19.1.16

VS. - lil bit different fashion illustration









VS.

A lil fashion & editorial illustrations.
Can't tell exactly why, but I'm enjoying making my own interpretations of these great shots.
Showing the beauty that everyone knows from little different perspective.

enjoy !









18.8.15

MEET: Mirka Mora !




Mirka Mora (born 1928) is a prominent French-born Australian visual artist who has contributed significantly to the development of contemporary art in Australia. Her mediums include paintingsculpture and mosaics.

Mora was born in Paris in a Jewish family to a Lithuanian father, Leon Zelik, and a Romanian Jewish mother, Celia 'Suzanne' Gelbein. She was arrested in 1942 during the Vel' d'Hiv Roundup (Rafle du Vel' d'Hiv). Her father, Leon, managed to arrange for her release from the concentration camp at Pithiviers (Loiret) before Mora and her mother, Celia, were scheduled to be deported to Auschwitz. The family evaded arrest and deportation from 1942 to 1945 by hiding in the forests of France. Having survived the Holocaust, Mora moved to Melbourne with her husband, Georges Mora. (says Wikipedia)

Well, I just got to know about this great lady from the mighty internet, few weeks ago. And can't miss to share her story here. Very inspiring personality and of course her colorful, bright and heart warming paintings. 

Get little bit more information and see her paintings HERE

goodnite'

K.S.








6.8.15

DESIGNER KRUSH Alena Akhmadullina




modern/elegant/bohemian - adorable way to roll !
Alena Akhmadullina - has not only incredibly beautiful surname, so do the sense 
and talent to combine very sweet details, colors and clean & clear cuts.

you might wanna see more @ alenaakhmadullina.com
and check her insta @alenaakhmadullina










Kalnas Stebetojas by Kristina Suvorova


Kalnas Stebetojas from Kya Suvo on Vimeo

Day n' nite.

31.5.15

Glitter everywhere



Photo: Brazzi (Tomas Brazinskas)
Make up: Marija Unkind
Model: Kristina Suvorova




26.5.15

Grapefruit Coat








Photo: Brazzi (Tomas Brazinskas)
Make up: Marija Unkind
Model: Kristina Suvorova





7.5.15

POP ORGY/COLOR JAM/GLITTER BOMB


Hello there !
 Lil come back and a promise for sum new shiaaaat to show up soon in here !
There was no 'come back' planed. In fact I wanted to burry this blog forever. 
Well, I did changed my mind. Gonna see ya more often again !

K.S.

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Laba diena !

Sioks toks sugryzimas i ekranus (kuriu, vau, jau tiek daug ir tokiu skirtingu priviso). 
Siaip sugryzimo nebeplanavau. Buvau sugalvojusi sita bloga paslepti ir giliai uzkasti po virtualia velena. Ateina gi visiem tokie etapeliai, kai lyg pirstais spragteli ir viskas atrodo visai kitaip.
Anglai vartoja sitam reiskiniui zodi - epiphany (a moment of sudden and great revelation or realization). Lietuviai, kaip suprantu sitam reiskiniui zodzio neturi, arba, labai galimas daiktas, as jo tiesiog nezinau. Na kaip ten bebutu, manau daugelis bent viena karta gyvenime yra patyres, kad nuo vienos dienos i kita reikaliukai, be jokios paaiskinamos priezasties, kitaip ziurisi. 
Pavyzdziui - nuo 

 'negeriu kavos be pieno.neskanu' iki 'man tik juodos, stiprios, be cukraus'. 
 'labai patinka visokie ornamentai, printai ir geliu piesiniai. ANT VISKO' iki 'balta, minimalistiska, svaru' .
'megstu viska kaupti ir taupyti, faina ir nezinai kada ko prireiks' iki 'kuo maziau esi priklausomas nuo materialiu daiktu, tuo lengviau gyventi'
'visur geriau negu cia' iki 'isspausk viska is aplinkos, kurioje esi ir tada galesi begti toliau'

Na suprantat, tokie nuomoniu ir net iprociu kardinalus apsivertimai, apsivalymai ir perrusiavimai. 

Kaip ten bebutu, sitas blogas egzistuoja nuo 2008 metu. Kiek visokiu nesamoniu prirasyta ir pripostinta,
galvojau 'pakaks blevyzgoti, metas imtis rimtu darbu'. Bet gi labai  linksma perziureti ir palyginti, todel postinsiu ir fiksuosiu cionais toliau. 

K.S.




25.12.14

TODAY'S INSPIRATION: BUKOWSKI


"August 12, 1986
Hello John:
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or make films about it, they don’t get it right. They call it “9 to 5.” It’s never 9 to 5, there’s no free lunch break at those places, in fact, at many of them in order to keep your job you don’t take lunch. Then there’s overtime and the books never seem to get the overtime right and if you complain about that, there’s another sucker to take your place.
You know my old saying, “Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors.”
And what hurts is the steadily diminishing humanity of those fighting to hold jobs they don’t want but fear the alternative worse. People simply empty out. They are bodies with fearful and obedient minds. The color leaves the eye. The voice becomes ugly. And the body. The hair. The fingernails. The shoes. Everything does.
As a young man I could not believe that people could give their lives over to those conditions. As an old man, I still can’t believe it. What do they do it for? Sex? TV? An automobile on monthly payments? Or children? Children who are just going to do the same things that they did?
Early on, when I was quite young and going from job to job I was foolish enough to sometimes speak to my fellow workers: “Hey, the boss can come in here at any moment and lay all of us off, just like that, don’t you realize that?”
They would just look at me. I was posing something that they didn’t want to enter their minds.
Now in industry, there are vast layoffs (steel mills dead, technical changes in other factors of the work place). They are layed off by the hundreds of thousands and their faces are stunned:
“I put in 35 years…”
“It ain’t right…”
“I don’t know what to do…”
They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work. I could see all this. Why couldn’t they? I figured the park bench was just as good or being a barfly was just as good. Why not get there first before they put me there? Why wait?
I just wrote in disgust against it all, it was a relief to get the shit out of my system. And now that I’m here, a so-called professional writer, after giving the first 50 years away, I’ve found out that there are other disgusts beyond the system.
I remember once, working as a packer in this lighting fixture company, one of the packers suddenly said: “I’ll never be free!”
One of the bosses was walking by (his name was Morrie) and he let out this delicious cackle of a laugh, enjoying the fact that this fellow was trapped for life.
So, the luck I finally had in getting out of those places, no matter how long it took, has given me a kind of joy, the jolly joy of the miracle. I now write from an old mind and an old body, long beyond the time when most men would ever think of continuing such a thing, but since I started so late I owe it to myself to continue, and when the words begin to falter and I must be helped up stairways and I can no longer tell a bluebird from a paperclip, I still feel that something in me is going to remember (no matter how far I’m gone) how I’ve come through the murder and the mess and the moil, to at least a generous way to die.
To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.
yr boy,
Hank








30.11.14

Classy Switch


Photo: Theresa
Clothes: American Apparel
Location: Freitagsküche, Frankfurt am Main

31.7.14

INSPIRATION: Marion Fayolle

Sexy, visual poetry by French illustrator Marion Fayolle.
Enjoy !