For the love of the fur

With no warning or announce before I found myself graving for fury things. I woke one morning with a fur last, it hit me from nowhere like out of the blue. The only reasonable reason for this case can be the fact that I found in one of my "pretended to be arrangement but actually is more mess up than arrange" room arrangement two bags with plenty of faux fur that has left from one of the Purim costumes I made way back in the past, one in light blue and the other in light pink. Suddenly everything I made and worn needed a fur mention in a mysterious way. A dress that I got from my grandma is too small for me? Let's extend it with the fur on the sides. I need something that will separate between two parts in the shirt that I made? Let the fur do the job. I don't were those sandals? With the fur on them ill probably ware them all day long and etc.

After I finish redesigning my pink sandals I saw this whistles slippers so I guess this fur thing is a global vibe now, something in the air that makes us all upgrade our lives with the power of fur.

The practice in fur always brings up the moral question, if you're for the thing or against it. Well it's not a secret that in this process millions of innocent creatures get hurt in horrible ways but still it's very common that in high fashion designers are choosing to use the real fur for their collections. Maybe it's the quality and the glamour that overcome on the environmental aspect and I am sure that the original is always better than the alternatives but for now, for someone that had never got in touch with the real deal and don't feel it absence in my life I believe that we can live perfectly fine with the alternatives that we have. Something to think about.

Worn my home made pink fur slippers with Zara knit sparkle top, vintage from japan floral skirt, Tabio sheer socks

Worn my buttoned shirt with Vitrina ducks shirt, white shorts from grandma, Topshop socks and reebok classic trainers

no... THANK YOU!

Working in two jobs, going to a sawing course, painting lessons and kick box practices once a week isn't leave me that much of a spare time, and doe to the fact that I suffers from the "lazy person" syndrome when I have this free time in between all this activities my body will tell me to lay in idleness on the couch while whispering ״you need this" in a convincing beat frightening and intimidating voice. So blogging is a hard mission at this time but I need to get better at this, well I know I can do better! But thanks to Steve Jobs and his apple crew that invent the applications so I could keep updated through my closet friend, my dear I phone. 

 I know that we are now deep in the New York fashion week events but I'm a person who well known with his fashionable delays among the other bloggers. So as befits to one with a backfire I think I would like to talk about some of the couture shows that occurred last month or maybe more to acknowledge to some of the couture superstars. 

First I want to thank Karl Lagerfeld for letting us, all the females, all over the world, the opportunity to be formal with trainers. Is this the end of heels and platforms?! Well I guess that the answer is no but we do have the option now to be comfy and elegant! 

Second thank also to Karl for reminded me that I used to love rollerblading and now I want more than ever to buy myself a new pair, find a matching protectors and pouch, and heat the skate park while humming family matters theme song! 

 

To Raf Simons I will thank for the pastels and holes in every garment. I haven't fallen for the pastel magic yet but I want badly and perforated cloths have always been my frailty. One more to Dior that as showed in the Chanel show supported also our (by "our" I mean again, women all over the globe) comfort by presenting the sparkling small flowers decorated black trainers.

I'm almost done with all my gratitude just one last for Maison Martin Margiela that somehow succeeded with combining Two big loves of mine, art and sequins. And all of it served you on a bug had models with jeweled eyes and golden camel toe boots. He made me speechless fo sho. I mean camel toe I mean with boots I mean common...

(all runway shots and ditails are from style.com)