Wednesday, October 22, 2014

My hero / Oscar Wilde by Michael Holroyd

My hero: Oscar Wilde

By Michael Holroyd
The Guardian, Saturday 5 September 2009

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Irish writer, in holidays
Hand-coloured photograph of Wilde circa 1890. Photograph: Roger Viollet/Getty Images
I first came to Oscar Wilde through reading his Life by Hesketh Pearson. This enthralling biography was first published in 1946, and I read it a few years later when I was in my early teens. It was less the tragedy of Wilde's last years that gripped me than the wit and humanity of the man, his generosity of spirit and radical ideas.
I lived most of my early years with my grandparents. The atmosphere was one of eccentric conventionality. Wilde's startling paradoxes ("Work is the curse of the drinking classes") turned upside down the unthinking clichés I used to hear. The man who claimed that "a map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at" changed my view of the world. Wilde made me laugh, made me think and revealed to me the seriousness of imaginative humour.
What I came to value was the charming way he arrived at deeply unpopular opinions. He upset much of what I had been encouraged to take for granted. I found myself warming to his revolutionary assault on the dictatorship of a political democracy which depended on that "monstrous and ignorant thing called Public Opinion". He was an extraordinarily brave writer. "One is absolutely sickened," he wrote in The Soul of Man Under Socialism, "not by the crimes that the wicked have committed, but by the punishments that the good have inflicted." I think of that whenever I hear the phrase "brought to justice" glibly used in the media.
Wilde's epigrams and ideas float through all his work – his plays, fictionand essays. "Every great man has his disciples and it is always Judas who writes the biography," he said. And perhaps that was no bad thing while a Damocles sword of respectability hung, as Carlyle complained, over the poor English life-writer. Perhaps, too, Wilde had a more lasting influence on me than I realised. "To arrive at what one really believes," he wrote in The Critic as Artist, "one must speak through lips different from one's own." This is no less true for a biographer than for a playwright.

Oscar Wilde / A Mask

Oscar Wilde

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Oscar Wilde / De Profundis

De Profundis

by Oscar Wilde

. . . Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain. The paralysing immobility of a life every circumstance of which is regulated after an unchangeable pattern, so that we eat and drink and lie down and pray, or kneel at least for prayer, according to the inflexible laws of an iron formula: this immobile quality, that makes each dreadful day in the very minutest detail like its brother, seems to communicate itself to those external forces the very essence of whose existence is ceaseless change. Of seed-time or harvest, of the reapers bending over the corn, or the grape gatherers threading through the vines, of the grass in the orchard made white with broken blossoms or strewn with fallen fruit: of these we know nothing and can know nothing.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Oscar Wilde / The Remarkable Rocket



by Oscar Wilde

Illustrated by Charles Robinson

The King’s son was going to be married, so there were general rejoicings. He had waited a whole year for his bride, and at last she had arrived. She was a Russian Princess, and had driven all the way from Finland in a sledge drawn by six reindeer. The sledge was shaped like a great golden swan, and between the swan’s wings lay the little Princess herself. Her long ermine cloak reached right down to her feet, on her head was a tiny cap of silver tissue, and she was as pale as the Snow Palace in which she had always lived. So pale was she that as she drove through the streets all the people wondered. “She is like a white rose!” they cried, and they threw down flowers on her from the balconies.
At the gate of the Castle the Prince was waiting to receive her. He had dreamy violet eyes, and his hair was like fine gold. When he saw her he sank upon one knee, and kissed her hand.
“Your picture was beautiful,” he murmured, “but you are more beautiful than your picture;” and the little Princess blushed.
“She was like a white rose before,” said a young page to his neighbour, “but she is like a red rose now;” and the whole Court was delighted.
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The Russian Princess
For the next three days everybody went about saying, “White rose, Red rose, Red rose, White rose;” and the King gave orders that the Page’s salary was to be doubled. As he received no salary at all this was not of much use to him, but it was considered a great honour, and was duly published in the Court Gazette.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Oscar Wilde / The Devoted Friend



by Oscar Wilde

Illustrated by Charles Robinson
One morning the old Water-rat put his head out of his hole. He had bright beady eyes and stiff grey whiskers and his tail was like a long bit of black india-rubber. The little ducks were swimming about in the pond, looking just like a lot of yellow canaries, and their mother, who was pure white with real red legs, was trying to teach them how to stand on their heads in the water.
“You will never be in the best society unless you can stand on your heads,” she kept saying to them; and every now and then she showed them how it was done. But the little ducks paid no attention to her. They were so young that they did not know what an advantage it is to be in society at all.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Daphne du Maurier / Rebecca / Quotes

reading Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

Quotes by Daphne du Maurier

one enchanted afternoon...

"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again."
                                                                                                                         Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

"I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone."
                                                                                                     Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

"We all of us have our particular devil who ruses us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end."
                                                                                                                     Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

"Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality."
                                                                                                                                               Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

Rain  a gothic novel and tartan pattern are a perfect match for a pleasant and cheerful autumn afternoon. Ever since I can remember I was a booklover and collector and I’m still looking for books at the flea market every now and then. 
Autumn is my favorite season because it is beautiful and spooky at the same time. In this time I love combinations of wool, tartan and dark colors. The Agarva Paddington Check Skirt by Collectif is cute, sexy and a perfect skirt for every fall activity. You can team it with a blouse or with knitwear. Collectif will have a lot of new tartan patterns in their new Fall/Winter Collection which I’m looking forward to. The Freddie Knitted Top in Black is comfy and cute and looks great with all kind of skirts and trousers. The suede KMB pumps in black are one of my favorites because the look gorgeous with almost every look from the 1920’s to the 1940’s. 
What are your favorite looks for fall?
Agarva Paddington Check Skirt in baby blue - Collectif 
Freddie Knitted Top in Black - Collectif
Suede Gabacho Pumps - KMB 

Much love,


Vanessa Frankestein / Backyard Blues

Hotrod Honey Deadly Dames
By Vanessa Frankestein

I bet you're wondering how I knew 'bout you're plans to make me blue.
                                                                                                                                                                          Marvin Gaye  

Hotrod Honey Deadly Dames 2

It took me by surprise I must say, when I found out yesterday.
                                                                                                                                                       Marvin Gaye

Hotrod Honey Deadly Dames 3
Hotrod Honey Deadly Dames 4

I heard it through the grapevine.
 Not much longer would you be mine.
                                                                                                          Marvin Gaye 

Hotrod Honey Deadly Dames 5
Hotrod Honey Deadly Dames 6

I'm wearing the Hotrod Honey Dress in 1950's Leopard Print by Deadly Dames. This dress is amazing! It is comfortable and easy to wear as a shirt but it is sexy as hell. I  also like the leopard print and the best thing: it has sleeves!

Gee, I love Deadly Dames! Feels like home wearing Micheline Pitt's dresses. Please do it in tiger print, too, Micheline!

I'm wearing a S but I would recommend to size down. It is very stretchy and a bit loose on my hips. I think XS would have been a better choice but I'm going to keep it anyway.

Much love,

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Salinger / Quote

by Simon Prades
by J.D. Salinger

I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Vanessa Frankestein / That Bat Girl

Vanessa Frankenstein

by Vanessa Frankestein

I still remember that fateful day

The day I decided to run away

Vanessa Frankenstein
A six-foot grave would soon be mine

Vanessa Frankenstein
When I met Mr. Frankenstein.
                                                            Carlos Casal Jr
Vanessa Frankenstein