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субота, 12. април 2014.

Jimmy Choo And Pomellato



 Just relax, take a deep breath and enjoy the silence in this game...
Imagine how great it would be if these two would cooperate besides the boundaries of my mind?
Oh, and I have to admit that I kinda love Jimmy more without Tamara!

Liar

Samo se zavalite, udahnite duboko i uživajte u lepoti ove igre i tišine...
Bilo bi sjajno kada bi se ovo dvoje udruzilo u stvarnosti a ne samo u mojoj glavi.
Ah da, i moram priznati da mi se Jimmy jako vise svidja od kada nema Tamare!

Liar


петак, 21. фебруар 2014.

French chic and White rabbit


































I almost forgot that I'm a blogger...
Don't have time, don't have time?
My own mother forgot me!
I remind myself of a White rabbit from "Alice in wonderland".
Don't have time to watch all the Fashion Week's shows.
Don't have time to do my nails.
Don't have time to do my make up.
Don't have time to plan what to wear.
Don't have time to socialize.
Don't have time to remember.
Don't have time to clean my house (so i let the cats do all the dirty work including dusting).
Don't have time to think about the future because don't have time to sleep in the present.
I'm going to bed so late and getting up so early that sometimes I think i will meet myself in the hall...
Sounds familiar?
So, I've decided that French chic is my only solution.
No make up. Brave, hm? Stay thin (don't have time to eat).
Not healthy, OK. But I'm like ameba when it comes to eat and work. always feeling so sleepy after the meal.
Wear black, gray, man white shirts and jeans, and off course- flats or medium heels.
Leather jacket.
Lots of perfume.
Hair? Messy or messy bun.
Oh and the attitude!
That's the main thing!
While looking like "I don't care about anything", I'm really about "I don't have time for anything".
And I really, really, really enjoy the new me.
Feeling much more relaxed in all the chaos. Much more younger.
The thing is- maybe if you start to pretend like you don't care, you'll eventually stop to care?
Is it the true meaning of French chic?
Or is it just a new life philosophy?

Unrecognizable,
Your New Liar



Zaboravih da sam bloger.
Nemam vremena, nemam vremena.
Rodjena majka je zaboravila kako izgledam.
Beli zec "Alisa u zemlji cuda"- to sam ja.
Nemam vremena da odgledam sve revije sa Fashion Week-ova (ocaj!).
Nemam vremena da nalakiram nokte.
Nemam vremena da se sminkam.
Nemam vremena da razmislajm sta cu da obucem.
Nemam vremena da se vidim sa drugaricama.
Nemam vremena ni da se secam.
Nemam vremena da sredim stan, pa pustam da mi macke brisu prasinu.

Nemam vremena da mislim o buducnosti jer mi je isadasnjost vremenski tesna.
Lezem toliko kasno a ustajem tako rano, da ponekad imam utisak da sam se srela sama sa sobom u hodniku...
Zvuci poznato?
I tako odlucih da novu sebe proglasim French chic heroinom savremenog doba.
Nema sminke. Hrabro, a?
Ostati mrsav (i onako nemam vremena ljudski da jedem pa se jedanput dnevno nocu prezderem).
Nije zdravo, ok, ali sta cu kad mi se prispava kao jednocelijskom organizmu odmah posle jela.
I onda, crno, crno, crno, sivo, ogromantne muske bele kosulje, i naravno ravna obuca ili stikle "normalne visine". Nista platforme.
Kozna jakna.
Puno jakog parfema.
Kosa? Neuredno duga ili neuredna pundja.
Uh, a tek stav!
To mu dodje glavno!
Sky is the limit osecaj!
I dok izgledam drugima kao "ma briga me za sve", ja sam u stvari onaj beli zeko "nemam bre vremena nizasta".
I da priznam, uzasno uzivam u svemu!
Osecanje iskrene lezernosti i podmladjenosti.
Te tako postavih sebi pitanje- u kom tacno trenutku zaista prestanemo da se osecamo optereceno, dok se samo pravimo da je tako?
Nije li to mozda pravo znacenje French chic-a?
Ili je to zapravo nova filozofija zivota?

Neprepoznatljiv,
Vas novi Lazov










уторак, 07. јануар 2014.

