theatre

А я была о себе лучшего мнения! Я думала, что чувствую себя, что знаю себя!

Мне казалось, что такие вещи как свадьба просто условности для меня! Они просто должны случиться со мной! Просто потому что так надо и все!

И мне казалось не важно буду ли я в платье от Vera Wang и будут ли подавать икру во время фуршета!

И что теперь? Я стала об этом мечтать! Причем мечтать не просто о подобном событии в моей жизни, а о человеке. О человеке, которому я ломаю жизнь, который "черный" внутри!

Мы уже много лет любим друг друга. Очень любим!

И это ОЧЕНЬ мешает нам! Лишает нас счастья!

Чтобы выжить нам следует держаться подальше друг от друга!

Это ОЧЕНЬ душит нас! Душит любовью и желанием!

И разум тут ничто!

by Jak&Jil

So f*cking a sexy pic...

For me hands and lips are very important parts of body and should be the most attractive...

Oh, here we go... I wanna her...

things to do...

Every year as far as streets and everything around become a huge christmas decoration, I'm starting to think what I've done during this year and what I'd like to do next year.

Therefore, I make a list of thing I'd like to do...even I know I'll never going to do/have it...

The first idea I came up with is...

....to take defensive driving/racing classes...

I'll tell you why..

Simply because, driving for me is a way to escape from the reality, to have only one place in the world where I can think, be alone and move with high speed...

Driving for me is the speed...I'm ready to pay penalties, but nothing will get me to stop driving at 180 km/h...

One might to brawl to syffer from the spite which becomes over us and is going to come out of the body... in my case I just need keys from my car, cigarettes, cool CD and free high-way... That is my method to keep claim not just before 'storm' but even during and after it...

cafe #1: The Albion

I've never been writing about cafes, places, shops, etc., which I'd like to visit or I've been visited.

I decided to try...

The first one is the Albion cafe in Shoreditch..

For me the place where I to eat is the most important, even I'd just like to have a coffee.

I'd like to have breakfast, lunch amd dinner at this place... (and this fact is very important)...

BEHIND THE SCENES: PROENZA SCHOULER SPRING/SUMMER 2011

BEHIND THE SCENES: PROENZA SCHOULER SPRING/SUMMER 2011

good girl

Now she is good girl.

For her Friday night strats at the V&A. She started to drink red wine instead of wisky, spend money on books and travelling instead of the designer clothes and restaurants, but wait she still visit restaurants quite frequently.

The gym and the library, the cooking and the cleaning, evething could be attached to the good girl character, who is living alone in London and studing Contemporary Art Theory.

Just one thing she can't stop to do...is to think about Him.. to think for 24 hours per day. To think about her beloved, about the rejected wedding and how their children might look like.

She can't believe He is her past, when He is her future

thinking...

My problem is that I think too much. Yes, I'm thinking even during the sleeping.

I analize the life I am living, the life I could live, the future life I'd like to live and of course the life I have been living in the past. That's difficult! Difficult to stop, to not allow yourself to think, to remember, to imagine and to dream.

I hate this streak and love it. I hate it because of its impact on my mood and I love it because it part of me and makes my dayli life more replete.

It is very femenine to hate and love at the same time, to have a spector of the feelings and experience it simultaniously. The Multitasking, the overlapping, the contrasting and the love create our soul and contain our day.

It becomes extremely hard to live with. It is extremely hard when you have the relationship and what to be open to the partner. After all, your partner might consider you as crazy and unstable person. So, you have to live that strange "second" life yourself in the silence.

Women always has something hidden, which they are just afraid to demonstrate. That's why we are strange, emotional and misuderstood.