CHANEL FALL‑WINTER 2014/15 HAUTE COUTURE



My cloud nine dress.

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He's a brilliant genius, that Mr. Lagerfeld. You know that they're not feathers--they're shredded tulle that look like feathers. There's all sorts of trompe l'oeil in this collection that pays homage to Versailles and Le Corbusier. Always always always so impressed and happy to be in the show.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...
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Anonymous said...

i see you deleted my comment. ahhhh shit, i didn't mean to hurt your feelings. please feel free to delete this too, but please read it before you do, so that i may have a chance to explain myself:

daul meant, and still means, very much to me. she brought me out of my depression and when i spent time with her, i truly felt understood and no longer so incongruous with the rest of society. she was just inexplicably different from everyone else who tried to comfort me. she gave me the fucking truth instead of placating bromides...

so when i speak of her brilliance in comparison to yours, please do understand that it is coming from a deeply personal and dark place. i mean you no harm.

rather- i think you are stunning beautiful, artistically talented, and obviously strides smarter than your peers. you clearly are pushing boundaries in the fashion medium, and i respect that very much.

what i typed out before was a mistake on my part. i was spiteful of daul's absence; i do apologize.

i wish you all the best.

Soojmooj said...

Anonymous commenter:

You seem to have a bit of a guilty conscience, which is slightly comforting. But please read:

I am Soo Joo Park.
I am not, I repeat, NOT anyone else.
If you cannot fathom this difference, you have a serious problem, none of which is any of mine.

Don't come to my blog to share unsolicited comparisons. You don't know me, and as nice as it is that you have nothing better to do than judge someone's character of whom you've never met (I truly do so envy you, as I never seem to have enough time on my hands), I have never claimed to be another person than MYSELF. I'm living my own life, through my eyes, mind and body, and that's enough for me. It's too bad it's not enough for you and you need another human being for consolation, but I am a grown woman and will not encourage immature slanders, or, as the currently trending word goes, 'basicness.'

As any human being with a heart would, I am hurt by malicious or condescending remarks. So, yes, I deleted your comment, because looking at it hurt me and harmed me. At least have the fucking balls to reveal yourself when you're saying something so insensitive. Don't hide behind your computer screen as you type insulting things.

Anonymous said...

it's almost eerie how accurately you have seemed to pin me down.

you're quite right. living through my own body, and through my own experiences has never been enough for me. i am truly a broken being, and each passing second is an intense struggle for me. i also find it deeply saddening that i can't seem to find consolation and understanding within myself, but it seems that i was simply born without basic-pack for human empathy.

i can't quite recall verbatim what i initially posted on your wall, as vodka does seem to impair one's memory quite severely (but i dare say that is exactly the reason so many turn to it, non?). through my elementary sense of context clues, i conclude i must have written out one of my insufferable comments about her. nonetheless, alcohol is no excuse and currently, along with unceasing nausea, i am feeling the utmost compunction and guilt.

but rest assured that your deduction is right: i am a nobody with too much time and too little to live for. please disregard my initial ramblings, as they were born of ignorance and malice. being drunk comforts me, but seems to do so by turning my self-hatred outward and making it insidious. it also seems to have the effect of turning me into an imbecilic thirteen year old girl.

i know you do not need me to say these already self-evident things, and as i am typing out from behind an anonymous handle, it will mean next to dog shit; yet i feel the need to do so to even reduce my disgusting sense of self-guilt even by one percent.

i am terribly, terribly sorry for saying anything that may have hurt you. i do not know you and yet i sought to hurt you. it was a repulsive thing to do- drunken or sober. you are clearly your own person, and a brilliant one at that. i read a few of your earlier posts just now (only a few, as my fucking pounding head won't stop fucking pounding) and they are a delight to read. your eloquence and creative mindset shine through brightly. i must sound like a psychopath by now, but since these days i am starting to believe i am legitimately mentally impaired, i'll continue: please do not let people like me hinder your sense of self. you are definitively your own being.

i sincerely apologize. please be well.