Tuesday, December 25, 2007

in loc de 'sarbatori fericite!"

Scurt text scris de catre unul dintre cei mai stralucitori latinoamericani din ultimii ani, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

> daca pentru o clipa Dumnezeu ar uita ca sunt o marioneta din carpa si mi-ar darui o bucatica de viata, probabil ca n-as spune tot ceea ce gandesc, insa in mod categoric as gandi tot ceea ce zic.

> as da valoare lucrurilor, dar nu pentru ce valoreaza, ci pentru ceea ce semnifica.

> as dormi mai putin, dar as visa mai mult, intelegand ca pentru fiecare minut in care inchidem ochii, pierdem saizeci de secunde de lumina. As merge cand ceilati se opresc, m-as trezi cand ceilalti dorm. As asculta cand ceilalti vorbesc si cat m-as bucura de o inghetata cu ciocolata!

> daca mi s-ar face cadou o bucatica de viata, m-as imbraca foarte modest, m-as intinde la soare, lasand la vederea tuturor nu numai corpul, ci si sufletul meu.

> daca as avea inima, as grava ura mea peste gheata si as astepta pana soarele rasare. As picta cu un vis al lui Van Gogh despre stele un poem al lui Benedetti, si un cantec al lui Serrat ar fi serenada pe care i-as oferi-o lunii. As uda cu lacrimile mele trandafirii, pentru a simti durerea spinilor si sarutul incarnat al petalelor...

> daca as avea o bucatica de viata... N-as lasa sa treaca nici o zi fara sa le spun oamenilor pe care ii iubesc, ca ii iubesc. As convinge pe fiecare femeie sau barbat spunandu-le ca sunt favoritii mei si as trai indragostit de dragoste.

> oamenilor le-as demonstra cat se insala crezand ca nu se mai indragostesc cand imbatranesc, nestiind ca imbatranesc cand nu se mai indragostesc! Unui copil i-as da aripi, dar l-as lasa sa invete sa zboare singur. Pe batrani i-as invata ca moartea nu vine cu batranetea, ci cu uitarea. Atatea lucruri am invatat de la voi, oamenii... Am invatat ca toata lumea vrea sa traiasca pe varful muntelui, insa fara sa bage de seama ca adevarata fericire rezida in felul de a-l escalada. Am invatat ca atunci cand un nou nascut strange cu pumnul lui micut, pentru prima oara, degetul parintelui, l-a acaparat pentru intotdeauna.

> am invatat ca um om are dreptul sa se uite in jos la altul, doar atunci cand ar trebui sa-l ajute sa se ridice. Sunt atatea lucruri pe care am putut sa le invat de la voi, dar nu cred ca mi-ar servi, deoarece atunci cand o sa fiu bagat in interiorul acelei cutii, inseamna ca in mod neferecit mor.

> spune intotdeauna ce simti si fa ceea ce gandesti. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea dormind, te-as imbratisa foarte strans si m-as ruga sa fiu pazitorul sufletului tau. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea iesind pe usa, ti-as da o imbratisare, un sarut si te-as chema inapoi sa-ti dau mai multe. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand voi auzi vocea ta, as inregistra fiecare dintre cuvintele tale pentru a le putea asculta o data si inca o data pana la infinit. Daca as stii ca acestea ar fi ultimele minute in care te-as vedea, as spune te iubesc si nu mi-as asuma, in mod prostesc, gandul ca deja stii.

> intotdeauna exista ziua de maine si viata ne da de fiecare data alta oportunitate pentru a face lucrurile bine, dar daca cumva gresesc si ziua de azi este tot ce ne ramane, mi-ar face placere sa-ti spun cat te iubesc, ca niciodata te voi uita.

> ziua de maine nu-i este asigurata nimanui, tanar sau batran. Azi poate sa fie ultima zi cand ii vezi pe cei pe care-i iubesti. De aceea, nu mai astepta, fa-o azi, intrucat daca ziua de maine nu va ajunge niciodata, in mod sigur vei regreta ziua cand nu ti-ai facut timp pentru un suras, o imbratisare, un sarut si ca ai fost prea ocupat ca sa le conferi o ultima dorinta. Sa-i mentii pe cei pe care-i iubesti aproape de tine, spune-le la ureche cat de multa nevoie ai de ei, iubeste-i si trateaza-i bine, ia-ti timp sa le spui imi pare rau, iarta-ma, te rog si toate cuvintele de dragoste pe care le stii.

> nimeni nu-si va aduce aminte de tine pentru gandurile tale secrete. Demonstreaza-le prietenilor tai cat de importanti sunt pentru tine."

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"A good conscience is a continual Christmas"
Benjamin Franklin


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

12 in oglinda

e al treilea party al prietenilor de la manki'n'stieb si probabil ultimul pe anul asta... zic ca nu strica sa ascultam un pic de breaks, asa de incalzire pentru perioada ce va urma :)

Monday, December 17, 2007

4 zile de usi deschise...

