a little place to call my own (art and fashion blog)

Home on the road                                                                      Dom na cesti I lay in the dirt next to the road                                         Ležah u prašini kraj ceste Neither I saw his face                                                        Niti ja vidim lice njegovo nor he saw mine.                                                                niti on vidje lice moje. The ...

 on the left my mother,  on the right the designer of the dress Gordana Radić my prom dress 2004 some of my jewelry creations of the time  2004 one of those official prom photos   You wanted to see my prom photographs, so here they are...these are the only ones I have managed to find. Two of them were taken while the dress was still in the process of being made. The jewelry to match the dress I made myself.  Htjeli ste vidjeti moje fotografije s mature, pa ih evo...ovo su jedine koje sam uspjela pronaći. Dvije su uslikane dok je haljina još bila u fazi izrade. Nakit koji je išao uz haljinu sam sama napravila.

I remember my prom quite well, despite the fact that it was a decade ago (literally a decade). The way prom was organized in my school and in most of the high schools here is that we would chose one of our classmates to be our 'date.' Boys being more numerous than girls in my high school, they would usually end up with two dates. Well, I always thought it was silly that people must have a date to go to a prom. That's why I'm happy that where I'm from we don't really do that 'date' thing. A date is just a friend you walk into the ballroom with and once the prom is over at about 2 or 3 am, we all go clubbing together. All in all,  my prom night was a quite pleasant evening and I remember it fondly. Being very pleased with the dress I wore certainly made the night more enjoyable. My dress was long and I felt very glamours in it. I think that the question that most girls ask themselves is what length should their prom dress be. What colour is also a fre...

How does it feels to wear your own painting? Pretty good, I must say. The design on this skirt I have created with red textile paints. I'm aware that this outfit is a bit out there, featuring not only my art but all kinds of prints and colours....but hey, you only live once. The location for these photographs is hotel Mogrjelo .  Whenever we are in Čapljina, we usually stop there to have a coffee. Why? Is it necessary to ask?  Kakav je osjećaj nositi vlastitu sliku? Poprilično dobar, moram priznati. Uzorak na suknji sam stvorila s tekstilnim bojama. Znam da je kombinacija dosta šarena,  (možda i prešarena), ali jednom se živi. Slike su uslikane ispred hotela Mogrjelo , kada smo u Čapljini tu obično svratimo na kavu. Zašto? Je li potrebno pitati? 

boots/čizme: Peko , puffer/ jakna: no name, bag/torba: vintage Seeing these photos makes me almost regret I cut my hair. Almost. A bit of change is always good. Besides, I think it was this very photograph that got me thinking I need a haircut in the first place. My hair is still long enough for braiding, so I might wear this hairstyle again. Lately, I've been posting daily because I have a lot of previously prepared outfit posts and it makes sense to publish them before they become updated. Usually I like to mix things up a little when it comes to my blog, but according to statistics, outfits post are the most viewed posts on my blog, so I guess you (my readers) don't exactly mind. In addition, I honestly don't have the energy to prepare something else so I'll just continue posting old looks. Now, something about the outfit. For some reason, I find pointy shoes to be quite empowering. Why? Do I think they come in handy when it comes to self-defense? I ...

Jakna/Jacket: alpine pro , čizme/boots: Peko Ja te volim, jer si ko zvijezda:                           I love thee, cause you're like a star Visoko—sama, i suze jer tvoje,                         up high---alone, and  cause your tears Što krišom plačeš, ko kajanje truju                   that you cry in secret, like remorse poison I more budne, mučne noći moje.                       and torture my awake, restless nights.  Matoš, ulomak iz Serenade                                                  except from   The Serenade , Matoš These images were taken so...

Hello readers and fellow bloggers! In this post, I'll share my translation of one legendary Croatian rock song titled About One Youth (or About One's Youth) and sang by amazing Josipa Lisac.  I have updated this post in 2024 to add a link to Josipa Lisac official site and more information about here. Below you can read the chorus of the song, and if you scroll down, you can read the full translation done by yours truly. What is more, I added a newer translation. Enjoy!      Tko zna, možda na me čeka neki drugi svijet                        Who knows, maybe there is another world waiting for me Tko zna i u mraku katkad nikne divan cvijet Who knows, even in the dark sometimes a wonderful flower springs Možda, tko zna, jedna od sretnijih Maybe, who can tell, one of the more fortunates one Jedna od tisuću One in a thousand Bit ću baš ja  Shall be just me    Tko to zna   Who knows   ...