Cats popularity

Cats are so huge in fashion now that I'm starting to worry for poor Mr. Lagerfeld. That clever little Choupette will take over his empire!  Hell look at me! I am/was a dog person! And I share my life with two devils. Lil' Miss Kitten and the Queen Milica! Trust me- cats are here to stay!
P.S. Big hug 4 my first hater! Introduce yourself gorgeous. I have something to tell you... You've made a huge mistake + you're messing with a wrong gal
Kisses,
a/the/an Liar itself
(circle the correct answer)

уторак, 24. децембар 2013.

My Christmas wishes for YOU

Well, it's THE time of the season, isn't it?
You're feeling excited, joyful, thrilled. The adrenaline is rushing trough your veins and you're prying that Santa didn't forget you this year.
Some of you might feel a bit sad, lonely and heart broken...
But don't worry.
It'll last only a few days.
You know, Christmas is only once in a year!
And in a blink of an eye, the Christmas magic will burst into dust and the Cinderella's, or Girls with the matches will became regular girls with every day's hectic schedule.
So don't worry if you haven't found your soul mate this year. Or that you didn't buy those pair of shoes. Or that you didn't loose the weight. Just pretend that THE day is made ONLY FOR YOU, so you can do the hell what you want with it!
So...My wishes for YOU this year will be:

  • Always stay true to yourself (even if the mountain is too high, it doesn't mean that you can't cross it or just change the location!).
  • Believe that no matter how great you did in the last year, Santa is a very, very, very old man and he might have a Dementia! 
  • You can buy those shoes next year hun! Didn't you see the new collections?!
  • And if you don't love yourself, is highly unlikable that someone else will do it instead of you, except for a dog! (Well, Ok, I love you!).
So enjoy whatever life gave you this days, and speak to you in about a week, for a next chapter of "New Year- New Resolutions"!

MERRY CHRISTMAS,
 Your Liar


I, bliži se ONO doba godine,a?
Neke od vas se osećaju onako uzbuđeno, kao pred prvi date kada se prelazi na "treću fazu". Neke su srećne. Neke, gotovo euforične. Adrenalin vam juri venama dok se molite bogu da vas Deda Mraz nije zaboravio (i) ove godine.
Neke se  pak, osećaju usmljeno, tužno, nevoljeno i napušteno slomljenog srca...
Ali bez brige.
Pa praznici traju samo nekoliko dana!
A i Božić je samo jedan dan u godini!
I dok trepnete okom,već ćete biti na staroj frenetičnoj traci života a silne Pepeljuge će opet postati "samo" poslovne devojke, dok će se Devojčice sa šibicama možda preobraziti u njihove nove šefice.
I nemojte se previše brinuti ukoliko niste naišle na "srodnu dušu" i ove godine. Ili što niste kupile BAŠ ONAJ PAR CIPELA. Ili ako niste smakle kilažu koliko ste želele. Ma samo shvatite da je ovaj dan napravljen BAŠ KAO ZA VAS i da u njemu možete da radite ama baš sve!
Pa stoga... moje praznične želje za VAS bi išle ovako:
  • Uvek budite načisto same sa sobom (ako je planina i bila previsoka da biste je prešle, možda ćete sledeće godine. Ili je jednostavno zamenite nekom drugom!)
  • Verujte da koliko god vi bile divne cele godine, deda Mraz je ipak mnogo, mnogo, mnogo mator čovek, i postoje ozbiljne indicije da je napatio neki oblik demencije.
  • Ma kupićete te cipele dogodine! A da li ste videle tek nove kolekcije?!
  • I ukoliko ne volite sebe same, ne postoji šansa da ća vas neko drugi voleti osim psa! (Dobro, ja vas volim!)
I tako vam od srca savetujem da uzivate u čemu god da možete, pa se čitamo za sledeću rekapitulaciju savesti iliti Novu Godinu!

SREĆAN KATOLIČKI BOŽIĆ,
Vaš Lažov











субота, 16. новембар 2013.

Kate Moss and cigarettes or "It's Cool & Gang"

Long time no write.
Well, life can be really odd sometimes...
This one is for the sake of pure charisma of Kate Moss and not celebrating the ciggies.
Well...
Missed you all!

Your Liar

Dugo ne pisah, ali život iznova poprima neke druge oblike.
Ovaj post slavi harizmu jedine Kate Moss, a nikako cigarete, fuj!
Well...
Nestojalo mi je ovo, i nedostajali ste mi VI!

Vaš Lažov