Tag: Art

Red Square Dior

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Hello God!

Thank You for our ability to change. Everything is changing. Dior is in Moscow again. The last Dior visit in Moscow was in far 1959. You can see the difference between now and 1959 I wrote about in the post Dior Me.

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“The tones of gray, pale turquoise and pink will prevail,” Christian Dior had predicted. I think he would be happy to see the runway Dior fall-winter 2013-2014 show at Red Square in Moscow!

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I recognize that Dior on my picture I kept on under my pillow in my childhood. I love these looks! I just can not find the relevant words to describe my elation and excitement about the show!

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It seems fall-winter 2013-2014 is going to be elegant and beautiful! Moscow is a really inspirational place for Dior genetically. This is classic love story a la Russe!

Thank you for this possibility to share with you my excitement about Dior.

Magic Tree

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Hello God!

Thank You for today’s Inspiration. Today’s morning have presented to us something wonderful.

This tree
Is not only a tree
It is a freindly tree,
that is always watching over you.
This tree
Is not only a tree
It is a magical tree.
That makes miracles happen,
Hopes become realities,
And nevers become alwayses.
This tree
Is not only a tree
It is where everything started.
It is the tree of life.

by Mia Ocean

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We were eating grapes when the idea was born.

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I with my daughter are creating a magic tree from empty bunch of grapes and modeling clay.

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We think a little glittering is beautiful.

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Red flowers are blooming on the tree.

And Pixie dust is necessary.

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To make this tree is easy and fun. You and your child will be happy if you try to create it.

Well, close your eyes and think about your Dream, as you know:

It is a magical tree.
That makes miracles happen,
Hopes become realities…

Romance Mood

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Hello God!
Thank you for the sweet memory I have about my first sight in my future husband’s eyes. What a fleeting sense of happy uncertainty “Is he the One?” “Yes, yes,yes, he is,” beating of my heart had answered. As always my brain was the last who had accepted this fact.

My today’s mood is romantic and I am happy to share with you this poetic moment.

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I still recall the wondrous moment:
When you appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

In sorrow, when I felt unwell,
Caught in the bustle, in a daze,
I fell under your voice’s spell
And dreamt the features of your face.

Years passed and gales had dispelled
My former hopes, and in those days,
I lost your voice’s sacred spell,
The holy features of your face.

Detained in darkness, isolation,
My days began to drag in strife.
Without faith and inspiration,
Without tears, and love and life.

My soul attained its waking moment:
You re-appeared before my sight,
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

And now, my heart, with fascination,
Beats rapidly and finds revived
Devout faith and inspiration,
And tender tears and love and life.

Alexander Pushkin

I see you are smiling about your happy memory about the glimpse you remember for your whole life!

Real Girl

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Hello God!

Thank You for my daughter. My daughter is the greatest gift from the Sky. I love her endlessly. As a mother I want to see my child happy and healthy. We love to play together and our favorite game is in fashion designer. We create a clothing for a dolls, and Barbie, of course, goes the first in our waiting list. Girls are girls.

“Men are self-confident because they grow up identifying with super-heroes. Women have bad self-images because they grow up identifying with Barbie,” Rita Rudner says and I agree with her. Barbie doll can be a nightmare for mindful parents.

Artist Nickolay Lamm has made Barbie over, using an average 19-year-old girl’s body dimensions. Oh, I am happy to see the news.

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While the original Barbie has measurements of 36-18-33, Lamm’s Barbie is a much healthier 32-31-33.

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The differences are clearly visible. Real girl doll’s neck is almost twice as wide as the original, with shorter legs and a slightly smaller head.

The artist and researcher set out to prove whether his realistic Barbie would still be as marketable as her infamous original. He photographed his model Barbie next to her original, photoshopping his work to make her coloring, packaging and clothing like the typical doll.

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Speaking about his latest work, the artist said: “So, if there’s even a small chance of Barbie in its present form negatively influencing girls, and if Barbie looks good as an average sized woman in America, what’s stopping Mattel from making one?”

I would buy the real girl’s size doll for my daughter. Mattel, please, think about the idea! I am sure a lot of parents will be grateful worldwide.

Thank you for sharing with me this moment and our parent’s worries and hopes.

Dior Me

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Hello God!

Thank You for Dior again. Dior was the iconic name almost for every Soviet woman. Happy circumstances had brought Dior to USSR in 1959. 14 years ago the War II was finished and the winner-USSR was in the process of restoring and, what is important, curing post traumatic pain. It was the time to remember about life, peaceful life.

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The Khrushchev’s Thaw had changed many aspects of the Soviet life, and fashion was one of them. A “clas­sic” cut of Dior suit was con­sid­ered “ide­o­log­i­cally neu­tral” by the Sovi­ets, as well as sta­ble and practical.

The colors of war were mixed up with dirty gray and bloody red. Dior was happily mixed up with the motley and lithe palette of the French fashion.

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“Oh, I see the aliens!” We can smile now, but these faces still remember horrors of the war.Dior2

My grandmother was young and beautiful. She could be on this picture with my little mother on her hands.

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My grandmother and mother usually copied a dresses from a rare magazines about fashion and they sew on the sewing machines at home. My promo dress was sew by them a la Dior!!!

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I am happy because love to Dior was genetically grafted to my personality by two generations of beautiful and strong women. As for me to see the last Couture collection fall-winter’13/14 is sad.

