rude boy*

I managed to see Rude Boy, a mock documentary featuring The Clash the other day and I must say, apart from the live performances the movie was crap. But then again, filmed in 1978 you get to see some of their best gigs, so who cares about the movie. They were ferocious on stage, The Clash were. Ferocious. how can I put this correctly.. fuckin' fantastic. and so were their clothes. but. Paul Simonon just blew me away. I went on a manic prowl for pics on the internet but few movie stills came up. So I thought I'd just put the dvd on and take 'em myself.

This blue suit haunts me.


detail in tailoring

blue shirt gahhhh..


red suspenders-white pants


aaand....


paul simonon. music legend. style icon.


*Here are The Clash performing London's Burning at Victoria Park, circa 1978.

wrecked jumper*

fantastic new buy from Zara, this jumper dress thing is so comfy, you might think you're out in your jj's. your really old jj's. I wore it last night with fishnet tights and stay-ups and I wanna wear it everyday for the rest of this winter.
my mom came by and gave me a little box. "it's for you, I had them at the bank but I guess since I don't wear them anymore you should have them". I opened it and marvelled at these two rings. She used to wear them when I was small and I remember they were my favorites. I put them on instantly. she smiled and said "this is exactly like I use to wear them."
thank u mom.

short worn over long*

My latest thing is layering short outerwear over longer middle pieces. Today was crispy cold with a bright sun and I wore my long Zara cardi under my biker jacket. It was wise. some people looked at me funny on the street but I tend to take that as a compliment. The rest you know already, carvela biker boots, old Zara bag, alexi andrioti gloves, topshop jeans, all saints shades and egg yolk yellow nail polish by essie.

*i coin this look the hobo style. It kicks boho's ass*

Black keys... waiting for their new one.

Therapy?

I did an interview with Therapy? for crackhitler.com the other day and thoroughly enjoyed it. Here is the greek version. The english one I might post here later on. Therapy? were marvelous Irish men with a very familiar sense of humor and a strong laugh. I had a blast. The gig for their 20 years, the same night had an all star set list that made me feel 16 again.

Sunday brunch*

Anastasui and I went for brunch yesterday @ Gazi. We had some good food at a place called Canteen a tad on the expensive side, but still pretty delicious.

rocket salad:


beetroot-orange salad:


Grilled salmon in lemon sauce:

this one goes out to...

The Tattooed Lydia Lydia because I know she freakin loves True Blood.

brand new chucks*

Lucky lucky me. Look what I got:


They're white leather yaoooza!

post apocalyptic*

I have a fascination with Mad Max outfits all complete with shreded tights, survival backpacks and weird war headgear. The weather seemed to agree with me today so got into this getup
Soviet military headgear
Zara long sleeve
Vintage leather hot pants by Holy Mustache
Vintage back pack
Carvela biker boots


I also saw the new Rob Zombie single and it just had to be the soundtrack

I'm miss world, somebody kill me*

oh well, I dressed up to roam around the house. nowhere to go in this cold. Anastasui texted me she is scared she won't make it alive through the winter if this cold goes on. (in case you don't know this let me tell you we had ridiculously warm tempratures up to next week). she's joking, but not so much at the same time. we are really low in resistance. arent't we? like spoiled brats. nagging about everything. like going through puberty only without the thrill of discovery. i will stop now. i think i just smacked myself on the head with an ashtray.


The outfit smells like courtney. don't it?

absolutely brilliant*

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