Mr.StrictlyIntimate
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Walking Disaster.
In life there are certain days that just try to pull you down. Today sucked. I don’t know how and I don’t know why but I just did not feel my fabulous self. So I was at the office and all of a sudden I couldn’t breathe and I felt really weird and bad and horrible and outside the sun was shining and all I was able to think about was one thing, “I have to get out of here!” And so I took off. Because sometimes you can. And sometimes you just have to! The best decision for this day. I just needed the break. The sun. The fresh air prickling on my skin.
I took my Petar Petrov silk jacket, put on my Gucci Shades and left the building to take a walk. To breathe. To calm down. To get back to myself and to fucking get my own act together. Sometimes you’ve just got to leave the fight in order to win it. In order to be the strong one in the end. In order to win. In order to be the one who remains standing when all battling is done. But sometimes you can’t win because of the stress pressing down on you and even if you fight there is nothing you can do because of a whole load of double standards going on around you. And in this moment there is only one song that can help you! Turn it up loud as I did. Jump around in your flat singing to it as loud as possible. Scream to get rid of all the anger. AND even if you are a walking disaster – look around you! You aren’t the only one who is but you know you can be a walking disaster in one moment and fabulously amazing in the next!
Kelly Clarkson – You Can’t Win
(Album: Stronger)
If you go, they’ll say you’re following
If you don’t, then you’re too good for them
If you smile, you must be ignorant
If you don’t, what’s your problem?
If you’re down, so ungrateful
And if you’re happy, why so selfish?
And, you can’t win
No, you can’t win, no
The one who doesn’t quite fit in
Underdressed under your skin
Oh, a walking disaster
Every time you try to fly
You end up falling out of line, oh
You can’t win, no
If you’re thin, poor little walking disease
If you’re not, they’re all screaming obese
If you’re straight, why aren’t you married yet?
If you’re gay, why aren’t you waving a flag?
If it’s wrong, you’re knowing it
If it’s right, you’ll always miss
You can’t win, no
You can’t win, no
The one who doesn’t quite fit in
Underdressed under your skin
Oh, a walking disaster
Every time you try to fly
You end up falling out of line, oh
You can’t win, no
And you try, you try so hard
But it’s wearing on your heart
And you play, you play the game
But you pay, you pay for it
You can’t win, no
You can’t win no
If you speak, you’ll only piss ‘em off
If you don’t, you’re another robot
If you stop, they’ll just say you quit
If you don’t, you might lose your shit
You can’t win, no
You can’t win, no
You can’t win, no
The one who doesn’t quite fit in
Underdressed under your skin
Oh, a walking disaster
Every time you try to fly
You end up falling out of line, oh
You can’t win, no
I can’t win…
The one who doesn’t quite fit in
Underdressed under your skin
Oh, a walking disaster
Every time you try to fly
You end up falling out of line, oh
You can’t win, no
After jumping and dancing and screaming and allowing yourself to let go of all the anger and tension and stress and the world weighting heavy on your shoulders, you might feel a little eased? I did for sure. And that is why I had to share this with you!
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
First Stops [S01E01]
Saturday, 3:22 pm
So…this is how the whole journey starts. I am sitting in my train on the way to my first stop – Innsbruck… I have never been there but still I am kind of feeling that some surprises wait for me to show up – what will it be?
While I do not have anything else to do I entertain myself with Sex and the City: the Movie Part 1 and a lot of fashion and the latest issue of Harper’s Bazar before I start to get back to work a little bit because I do have a lot to write about.
Outfit: Cool but chic with a little touch of something that I do not usually look like – relaxed. So I am sporting a very simple white Levi’s T-Shirt with the label’s print, an anthracite cardigan by Zara, a 519 Levi’s Jeans, an Armani belt, a Petar Petrov silk Jacket, my black Boxfresh high ankle sneakers and my vintage Gucci shades. The little piece of Burberry for day one part one – Burberry wallpapers on my MacBook, my iPhone and my BlackBerry.
Update: 3:27 pm – so many cute guys on this train. Where the hell am I…McDreamy island?! As I shortly interrupt the movie I come to think about the ultimate things in my life – well, just like I always do while watching the life, the love and the shopping sprees of Carrie Bradshaw – and I as always have to point out that it seems to me that my only true love – if there is anything like this existing, actually – was, is and will ever be Fashion. There is nothing that can take so many characters and shapes at one time such as Fashion can – it can be moody, messy, flirty, chic, cool, arrogant, calm, down to earth, thoughtful, classic, basic, simple and/or a little bit too much. It can be big, small (almost non existent in its smallness sometimes), draped, shaped, body conscious, body forming, body hugging, soft and/or crunchy. It is everything at any given point of time because it is what you make of it. And that is the actual beautiful part about it. Fashion is all about you and the way you develop an instant instinct for what to wear in order to look super hot, super cool, super chic, super chilled or super elegant. Oh and if I have ever forgot to mention it – I want a closet that ridiculously huge just like Big built it for Carrie – so if a guy proposes one day he should better come up with something good like this and a ring, of course. With a closet like this a small Harry Winston is definitely something I would agree on.
