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

Split city. The crickets are so loud you can't hear neither the traffic nor the people. You can't hear  any of the usual urban sounds for that matter. You feel like the city has stopped being a city and has turned into something magical. The air is warm, the breeze from the sea is gentle and full of restlessness. From every courner the crickets sing their ode to the sun. Their song is stubborn and magnificent. When you eyes turn towards the sea, you feel as little bits of eternity are entering your soul. The city and the sea seem to be reaching to one another ever so gently, it makes you wonder do they crave for each other embrace. Your hair is full of sea salt and messy as it can be, but you couldn't care less. Summer has bewitched you with its song. Once again it has hypnotized you. What was that you were  worrying about? You can't remember. It does matter. All that matters is Split city. Now. Grad Split. Cvrčci su toliko glasni da ne čuješ ni promet niti ljude...

It was over 40 degrees Celsius (that's over 100 Fahrenheit) when these photographs were taken. Seriously! I'm obviously a desert type when I'm able to enjoy being out at midday in a city that is practically an oven. If you did not know Mostar city is surrounded by mountains and hills which pretty much turns it into an urban oven. Yes, this city is a champion of unbelievably high temperatures during the Summer. So, this hat was as much a necessity as a fashion statement. Wearing a hat when temperature is over 100 Fahrenheit is a sound idea, believe me. Speaking of Fahrenheits,  have you read  Fahrenheit 451  by Ray Bradbury? You should, you know, it really is a brilliant dystopian novel. I find it uncanny how much some writers were able to guess the future, down to minute details. Every time when I ponder about our modern society problems and questionable practices, I think of this novel and I realize I'm not crazy. Some things are just wrong and that's the way it...