Am trecut si peste a 2-a iesire in public... Ne-am prezentat decent, lampile ne-au fost admirate mai ales de cei mici (vezi lampa cu nasturi si pe cea cu 4500 ace de siguranta :) si am avut bucuria de a intalni oameni interesati si interesanti (sculptori, arhitecti, designeri de obiect, prieteni, mame si tati :) Ce urmeaza? Incepem lucru la 'ghilotina', manufacturam in paralel cadouri de sarbatori, un afis pentru prietenii nostri de la manki'n'stieb, iar pana vineri cateva visuals rezistente la bituri alerte :)

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

naiveDesign goes live

Fashion East Fair se va desfasura in data de 8 decembrie 2007 in cadrul “La Scena”. Proiectul consta intr-o expozitie cu vanzare a produselor unicat fabricate de designeri romani.
Este un eveniment marca Fashion East cu sprijinul Amigo Chic.

In cadrul acestui eveniment vor fi invitati un hair stylist din Berlin, un Dj londonez si un make-up artist roman.

Monday, December 3, 2007

Already a habit?

okeey... it was quite a pleasant gathering that Friday in Frame, so it had to happen again :)) this time much organized, as we have time to prepare with everything, from visuals to shoes :))

see you all there, friends!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

playing DJ

well... yes, Friday night my boyfriend is one of the DJs :)) I'm very enthusiastic about this event, as I know he waited for some time to be able to bring his music outside private parties. I expect to pass us thought all stages of electronic beats from down tempo, for the warmers, to break beat for the downers (with their syndrome :)

here is the poster of the event. all rights reserved to Laura :)

Friday, November 9, 2007

step by shoe...

How often have you found yourself wearing the same model of shoes as at least a few other fashion victims? Maybe that’s when you feel you need to do something to get you out of the ordinary and help you get rid of the “mass production” tag. This is what we do these days...fight against “the standard, the ordinary and the humdrum”. Your steps can be guided by shoes brimming with ideas.

You can see bellow some of the pairs included in our first project - unfortunately they are all sold out. That doesn't mean we don't need your opinion or suggestion on these ones... :D





















See here our gallery on Flu.ro

For more work, just visit our on line case

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Bored of your oldies?
What we can also do for you is to bring out the good in your old shoes :) So, if you have some 'retro' shoes hidden in your closet, don't be afraid to bring them to us. Be sure we'll do our best to make them look fabulous again.

All you have to do is to drop us a few lines at krystynana@gmail.com or at waybeyondtoday@gmail.com.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Maruntisuri?

*articol scris cu ceva timp in urma

Traim in fiecare zi ca niste cartite? Parerea noastra despre cotidian este ca ne acapareaza simturile. Traim una si aceeasi zi. Trebuie sa mergem la serviciu. Azi e luni si incepem o alta saptamana de lucru. Anul asta ne facem revelionul in acelasi loc cu aceeasi oameni. Nimic important nu s-a intamplat in ultima luna din viata noastra. De ce? Este atat de simplu de gasit un raspuns la aceasta intrebare incat ma intreb de ce am asternut pe hartie un subiect atat de banal. Poate tocmai pentru a scapa de banal. De ce ne concentram pe lucrurile semnificative cand noi ne hranim in primul rand cu lucrurile marunte? Acele lucruri care trec de masca pe care o folosim in societate, si ajung direct in suflet… Vorbesc aici de cuvantul angelic rostit din gura copilului, de privirea iubitului cand iti spune nimicuri, de motanul care toarce in palmele tale, de bataia in usa a prietenilor, de frunzele verzi care stiu ca sunt eroinele toamnei, de bunica care impinge caruciorul viitorului, de oglindirea copacilor in apa lacului Floreasca, de linistea unei dupa-amiezi de duminica care umple lumea dintre mine si tine, de clipa care se consuma chiar acum … In asta consta maretia unei clipe traite cu sufletul… Oare constientizam cat de usor putem primi acest moment fericit in lumea noastra?

Nu ne trebuie timp pentru a o realiza, ci doar ochi pentru a putea privi in dreapta si in stanga. Nu gasesc absurd pasul oprit din drum pentru a lasa privirea sa zburde pe tavanul strazii. O sa va minunati cat de semnificativa va deveni clipa. Nu asteptati sa vi se desfaca siretul de la pantof pentru ca privirea sa va oblige sa vedeti din alt unghi ceea ce se afla in fata voastra de mult timp. Confortul il putem gasi pe bancuta aia parasita intr-un colt din parcul si mai parasit. Iar patul il putem transforma intr-un obiect de odihna, asa cum fotoliul poate reprezenta un foarte bun instrument social. Bineinteles ca el trebuie sa fie confortabil, dar mai confortabil este cuvantul adresat celui care a fost ales sa ocupe locul in inima ta.

Nu avem nevoie de bucatile de hartie care ne conduc pe sensul unic al vietii sociale. Un zambet este mult mai valoros decat inelul de o mie de karate de la Celini. O atingere este mai calduroasa decat noua colectie a Stellei. Mi-e sete de priviri zambitoare. Mi-e foame de oameni fericiti. Bine, recunosc, de oamenii pe care ii cunosc eu. Si stiu ca maruntisurile ii pot face sa zambeasca mai des. Nu vreau sa imi arate zambetul pentru a ma lasa sa-i privesc in suflet, dar mi-as dori sa ni-l impartasim pentru a zambi impreuna.

