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airport romance

натянутые аэроволны чувств

В последнее время постоянно посещаю мысли снять короткометражку про любовь, возникшую или потерявшуюся в зале ожидания аэропорта. есть даже два написанных рассказа - в качестве сценария. Итак, фото и текстовая подборка на тему - скоро будет и сам фильм, если, конечно, найдутся единомышленники. свои предложения отправляйте по адресу monkaistore@gmail.com

Lately've been reflecting on filming a movie about love, which has ended or maybe even started in the airport waiting lounge. here are some pics and 2 short stories which could actually become a script. guess we need some feedback on monkaistore@gmail.com

short story 1

Can you pretend that airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now and stop this enormous black night covered in lights as if it wants to resemble a satin evening gown decorated with strass from pressing on my wrists, arms, shoulders from choking my neck, my throat and my mouth, and itching in the back of my head, and in the depths of my dreams and memories, so I could jump straight on the very next plane on to the UK and not being stuck here in Amsterdam airport during this everlasting and exhausting night under the reign of the dark knight.

The iPad's battery is almost dead, and surprisingly I don't have any missed calls on my iPhone, as if no one cared where the hell could I be, but somehow it's not puzzling and not touching me in any imaginable way, as it always did before during these tiring February weeks of having quite an intimate relationship with my work; moreover it feels as if the time got glued to my cold coffee bun: espresso, no milk, double sugar, and no joy in these endless waiting seconds of stillness and long-awaited calmness in the middle of the country I've never seen aside from the ascending plane's aisles.

I've already talked to what seems like every saleswoman in the alcohol, perfume and jewelery department, made a few acquaintances, most of them useless, reread a poem's book I always hang around with and even bought some magazines about cars and then threw them away to the empty bin located on the far side of the waiting lounge, not mentioning finishing my today's work and even planning the whole upcoming weekend, and this schedule void started getting on my nerves, because I' m the kind of person who never wastes any time on sensitive affairs, like watching the planes take up and dissapear into the night's delightful embraces, like the time I wasted in her arms.

short story 2

“Can you pretend that the airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now”, trying to stop slightly trembling of slight embarrassment, after some time spending observing his moves and his gorgeous appearance, she finally taps this intriguing stranger on the shoulder.

“What kind of a wish”, he replies with a velvety timbre in his voice, on a border between hints of interest and slight boredom

“So that we could make these hours of waiting for our flights freeze”, her voice sounds as if in her early twenties she's still full of hope and belief in the power of damn thing pronounced l.o.v.e.

“ It's not freezing in hell”, he cuts the crap

“ I would have come here every day just to get to know people like you better”, she interrupts his upcoming reflections on being stuck in the middle of nowhere named Schiphol airport and takes him by his warm open hand.

“ I am not an interesting person”, he jumps on a sofa of the first bar they pass, half because he feels a bit uncomfortable holding her hand, half because he is actually uncomfortable because of the feelings he gets when holding her hand

“ Me neither”, she lies in return

“ I'm not seeing anyone”, he's back in the game

“ Great, whatever she says would not change anything anyway but somehow he arises his astonishing green eyes from his espresso-double sugar coffee bun and casts that caring and deep sight so she quickly changes the topic of this seamless talk, even their eyes could do better than their tongue muscles, - I quit drinking coffee”

“I quit drinking”, all of a sudden, even for him, he shares something with a girl he's known for what seems like an eternity, or eight minutes fifty seconds in fact.

“ So you are a good man”, she smiles and her lips move to her left ear and her eyes, they get warmer, as if her ice's melting in a 100 w microwave oven

“ Mum tells me I am”, he smiles back, so wide and so tenderly, and, like in slow motion, his smile falls of his face, gracefully, slowly, truly, and he looks back at her, not knowing what else to say

“Can I kiss you”, she knows perfectly well they do not have any time for any more personal questions about work, hobbies, families and favorite fragrances, as if they just couldn't have met anywhere aside the airport's waiting lounge

“ Of course, without the tongue”, - he finishes the last word on her creamy and pleasant lips

“ It felt like kissing a dead man”, - she doesn't say a word on the electricity which hit them both as their skin met

“ Did you ever...”, he got interrupted by his own flight's announcement

“You got to go”, her voice, now deadly serious

“ I know”, his, probably, too

“ Then, go”, she replies, after a long pause, stands up from the sofa and comes too close, as

if she wants to put her arms around his neck, and do not let go till he gives her the guarantees she always needed, so she could be sure he doesn't leave without saying a word

“Yeah”, - he steps back, casts a very attentive look, as if to remember her in every

single detail: her blonde hair, stuck in that silly ponytail, her gentle face with

strange brown lips, and her quite aggressive red skirt, probably worn because she dies for

attention, when sights, and turns to leave

“Call me”, she almost screams through this overcrowded airport halls to his gate, with all the people not paying attention to what seems like so important to her and to all what has previously happened in her life, moment

“ I will”, - for the last time this evening, he observes the endless sea of plane lights dancing in the night skies, not even using any wishes of making this moment last, and goes away, without taking her name and her number: guess that would be the best ending for their (not even started) love story.

