the day in the gardens. It was really nice although the weather was a bit gloomy and my corset prevented me from sitting comfortably on the picnic blanket.

I wore my new Classic Aristocrat Dress today :) And yes, I just made that particular style up. If there's Cothic Aristocrat why shouldn't there be Classic?

Outfit: All made by me~

I convinced Bella and Victoria to go get something to eat at the Café with me.

I am sooo pleased with how that hat turned out! It is so pretty!

Paris - The End

Here are some of the photos that were taken in Paris. It was very cloudy outside, providing very bad lighting, and the heat was near impossible to bear so you will have to excuse the bad quality of the photos. I was close to fainting in that dress.

We found a garden that was filled with many beautiful flowers in the middle of Paris.

The day after these pictures were taken was the very last day of the convention and even though I was feeling very sick I decided to go and spend some time with my friend Michael. I also wanted to see Kanon Wakeshima's concert, which turned out to be just as wonderful as I had expected. Although, it was just as hot as on friday the company this time was much, much better so I was able to enjoy myself much more. Thank you, Michael, for taking care of me that day. You were a true gentleman.

With the monday came the time to finally go home. Normally, I would have wanted so desperatly to stay in Paris, however, this time I was not as enthusiastic as usual. This visit to Paris had been far from great and despite the fun times I had had, I still wished to go back to a much colder Sweden. Not even my many shopping bags seemed to be able to lift my spirits.

Hopefully, I will be able to enjoy myself more next time.

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