chase

dress - self made

blazer - gap, thrifted

belt - vintage

boots - dunno, have them for 7 or 8 years

having a week off work

one very busy week

traveling from one place to another

trying to squeeze everything i missed in past 6 months

in that one week

..

and.. damn it

i need more time!

..

mokosha

old lace (no arsenic)

dress - flea market, vintage

belt - vintage

boots - random shop

on saturday mornings

there is a flea market on one of the town squares

kid's flea market, to be exact

..

i bought this dress

for less than one euro

from a five years old boy

with biggest blue eyes

..

mokosha

bits and pieces, 2

i live in the house

of famous serbian poet

one that died a bit over hundred years ago

and a bit before that

he wrote a poem

that many consider the best love poem ever written in our language

..

he wrote the famous poem

in this very house

i love to believe he wrote it in this room i call my own these days

..

it feels strange to live in his house

(ok, his wife's house, but it still feels strange)

this place should be a museum of some sort

not a temporary home of one rather strange group

of archaeologists and heavy drinkers

..

now, the house has nothing of the looks it once had

furniture is i believe from the 50's and 60's

almost nothing is authentic

but it still is fabulous

and light years away from the houses we usually stay in

while on excavations

..

sorry for the lack of posts

i'm too tired and feeling slightly blue lately

(being almost 5 months away from my other self)

not in the mood to take pictures 

not in the mood to do much at all

..

luckily, there is gin tonic in my near future

..

mokosha

lets talk books

dress - self made

sandals - novecento

when i was a kid
i rather stayed at home reading books
than going out to play with my friends
..
i'm one of those peeps that stay up all night
when book is too exciting
refusing to leave it, before reading the last sentence
..
i'll always remember the day
when winnetou died
i think that's the day when my childhood was over
i was devastated for a long time, crying and not sleeping and everything
and when it was over, i was suddenly a grown up
..
childhood obsession with karl may
was replaced with later obsession with henry miller
he was and is my favorite pervert (sorry charles bukowski, though i love you too)
every time i read him, i feel like i'm reading my thoughts
i feel like i know him, in some disturbing way
..
then it was all about good ol' edgar allan poe
..
then i discovered magic realism
and dived into the sea of marquez and rushdie and bulgakov
wanting to drown and stay in their fantastic worlds for good
.. i never get over any of those fellas..
midnight's children is going to be my favorite book until the day i die,
i just know it, no matter what i might read in the meantime
(i read the damn thing seven times, after all
that's how much i love it)
..
after that, i had a short fling with fantasy books
but it never was my thing
though i loved douglas adams a lot
..
then it was poetry
insane amounts of jacques prevert, and neruda, lorca, mayakovsky, stanescu
..
one day, it stopped..
i just stopped reading anything
and that reading vacuum went for a while
i never completely understood why 
..
it infected me last year, again
now all i ever want to do is read books
and than read more books
i don't have favorites anymore
give me a book
and i gonna read it
hell, i gonna devour it
and than have another one
..
last week favorites:
the road - cormac mccarthy
papa you're crazy - william saroyan
the ring is closed - knut hamsun
..
any suggestions?
..
and sorry my post has nothing to do with the dress from the pics
i just can't talk fashion these days
grave digging on friday the 13th sort of killed my fashion sense
..
mokosha

frantic monday

dress - vintage, thrifted

sandals - novecento

clutch - no name

today i was reunited with my sewing machine

for the first time since i left for excavations

(these pictures have nothing to do with that

i just happened to have them around)

..

i made pants..

ridiculous pants, to be exact

if you remember those pants obelix wore in the comic

well, they sort of look similar

..

and why do i need another pair of pants?

'cause excessive beer drinking 

and morning rituals of cookie dipping 

made my zipper explode the other day

..

so now

i have jersey non-zipping dropped crotch pants

inspired by my favorite fat ass guy, obelix

(let's hope i don't burst those open too)

..

mokosha

i'm alive

dress - self made

blazer - zara, birthday gift 

in case you wondered

i'm still alive

..

i may need to dye my hair

i may regret these ridiculous bangs 

i may be covered in dirt and too tired to wash it off

i may have wanted to tell you a story

to tell you where i moved 

and what i've been up to lately 

to tell you about the beers and fifth century graves

about that rat i meet on my way to toilet every evening

and how i listen to the beatles way more than it's legal

and read too many books

and how i have a crush on don draper 

..

i may have wanted to do all that

but all i can do at this moment

is to be tired

and regret my ridiculous bangs

..

mokosha

owl obsessed

meet mother owl

isn't she something?

bad tempered but beautiful lady

..

there is only one baby owl left

the other one fell to the ground yesterday

..

this little fella is alone now

from his perspective

that might be a good thing

..more food for him

..

from my perspective

that's rather crappy

..

and there is neighbor's cat

spending entire day under the owl's tree

so it might get even more crappy 

..

mokosha

bits and pieces

i planned to take a photo of my today's outfit 

and post it

..

then i planned to show you 

how beautiful mother owl is

(but was scared not to overload le blog with all the owls

.. rest of the world may not be as obsessed with them as moi)

..

instead

i'm going to share with you

few details of my temporary home

..

every room in the house

have differently stenciled walls

that's a traditional wall decoration in this part of the country

in serbian and hungarian houses

(and probably all the others as well

this is a part of the country with very mixed population:

serbs, hungarians, slovaks, croats, romanians, rusyns and many other nationalities live here)

..

and that mix of nationalities

is clearly not afraid of pattern mixing

.. 

mokosha

rusty hinge

my plan for today was simple:

work work and work..

there should be four of us at excavations 

plus our boss

but others have yet to come

meaning - i have to do job of four people

to manage 3 different excavation sites 

(with a little help of my boss)

take all the pictures

make all the sketches

write all the data myself

so.. you get the idea

busy days at site

and busy afternoons by the computer

..

so.. i had a plan for today

plan to finish all the documentation from past week

..

but then the sound woke me up 

in the middle of the night

sound of the rusty hinge 

repeating every couple of seconds

one rather annoying sound

..

so i spent the rest of the night

trying to figure out what makes that sound

where the damn hinge is

..

then i spent half of the day

trying to figure out what makes that sound

found no rusty hinge

nor anything similar

..

by the early afternoon

my brain decided that the sound is produced by an owl chick 

(why owl? beats me.. 

my brain works in strange ways)

so i spent the rest of afternoon 

trying to prove that theory

listening dozens of different owl chick squeaks 

..

then i found it

sound of the long eared owl

that's what's bothering me for hours

..

then i tried to locate the loud fella 

and,  miraculously, i found not one, but two of them..

i tried to photograph them

and, miraculously, my boss forgot his fancy camera when he left home for weekend

so i snapped a few close-up shots

..

it's bedtime

job is still unfinished

'cause i dedicated my entire day to ridiculous quest

and, no matter how cute little feather balls are

sound is still annoying

..

is someone gonna help me

to see what's the moral of this story

i'm too tired of squeaks to do that myself 

..

mokosha

doors

getting internet happened to be

way easier than i thought

'cause we happen to have cable net

in the house we're staying at

..

we are located in northern serbia, in a beautiful small village

small hungarian village, to be exact

so i almost feel like being abroad

(especially when communicating with our landlady

who speaks no serbian

so we talk with our hands, drawing our thoughts in the air

and finger pointing various things)

..

it was rainy this morning

so we decided not to work today

and i used the afternoon to walk a lot

get to know the village

and find some nice spots for future photo shoots 

..

not really sure

how i ended up with billion door pictures instead

but i like this little collage i made

and thought to share it with you

..

mokosha