по газам!

letsgetitstarted

Относительно ранним (особенно для тех, чей тяжелый субботний рабочий день закончился в воскресенье ночью) утром понедельника в атриуме Дома Книги прошла открывающая пресс-конференция «Авроры».

Comparably early (comparing to the ones whose hard work Saturday ended up on hard day's night on Sunday) Monday morning was dedicated to the Aurora Fashion Week press -conference.

iphone pics by sata

Не оправданные ожидания! Хотели как лучше, а получилось как всегда...



Все ярые фанаты моды мечтают заполучить сумку Louis Vuitton или пару туфель от Manolo Blahnik и вот марки масс маркет дают возможность прикоснуться к святому! Сотрудничая с известными людьми и знаменитыми на весь мир модными домами.



Так недавно Шведская компания H&M пригласила к разработке марку Lanvin. Колекция Lanvin for H&M поступит в продажу только с 23 ноября но слухи и комментарии об совместном сотрудничестве ходят разные. Просмотрев Look book я не отметил ничего особенного от того что делали H&M те же самые аляповатые платья в которых просто стыдно выходить из дома непонятный мне джерси и перемешка классики и Высокой моды сшитой за копьё из дешёвых материалов! Извините если мы хотим получить хорошую дизайнерскую качественную вещь то мы и должны отдать за неё круглую сумму ,а не пытаться с экономить и купить подешевле.

H&M так же сотрудничал с Sonia Rykiel -провальная коллекция с ядерными оранжевыми жёлтыми и коричневыми цветами . Бессмысленный трикотаж и вязаные свитера.
И с обувным королём Jimmy Choo - колекция настолько не понравилась потребителям что магазины изъяли полностью коллекцию из сети прекратив тем самым продажи. Вот вам и масс маркет . Посмотрим что ждёт Lanvin .

Кирилл Ушаков (GUCCI)

pictures of people taking pictures of people

all photos by sata

new crew

теперь мы банда!

новая коллекция j crew пролила свет на то, как должна выглядеть независящая от чужого мнения девушка в сезоне ss 10. уж больно подозрительно она напоминает героиню рассказа fashion tv (the last story I wrote for you). Чтобы не утомлять наших верных читателей, публикуем отрывки.

the new j crew collection has put a light on an independent girl's outfit in the new ss 10 season. somehow she reminds us of the main character of a once written story about fashion TV. here's just an extract, in order not to bore you any longer

Fashion TV is on. The whole apartment - walls,ceiling, table cloth - is clear white. It must be noon, since the sun is not casting any comforting shadows on the balcony seen from every corner of the room, - an empty balcony with some chairs on it — empty without his red swimming shorts and some white lingerie; when he left, he packed it into his bags as well, probably in order to cut all the needs to ever to come back.

I'm looking for a sign. Anything to make the thoughts of you spring back to my mind, like they always do, whether there is a need for a remedy or a drug. I'm a fatalist, myself, I believe in same old shit like destiny,overpowering love, and Fashion TV. Maybe that's why I'm still lying here, on piles of my designer clothes and second-hand jewelery he torn from the drawers while searching for his crap, in a hurry to get another dumb-ass blonde like me laid tonight.

I can tell by the Fashion TV if it's already a sundown, there is no need for a precise judgment on rosé and turquoise colors, now lighting up the apartment from the balcony; here, it's time for the reports from the European fashion weeks,the catwalks, the caviar, and some good techno shit as a background.Have you ever been to Paris? Are you ever coming back from the suburbs of your motherland? Are you ever leaving her?

oh holy night

весь этот мраз

В преддверии самой адской ночи гостеприимный Jet Set Sport Café распахнёт свои двери для всех, кто захочет максимально ответственно подготовиться к этому великому и ужасному празднику. С вас - отсутствие или присутствие маскарадного костюма, свежая кровь и чистая душа. И все это в обмен на бесплатную макияж-сессия, дьявольски вкусные коктейли и традиционную кухню на адском огне. Каждая сделка с дьяволом в вашем новом обличии будет запечатлена в колдовской книге Geometria.ru.

В этот вечер никто не уйдет без грима!

Начало в 21:00.

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