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Fashion show Stanka Zovko/ Modna revija Stanke Zovko

Fashion show took place during a fundraising event for a hospital  in Mostar. All photos by me.

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painting / slika

This is a painting I ordered from Spomenka and I really like how it turn out. Slika koju sam naručila od Spomenke i jako mi se sviđa kako je ispala.

DIY (Fimo)---Uradi sam (Fimo)

Time for some DIY projects...and this time it will be stuff made out of Fimo (well, using it I make jewelry mostly but you can also make other things). Fimo is a German brand of polymer clay (I cannot compare it to other brands because this is the only one I tried). Here is a random selection of my works: a headpiece, a pair of earrings and a necklace. I must confess that the first two were made a long time ago , but at least I can say that these items have stood the test of time. The last one (the necklace) I've made recently and lost it somewhere. Hopefully (and probably) it will pop out again in one of my sudden home redecorating attempts.
* The belt some of you have commented on in the last post was also a DIY but since it has nothing to do with polymer clay it will have to wait some other time.
Malo mojih radova od polimerne gline (ili ti ga fima). Ovdje je nekakav slučajan odabir radova: ukras za kosu, par naušnica i ogrlica. Fimom se koristi dosta ljudi, to je njemački bren…

Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane.

“Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody mentions it, today. If it happened yesterday, though, you can nod or chuckle, as the case may be. You've crossed through nothingness or dream to another island in Time.” 
― Roger ZelaznyIsle of the Dead

....yes, my dear Zelanzny but there are things that even a good night of sleep cannot cure. There are longings that cannot be fulfilled, dreams that cannot be forgotten and sorrows that cannot be cured. Still, you're right about sleep. Nothing like a good night sleep to make you feel like a brand new person.

"Od svega što čovjek radi, spavanje vjerojatno  najviše pridonosi očuvanju njegovog metalnog zdravlja. San stavlja zagrade oko svakog dana. Uradite li nešto blesavo ili bolno danas, iznervirate se ako to netko spomene, danas. No, ako se dogodilo jučer, možete se nasmijati ili k…

My picks from the Elle Style Awards Croatia / Moj izbor sa nagrada Elle Style u Hrvatskoj

Mlada glumica ima jedinstven stil i nepogrješiv osjećaj za modu. Njena odjevna kombinacija za ovaj događaj je jednostavno prekrasna. Prelijepa haljina je upotpunjena vrlo orginalnom torbicom, a frizura i šminka je jednostavna. 
Judita Franković, a young actress, has an unique sense of style. Her fashion choices are always flawless. The outfit that she wore for this occasion is simply stunning. Beautiful gown is matched by a very original bag while the hair and make up is kept simple.



Nevena Rendeli, izgledala je divno sofisticirano u  kombinaciji blago asimetričnog kroja  i  kombinirajući samo dvije boje, vječnu crnu sa vrlo popularnom kobatnom plavom, što je omogućilo oku da se usredotoči samo na siluetu.
Nevela Rendeli, a journalist, was wonderfully sophisticated. Slightly asymmetrical cuts of the outfit were stressed with a choice of only two colours, timeless black with very fashionable eclectic blue, that allowed the eye to focus primarily on the silhouette.




Helena Šopar, manekenka…

You whose hands are more innocent than mine

It is said that the greatest loves are often tragic. When I think of love stories, I often think of Vesna Parun, a Croatian poetess, and one of her poems in particular. It is a poem that Vesna wrote to the wife of the man that was her only love and it is  the most tender of poems that I have ever read. This poem has been translated by many, but today I have felt like translating it myself.
You whose hands are more innocent than mine, poem by Vesna Parun
You whose hands are more innocent than mine you  who is  as wise as the complacence itself. you who can read better than myself loneliness from his forehead You who can chase away from his face the slow shadows of doubt  like the spring wind chases away the shadows of clouds over the hill.
If your embrace gives courage to the heart, and your tights end the pain, if your name is the heaven to his thoughts, and your throat  shade to his resting place and the night of your voice an orchard  still untouched by storms. 
Then stay by him and be more devoted tha…