Thursday, April 24, 2014
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Puttana Americana!
For the longest time I have wanted to recreate photographs that evoke the work of the great Italian New Wave maestros...most notably Vittorio de Sica and Federico Fellini.
La dolce vita...without a taste of bitter, there would be no sweet. Unadulterated pleasure can be no pleasure at all...without death there can be no life. I once felt great pleasure in knowing that certain things will expire, wither, and die.There was such sweetness and longing in that last, deep kiss...such glorious desperation in the arms of summer. Death can be comforting. Just as the thought of eternal youth can be menacing, and slightly morbid. I have always had a hedonistic streak in me, and sometimes I have to remember to be reasonable. I am one who is easily seduced by my senses, and who revels in the simplest details of life. Puttana, puta, kurva, whore...these have all been names of mine; names that hold a touch of sweetness along with the bitter. After all, sometimes the most beautiful things lie within the ugly...
Comrade Von Pussycat
Sunday, April 13, 2014
A Lotta Whorechata...
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| Don't you love the rope belt? |
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| My new favorite dress, courtesy of Chula Vintage on Etsy! |
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| I finally found comfy and pretty sandals for long treks to work in the summer heat! |
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| So Carmen Miranda! |
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| Reminds me of an orange creamsicle...1950's lace skirt that I just added to my ever expanding vintage collection :) *Happy dance* |
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| I can't wait to wear this in the summer! |
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| Because a cup of sweet Turkish coffee is good for the soul... |
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| After a few hours braving the heat of the stove, this is the result! Homemade red pepper spread or lutenica! |
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| New additions to our terrace garden - jalapenos and cherry tomatoes! |
Comrade Von Pussycat
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
You're So Vain...
It's funny. I didn't feel beautiful until I was twenty-two years old. I remember, it was such a light-bulb moment, an epiphany. Now that I have self confidence (finally! It took me nearly thirty years!), I can feel the heat of strange eyes upon me, and I feel the judgmental stares..."who does she think she is?"..."she isn't even that pretty"...I can sense the truth when I look into their eyes. The funny thing is that I would never believe that I am what they think I am...I never volunteered to be scrutinized, however, I finally decided to embrace the fact that I can't escape attention, no matter how hard I try, and I have had to make peace with agoraphobia and have tried to put my best face forward... every day I can muster the strength to do so. There are days when I feel completely unprepared to face the world...sometimes it is difficult for me to even remember how to put one foot in front of the other. I realize that dressing in a 1940's style will garner more attention than I care to deal with, however, I refuse to sacrifice any part of me to ward off attention...however unwanted it may be.
" You look like you're straight out of the 19th century. That's deep."
- Stranger at the train station
Comrade Von Pussycat
Monday, April 7, 2014
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Why Don't You Love Me?
I love it when modern celebrities reference pinup style!
On another note, I definitely need to go lingerie shopping, it's been way too long...I just wish all of the pretty bras came in my size :(*
Comrade Von Pussycat
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
The Epitome Of Glamour: Faye Emerson!
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The lashes! Those lips! That hair! Can it get any more glamorous than this? I think not.
Comrade Von Pussycat
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