Update: 4:33 pm – going through my outfit schedule in my head and flipping through the InDesign pages of clothing I have put together in order to know exactly what I have with me and what to wear to a certain occasion – you know… ALWAYS be prepared.
Update: 5:15 pm applying Gucci by Gucci Sport (if not wearing a sporty perfume to a chilled out look then why the hell did I buy it?), because after two hours of traveling I already feel a little bit de-freshened. There ain’t nothing better than a fees’ scent to cheer you up!
Update: 6:09 pm… seriously?! How weird can life be placing someone you have once slept with in the same train getting out where you once met him and spent several nights at his place? Thank Prada I neither got off the same station nor took off my shades. That would have been a shocker. Though, I remember he had one of the biggest dicks I have ever had…
Update: 7:24 pm- almost there… thought I felt a little bit exhausted because I am on my feet since 6.30 am but actually Lady GaGa makes me rock this fucking train. Amen Fashion my madre monster GaGa!
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
P.S. Knowledge of the Day: Never travel without any Lady GaGa music to take with you on the journey. XO
Modepalast 2011 or pretty, pretty… PLEASE?!
Rumor has it that Vienna is a fashionable place – well, that rumor obviously isn’t true…
The last weekend was all about an event called Modepalast in Vienna’s famous MAK – Museum of the Applied Arts, which takes place every year and is supposed to be a bit of a fashionable event… well, supposed but actually not at all. When K and I dressed up in some kind of evening gala couture to attend the big opening of the Modepalast – K in a perfectly Alexander McQueen styled dress (and she looked as bit of a stunning model as freshly taken off the stage at an actual AMQ fashion show) and me in a silk Petar Petrov jacket combined to my most expensive bow tie and the most beautiful black vintage bag I own… and as we arrived surprise surprise almost everyone looked as odd as a fucking KIK ad campaign with Verona Poth.
People in Flip Flops chewing gum with their mouths wide open just like a definitely un-lady-like woman who stood right beside my dear K and freaked the hell out of her with her missing attitude and above all with her missing manners! Shut your mouth and lock yourself up at home antisocial woman with little self-respect!
As we stood there, after I kissed everyone I actually knew (above all my blogger colleagues who looked really beautiful, bold and stunning – at least some know how to apply real style!) we started to see a show that simply must have been some kind of bad joke! I felt like being in Donauzentrum waiting for heavy weight, old models to arrive, shaking their asses on – what is supposed to be a runway – doing funny facial expressions and the weirdest runway walks one could ever have sporting fashion no one in his or her right mind would even touch…
After five minutes of that show, which is easily called to be a complete catastrophe we – K and I – decided to walk around a little bit to examine some of the exhibitor’s collections and well… there wasn’t much to see that either didn’t hurt the eye or that wasn’t there already (mostly even better manufactured). But still a few Designer did catch my interest and my critical attention:
Number 1: WANDELBAR
Beautiful fashion on a natural basis – someone is loving mother earth here – but not in a dirty, we are too good to dress up hippie way, but in a fashion unites the world and even though you love your environment you still can look freaking smoking hot in whatever you wear kind of manner – dear Julia Scharl…I love you for that attitude!
Number 2: Two T’s
The Two T’s do not just stand for the names of both designers Vered Tenner and Liesa Takagi, but also for the countries they unite besides Vienna – Tokyo and Tel Aviv. As for me I can definitely say that T and T also send for Trend and Trend-setting. Their fabulous collar collection gives accessories a new touch from going away to simply being something to add to an outfit, but being something completing your look and making you appear more sophisticated, more fashionable and above all more floating with the Zeitgeist.
Number 3: Katharina Schmid
Let us face it – jewelry still is something every beautiful woman needs to appear even more beautiful and to stand apart from all the other rich, dumb and blonde women spending their daddies’ and old husbands’ money but what about those that can’t afford buying a Tiffany&Co rock the size of a car every single day? Well those who can’t do that mostly do have the better style because they learn how to get along with what they have and are proud of it – for being more proud and more beautiful and more special Katharina Schmid developed beautiful jewelry like her collection ‘Forget me knot‘ that isn’t just a wonderful connection to the beautiful and romantic flower Forget-Me-Not but also a symbol of love.
