More and more pieces of street art are popping up all around Dublin at the moment. Particularly in the city centre, MURO Street Art‘s recent event left behind some wonderful works. While some on the corner of Greek Street have been sprayed over – *Boo!* – the bigger pieces are still available to see along the Luas lines near the Four Courts stop.
I love to see that they have painted these wonderful pieces on buildings that were falling into disrepair and making the area look quite derelict. Literally blank canvases!
What I don’t agree with it is the fact that these are being looked at as graffiti that needs to be painted over…
There are plenty of other spots around town to spy other creations. Some buildings in Templebar are quite colourful, and there are lots of other finds around town as seen by Ekaterina Smirnova here.
Street art certainly seems to be more of a growing trend (not just in Ireland, Athenian street art here ) as more boomtime purchase buildings are being left untended, with increasing demand for art space, but not much of anything in the way of support for aspiring artists..
I personally like it; I love to see all the various methods of expression. It also goes to show that you don’t need a massive budget to produce something special.
Last night’s Met Ball Gala was as always, a celebrity-packed affair. Held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the guests certainly made quite an effort. Some, however, took the punk theme a little more literally than others..!
I think that those that stuck closest to the theme unfortunately didn’t quite pull off their respective looks, and possibly just lacked a bit of imagination.
Miley Cyrus and Madonna were definitely top of the list in this regard!
What can I say? Miley looks like she has been waiting all her life to go to a punk party. The end result? She looks like a spoilt brat with a bad attitude.
Madonna looks like, well – where do I start? Ok, first of all kudos to any 54-year-old stepping out in an outfit like this – that takes cojones..! 🙂
Some of my favourite outfits had elements of punk, but kept their own personal and individual styles.
Love the slick of lipstick on Rooney Mara – makes the whole outfit so much more edgy. And that dress – wonderful.
I’m not usually a big fan of Kristen Stewart’s style, but this colour really works on her, and her androgynous look really helps her pull off this Stella McCartney jumpsuit.
Emmy Rossum has managed to punk up this whole ensemble with fantastic smoky-eye make-up and a great braided up-do, showing off her fantastic bone-structure in the process. Predicting great things for this girl.
Next up: a few honourable mentions go to a few who looked amazing – even if they “forgot” that there was a theme…
Emma Watson’s cut-out, cutaway black dress was just edgy enough, without going over the top. The simplicity of her hair and make-up ensured that she looked the essence of elegance.
Zooey Deschanel looked simply radiant. Veering away from her normally kooky look, this white one-shouldered design highlighted her pretty features and great figure perfectly.
Ashley Greene’s dress had a bit of a dress-up feel about it, but teamed with glossy locks, and incredibly slick make-up, it all just works quite well. The opulence of the gold-flake style waist really brings the dress bang up to date.
Last but certainly not least – her Honourable Fashionable Self – Sarah Jessica Parker once again quite certainly stole the show, and lets us all understand why she quite simply still remains a style icon years after SATC wrapped up.
On a recent trip to Greece for a wedding of two friends of ours, we spent an entire day wandering around the streets of Athens.
My husband lived in Athens for ten years, and as a result knows the city quite well, and would in many respects regard it as home.
Having been there myself several times, I too have come to love the city.
It’s hustle and bustle, the noisy comings and goings, the “ella malaka” to be heard everywhere over the sound of traffic – I had come to like this within an ancient city with so much to offer.
Leo and myself at the Acropolis in Athens back in 2010.
Our most recent trip both saddened and angered me.
I was sad to see this once proud city slipping to its knees, a shadow of its former self. The atmosphere in the city is tense – people who once walked with eyes firmly ahead, proud of their city and what it stood for, now walk with their heads down, eyes downcast on the ground. The city is much quieter than when I have been previously, everybody just seems to want to keep their head down and stay out of trouble. Yet there is a undertone in other parts of the city, where you feel a vague undercurrent of something much darker at work. People are angry, and a lot of that anger has materialised on walls, buildings, windows, billboards – any surface available – where the feelings of Athenians are expressed in the absence of any real presence of anybody listening to what they have to say.
The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.
If Adorno was right, then the artists of Athens will have to put in a good few extra hours.
My question is – does this freedom of expression help or hinder? Does a daube of paint expressing hatred of the police assist the people in getting on with their lives? Or is it simply inciting more bad feeling?
Some of the articulations are certainly beautiful, and created by genuine talent. Some messages however may be doing this city more harm than good.
I for one, hope that things will only get better for these wonderful, warm, funny and proud people, and certainly, sooner rather than later.
I’ll be the first to admit it – I have a sinful amount of clothes sitting in my closet, in my drawers, on shelves, on the floor.
Yet for some reason, every time I’m in town, I still find myself shopping.
Sometimes browsing, sometimes just having a look – but always on the lookout for THAT elusive piece of clothing that will spin my whole wardrobe on its head, and change everything. I will then be that fashionista. I will finally feel like the glamourous persona I have always wanted to be.
This, of course, is absolute codswallop. Codswallop is not a word I use lightly, or at all for that matter, as it’s a word that seems absolutely ridiculous to me, much like the mindset that we con ourselves into every time we traipse around the high street.
That blazer is going to completely transform all my trousers/skirts/dresses/t-shirts/blouses
Doubtful, my dear – if it did, it would be a snip for €90, and sure, wouldn’t we all have one!
This all came to mind for me today, as I led my fashion-conscious-yet-challenged younger brother around the shops, trying to dress him up to make the most of himself, whilst still trying to stay within his student budget. A tough job, but a cinch for a seasoned fashpert such as myself. As we walked around, I told him the old chestnuts of “don’t just buy those shoes just because they’re a bargain, because if you never wear them then they’re not such a bargain after all” and the other one: “decide what you’re looking for before you hit the shops”. In the meantime, I ended up buying two tops, a dress and a pair of trousers for myself. Which I did not need.
Where do we get this constant compulsion? Is it a female thing? Do the likes of Penneys, Matalan, Forever 21 actually know us better than we know ourselves? Is it the physical act of buying that gives us the adrenaline rush, or is that slinky top really the thing that keeps us going back?
The fact that I am probably subscribed to at least thirty fashion websites that send me daily updates on all of the bargains that I am missing probably isn’t helping any compulsions that may otherwise be content to lay dormant.
I really enjoyed myself today. Not because I went on a spree – it was only a little one… – but because I was helping others buy for themselves.
Which reminds me – I should be on commission in Zara, for the amount of business I’ve accummulated for them at this stage.
I will be starting a clearout this evening in my wardrobe.
Not a job that I relish – it’s one of my pet hates, and I feel so guilty every time for having let the state of it get so bad.
I will be rubbishing all that cannot be salvaged, donating what cannot be sold, and the small remainder shall go on eBay – one man’s rubbish is another man’s treasure and all that.
I shall also, forthwith*, be under a self-imposed clothes^ shopping ban.
I shall check and report any withdrawal symptoms – fever, shakes, etc.
Wish me luck.
Til next time, sayonara.
*For future reference, fancy words such as forthwith, show that I am at this moment, very determined to do as I say.
^ When I say clothes, I do have to remind myself that included in this ban are bags, shoes, accessories. Any loopholes and I’ll be back to square one.