Thank You for sharing this moment with me.

July Bouquet

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Hello God!

Thank You for July. I am happily gathering a bouquet of summer flowers to pleasure you and singing a song about beautiful and sunny July.

July is charming child of mother Summer

He brings a bloom to flower’s faces

They are delightful smiles of the planet.

His philosophy is simple and profound

Enjoy your life, your living being before

Crone Winter has cropped the roses from your cheek.

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Please accept my Bouquet with the words “Obey your soul, have perfect faith in yourself. Never think of yourself with doubt or distrust, or as one who makes mistakes.” Wallace D. Wattles advises in his “The Science of Being Great”.

Perhaps the philosophy of July is here. A rose is blooming without doubts…

Breeze of Tenderness

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Hello God!

Thank You for the breeze of tenderness I am feeling on my cheek now.

…Serene shore in silent morning
Orchids of orange joy
Lovers as natural as waves
Children laughing in the breeze
Ships as mystical as stars
How can I make you feel beautiful?..

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The interrupted sleep by Francois Boucher, 1750

Have a tender weekend!

Le Chapeau

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Hello God!

Thank You for today’s Inspiration You generously had showered on. I spent my today with a great impressionist artist Pierre-Auguste Renoir. We were walking in Paris and admiring a parisian women. Renoir adores beautiful women. He said humorously that it is better to paint women than love them. Almost all his woman’s paintings are devoted to la femme a le chapeau. Woman in a hat is a symbol of feminity and charm.

“A hat is a flag, a shield, a bit of armor, and the badge of femininity. A hat is the difference between wearing clothes and wearing a costume; it’s the difference between being dressed and being dressed up; it’s the difference between looking adequate and looking your best. A hat is to be stylish in, to glow under, to flirt beneath, to make all others seem jealous over, and to make all men feel masculine about. A piece of magic is a hat,” Martha Sliter said.

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“Fashion is a kind of communication. It’s a language without words. A great hat speaks for itself.” I love that.

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“Whenever you wear your hat, your day will be special.” Louise Green is laughing: “Wearing a hat is like having a baby or a puppy; everyone stops to coo and talk about it.”

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“Wearing a hat versus not wearing a hat is the difference between looking adequate and looking your best.” Martha Sliter inspires to buy a hat.

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“You cannot hide in a hat; you will be noticed, especially by men. To men, you become a lady when you don a hat–one who they rush to open doors for. To women, you become an inspiration, reminding them that they have a closet full of hats they have not had the courage to wear.” The advice is good, I will follow.

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A woman in a hat is always the ultimate sign of class, poise, and the fervor of a forgotten generation of ever-confident females. When you see a woman in a beautiful hat, you know she’s not afraid to be seen.

I am happy to share this charming video about Le Chapeau.

Oh, I am inspired by the idea to buy a hat for myself. I hope you are too. Let’s discover our Beauty in “jeans-and-t-shirt” routine. Our men will be happy!

Kaleidoscope World

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Hello God!

Thank You for amazing today. I am playing with my daughter and kaleidoscope is our toy now. What’s a beautiful world inside! We are laughing together and my heart is full by a poem.

Kaleidoscope World

I am a simple girl,

I live in a Kaleidoscope World,

One by one the seasons turn,

Rain falls, Fire burns,

I try to hold on but things change,

Shapes and colors rearrange,

If we stayed still we’d never grow,

Like a tulip trapped in the snow,

The wheel of life is sometimes kind,

We never forget what we leave behind,

Dreams are timeless works of art,

All dreaming is painted by the heart,

My Kaleidoscope World spins around,

It whispers in color but makes no sound.

by Colleen Anne Carroll

I love today because I have this possibility to share this Masterpiece of Human Imagination and Creativity with you. The video is gorgeous.

I am impressed and inspired by this turn of kaleidoscope of my life. The colors are brilliant and I enjoy this treasure of Beauty I have found with you. Thank you for your help!

Glory to Life

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Hello God!

Thank You for the silence I am wrapped around by sweet sleeping of my daughter. I am feeling her breathing and listening the Glory Mass to Life playing by the orchestra and choir of my imagination.

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The Ocean is beginning of life.

Breathing of waves is a rhythm of the Mass.

Whales are bass in our choir

All fishes sing in deep unison.

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The Earth is our Mother.

She plays the piano solo.

Mountains and volcanos are

The piano keys. Her melody is Beauty.

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The Sun is Star

Its light is bright.

Sun rays are strings of Harp

The Universe loves.

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The Moon is singing Lullaby.

Her illuminating song feeds Dream

We have to turn into reality

Realizing the Potential.

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Flowers are Violins bows

Playing on the strings of rain.

Laughing and joking notes build

The tune which is your Smile.

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Photo and caption by Angela Elder

 

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There is Music in the Air.

French Horns, Trombones

Tuba and Trumpets are singing

Because of Air in your lungs.

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Si.

Hummingbirds and butterflies are

First Violins and Soprano

Glorifying in the Mass

Perfection of Life!

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As rainbow’s spectrum together is white light, we are in the white Harmony of silence which is the truth and music of Glory Mass to Life.

Tuk tuk tuk  – our hearts are beating in white shimmering light by rhythm of breathing Life. Thank you for listening your heart. Your heart is mine too.