Well – these three pretty nice and above all pretty talented designers stood more than just apart from the crowd of pretty average and pretty boring. Well done ladies.
And for the brighter future of Vienna’s style and fashion elite let me tell you one thing – I want some more pretty, pretty…PLEASE!!!
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
a little Change – a little Piece of Mind
As I might have promised Saturday was one sinful and fashionable night! OMG Society didn’t just welcome guests like Alfons Haider, and Gery Keszler, but also both designers of DSquared Dean and Dan were visiting Team X and its beautiful, dressed up and animalistic guests! Though one of my enemy – an actual copycat of my Blog called ML – who is nothing but a zero and the number one on the worst dressed list, even though he believes himself to be oh so damn fine, I did enjoy the evening because of my friends and a wonderful, relaxing conversation with monsieur F.
I can’t believe it, but OMG really rocked my world and changed my point of view on fashion a little bit. I indeed did expand my horizon and went from Blair Waldorf’s Park Avenue chic to Jennifer Humphrey’s Stylish, elegant Punk look. In the beginning it was quite weird to leave my tie at home, but in the end it turned out to be an adventure, a fresh experience and above all a new way of finding a new facet of myself – one of those facets I am still trying to figure out, because I do believe that there are pieces inside of us, that will never meet the daylight if we do not dig deep down to discovering these and setting them free. And there was me in a whole new picture, and a whole new frame.
Nevertheless, the weekend is over and once the party tunes faded we have to find ourselves back in reality struggling with every complicated phase of life – trying to stay on track – trying to be ourselves – trying to find new adventures and hidden secrets and ways to become who we ever wanted to be. So there we are… on this way, mostly all by ourselves, because no one can take away your personal problems or your doubts or your evanescent self-believe. It is you in the mirror when you are dressed up getting ready for a new day. A new defiance. A new enemy or a new friend.
Whatever it is, that is waiting out there for everyone of us – it is far bigger than we might ever expect, but isn’t this exactly what keeps us alive? Not knowing what is out there – what kind of surprise the world is hiding from us to be discovered, experienced and above all – lived, breathed and felt?
I live you – I breathe you – I feel you. Thanks for reading my blog, being my support and above all thanks for forming an important part of my personal Meaning of Life.
I love you all – the lovers, the haters, the anxious, the brave – everyone of you, my dear, wonderful readers.
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
P.S. What do you say? Do you like the outfit and the development of my style that seems to be going on?
horrible Austrians – horrible Donauzentrum
Well, buying a simply beautiful white shirt doesn’t seem to be as easy as I have always believed – okay, to be honest, W. and I just went to the ‘Donauzentrum’ because I once lived in that district and because I wanted to see the way the new building looked like and I have to admit – it doesn’t only look cheap and pseudo-architectural artistical, it is also full of unstylish, horrible and rednecked people. And to be a bit more honest – guys, girls, fatties and unstylish everyones I hate to be stared at. Really. Come on – what is so weird about wearing a shirt, a tie, a Petar Petrov jacket and black Gucci shades?! What is there to stare at?!
waiting to check out at H&M - and no, I did not buy the shirt there.
Come on Austria! Aren’t you aware of how you dress yourself? Do you really make it out of your door with looking into the mirror before and actually really thinking you do look great? HELLO?! Wake up rednecked population. It isn’t just awkward but pitiful and sad that we are that way and hey no wonder that this country doesn’t make it to be called a fashion city – with all these fucking horrible people?! How could Austria ever be called stylish and hip if it will never be cool or fashionable if people like Mausi Lugner, Adi Weiss and Co. call themselves fashion icons?! Hello??!! Something is very wrong here I guess.
Please, do not get me wrong, I am proud of being an Austrian, well as proud as you can be after letting the world know of inhabitating people such as Hitler, Fritzl and Priklopil – but I try to be a little bit patriotic at least. And to be fair – I do not complain about the country [though all of our politicians should be locked away] I just complain about the people living here – the poor, the idiotic, the unstylish and the rednecks.
I wish, I wish, I wish…it would change at least a little bit.
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
P.S. to all the people out there who suggest that I kind of draw a comparison to Hitler and Co while I actually just pointed out what everyone is thinking around the world – because the only thing we are ‘famous’ for is either our ‘Sachertorte’; the Danube or those criminals that shook the news around the world. That’s it and nothing else. And btw – not every Austrian is bad.
