taking a break:)

sorry my lovelies, i'll be taking a break from the blogging world for a few more days, because i'm working on my final project for the advanced diploma in gaming & animation technology.

working with Blender is kind of confusing for me, although i have to admit that the software does have certain plus points that put other 3D softwares to shame (haha.)

anyway, i'm creating a dance game inspired by Konami's Dance Dance Revolution. the working process does exhaust not only me, but my dear computer so much too. to ease the aching back i've been listening to endless loops of Katy Perry's Teenage Dream. haha. i mean it: endless loops. even i am currently listening to it now. heehee.

that's erin wasson's pretty face i used as background. you're right my love!;)

i love you guys, and i promise i'll keep in touch! ♥

she plastered his face among the stars.

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ph by dev

I saw the rain falling in distortions, and the motion of the city flowing backward. I saw the droplets contrasting against the strong white lights, drenching the roads in such saintlike immaculateness. I saw the sharp lights outlined those droplets, and the fallen ones on the car glass. I saw the pitch-black sky, the silent backdrop, and wondered what would happen later to those indifferent faces sheltered under dark-shaded umbrellas.

midnight was approaching, and the city was about to renew its mind-bending rules; like a mad professor's plans, it would pass through their hearts, their minds, and as the tangible part of their dreams. their fates were about to change.

topshop t-shirt dress and corset top, mango necklace and belt, aldo boots

the writing above was written just now, inspired by my recent city-crawling about two hours ago. it's raining heavily almost everyday here, and the wind carries such calming chill I could easily sink into a reverie:)

WILDCROW.

ph by dev

keeping away from the face of the world, she was burning, burning in her golden hell. during daylights she painted his face while hiding behind her own veil of distrust, at nights she plastered his face among the stars. he'd be her little god after dark, his glory so divine it would outshine the arrogant Cassiopeia and assassinate the mighty Orion. 

seized by the immense wave of rebellion in her youthful days, it got harder and harder for her to measure her consciences and consciousness by every passing day. in her mind, there were only two types of people: ordinary ones who lead ridiculous life only to be locked in ordinary coffins the day they die, and extraordinary ones who are literally gay about passion and mess with love; bleeding is their fuel, yet enthusiasm, for them, is a long-forgotten myth.

we need several fools to line our days in the stars.

refined medieval magic.♥

Ann Demeulemeester is amazing. 

for years i've been thinking on how to make fantasy wearable. i grew up as a major fan of Final Fantasy series, where the clothes are crazy enough to evoke the glitters of dream but are not wearable in any realm out of the game world. probably such strong attraction toward fantasy-esque clothes is one of the things that doesn't change in me: i am still―massively―under the spell of fierce clothes that are not wearable in our real world. take the clothes in Rise of The Lycans, for example; medieval-inspired, leather-adorned, fierce, with beautiful details.

Ann is just a right designer who holds the key to intersect those charms into beautiful, mysterious clothes as wearable things. while most avant-garde designers are known for 'designing for satisfaction' instead of 'designing wearable fashion', she is, indeed, someone who knows how to satisfy her penchant for slight eccentricities while maintaining the force of strong notions in fashion.

below are several enchanting things i've noticed in her designs. just like the title stated it: refined medieval magic.

1. one-of-a-kind details

i find the details of the chains very attractive.

2. geometric cuts

3.fine structures with bold touches of originality

and here are some of my favorites:

i love the touch of blood-red here, and the details of the feathers make the clothing even more mysteriously charming. the accents of the feathers are living, breathing magic.

i find this dress very fierce―in term of dark-sexy. exactly something i want to wear, and being photographed in.

(images credit to style.com)

have a nice weekend to everyone, and i hope you enjoy this review.

bisous.♥

SNEAK-PEEK.♥

we are looking at the same sky, breathing the same soft dust of dreams into our lungs, and breaking the tales of our broken youthful days. that day as we trailed the same path down towards our deepest daydreams, I realized that you are more myself than i am. 

come clear, come clear, love.

ph by devina

(complete version of LOVE SONG.)

the air was chilling cold, and I could feel the tips of my fingers and toes freezing. 

a careless affection in my head, or a simple wish for an asylum in your ever-dreamy heart, i took the form of an angel fallen out of grace, with her seven-shade halo removed from her head. affection was as far as a distant sky in the fantasy world, and internal mournings for a jilted lover were dirges launched at the broken sky.

lights on, lights on, pull back to the show and fire away at me; for i love you like a cigarette loves a cricket which sets it blazing.  

one day all careless whispers would mingle into one, dissolved in the confused intersection of lights. 

COME CLEAR, COME CLEAR, LOVE.

wuthering heights.

ph by dev

waiting for you, my heart a stone. smelling like metal, my skin is―probably my bones has just turned into steel. 

signs of darkness coming with fleeting memories of past failures. now i'm lying here alone, staring at the empty side of the bed. tonight i shall dream and be among the stars of Cassiopeia. tonight i shall dream and touch the zenith of the eastern sky. 

tonight i shall delude myself, just like before. 

(text inspired by the dark romance between catherine earnshaw and heathcliff in wuthering heights)

LULV LETTER.♥

i wrote it, folded it, put it in my desk and let the coldness of the wood provided the secret a proper amount of darkness it deserved ―then wondered whether he'd know a fvck about it. ♥

internalflame.

ph by andre

we traveled through time, under the monochrome sky with mute stars. 

but we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like mick jagger.

ph by dev

with my photographer friend Andre.the air was a thick romance between alcohol and tobacco. as children, we danced among flowers; as adults, we're dancing among madmen. we nibble on the wings of fantasy and devour very little amount of reality.

keep the blood pumping.

ph by dev

If everything is written in the stars, or among the constellations, then we are all shimmering diamonds that flicker now and then against the stark-blackness. to be young and crazy we need to keep the fresh blood flowing―we have to breathe, to stay alive, we have to shout that we are alive.

There's no love, just explosions of mingled pleasure and happiness―an uncontrollable eruption aimed at someone irresistible. the danger of falling too deep is that you won't clearly know whether he is an amphetamine or a lithium. it's like a comparison between fate and destiny― one is a controlling force, while the other is just a limp spirit reinforced by prescribed events.

I am a blazing maggot nibbling on the city's bones.

sharp like vinegar. you.

ph by dev

although he was close, he felt as if he was a thousand li away, and his voice resembled nameless echoes in the distance that couldn't reach my flesh.

his eyes skyward, he smoked as if trying to warm the cold-colored sky by every puff, and his vacant fingers were playing with the water droplets. Seeing those soaked, bony fingers I thought about how the core of his soul was being peeled layer by layer, like a desert rose bleached by the ages.

there won't be another love

like mine: sweet as blood, thick

as the intermingling cynicisms

lost child we are, star-crossed

skin-diluted, your beauty infatuates me strong as death