M-am hotarat sa imi concentrez atentia pe lucrurile care conteaza cu adevarat, pe maruntisurile care ma inconjoara si care imi fac viata altfel. Da, vreau sa fiu omul care construieste din nimicuri o viata. Una nuantata in cele mai vii culori ale realitatii. Sper ca voi reusi sa-mi pictez partea a doua a vietii si sa o inramez cu anii de lemn deja traiti. Gata, mi-am setat optiunea pe full color. Sa nu va prind ca mi-o schimbati pe sepia, ca nu va voi mai clipi niciodata!

Friday, August 10, 2007

About being perfect

Noboby is perfect. And yet we are looking for perfection. This desire follows us every day, it’s part of ourselves. We like to think we’ll find it eventually… We are exhausting, wrinkles appears, we are increasing our years and decreasing our height, but nevertheless we are not giving up, we keep going to find perfection…

We look around us and we judge. We are judging ourselves and we always come up to the conclusion that no one deserves the supreme statute of being perfect. But we mind the essential. We cannot judge anybody, for that we all make mistakes, and life puts us many times in front of facts telling us how far from perfection we are. We all make mistakes, more or less. And that helps us knowing ourselves better, and yes, getting even closer to people. Look around and you'll hear us talking how mean is Violet’s boss, how unfaithful Aurel is, how the house painter missed the color, how that blond business woman didn’t give enough tip, how fake is Andreea Marin, how grandma lives the present only through memories. How about you? I am sure you are at least as less perfect as I am. Why am I saying that? Because I know you cannot be perfect. I even don’t want you to be because otherwise I won’t won't feel good near you, as I'd be vulnerable and I wouldn’t find the comfort talking while having a glass of wine. I wouldn’t feet in your life. Could it be possible that the ones who think they are perfect isolate from society out of fear of being misunderstood? Where are they hiding? I wish to find them and yell at their faces they are as less perfect in their perfection as everybody else. Most probable I will never find them or perhaps they are everywhere around me wearing the mask of the less perfect ones thinking to themselves this is the way of finding perfection. Does this mean I should be the one to refugeate in her own world of less perfection human beings letting lived by it? Yet I won’t do that, I will go out there and I will make a fool of myself, I will swear and I will get drunk and I will show you how great it is to be less perfect. I will go to the linguists and I will ask them what is the meaning of the term more than perfect? We build words, even more we talk words. I would say just leave the facts do the talking of how far from perfect we are.

Let’s better think of how to bring a smile on a child face, how to tell a good word to our friend in need, how to show our loved ones a touch can heal, how to thank our moms they brought us here, how can we ease the day for that old lady staying in the corner with a bucket of flowers, or how to smell the nature while it breath us life. People can live with little but yet they are looking for too many things… And sadder is they know what feeds them is not looking for the absolute, but that small gesture brought by the dear one when all its being is looking for the warm of a SOUL…

No one is perfect. I am not perfect. I am an human being, for heaven’s sake. And I want to live in a less perfect world, trying to make my live worth leaving.

You and me

thought by thought, day by night, word by word







Mad about you

Hooverphonic - Mad about you

Feel the vibe, feel the terror, feel the pain

Its driving me insane
I cant fake
For God sakes why am i
Driving in the wrong lane
Trouble is my middle name
But in the end Im not too bad
Can someone tell me if its wrong to be so mad about you

Mad about you
Mad

Are you the fishy wine that will give me
A headache in the morning
Or just a dark blue land mine
Thatll explode without a decent warning
Give me all your true hate
And Ill translate it in our bed
Into never seen passion, never seen passion
That it why I am so mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you
Mad
Trouble is your middle name
But in the end youre not too bad
Can someone tell me if its wrong to be
So mad about you

Mad about you
Mad

Give me all your true hate
And Ill translate it in your bed
Into never seen passion
That is why I am so mad about you
Mad about you

Close my eyes forever

Ozzy Osbourne - Close My Eyes Forever

Baby i get so scared inside and i don't really understand
is it love that is on my mind or is it fantasy
Heaven, is in the palm of my hand and its waiting here for you
what am i supposed to do with a child of prejudy

If i close my eyes forever
would it all remain unchanged
if i close my eyes forever
would it all remain the same

Sometimes its hard to hold on so hard to hold on to all my

dreams
its not always what it seems when your face to face to me
like a dagger you stick me in the heart or taste the blood from
my blade
and when we're asleep would you shelter me in your warm and dark
grave

If i close my eyes forever
would it all remain unchanged
if i close my eyes forever
would it all remain the same

Will you ever take me

no i just can't take the pain
would you ever trust me
no i'll never feel the same

I know i've been so hard on you
i know i've told you lies
if i could have just one more wish
i would wipe the cobwebs from my eyes

If i close my eyes forever

would it all remain unchanged
if i close my eyes forever
would it all remain the same

Close your eyes
Close your eyes
you gotta close your eyes for me...

Looking too deep into the past can damage your future

dedicated to the other half of my soul