Forever 21 Antwerp

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let's put it this way:
for women: Divine and Paradise
for men: crap in the corner of the basement

also: there is a thing like cotton, use it some more.

on the other hand: Amazing building <3
and that's coming from a guy who doesn't give a single shit about architecture, go figure...

updating the nobodies

SO...
I started a Tumblr and a lookbook...
all of wich are no succes up to date xD
I will get the hang of it someday I suppose
The thing is that I don't shout everything I do from the rooftops
'cause that's simply not what I do.
It's also from fear of seeming to fake to others
wich is also not the point.
Not everything one does can be fabulous, and the fabulous things shold not be the only things to be blogged about, for you will become plastic in my opinion.

one fabulous thing happened: the Walter Van Beirendonck "Dream the world awake" exhibition at the Momu in Antwerp.
No pictures, forgot the camera (I must be the worst blogger in the universe xD)
but eitherway, just go. It's actually quite worth the visit, even if it's only for the amazing movie Nick Knight shot for the occasion.

So school starts soon, so it's possible this thing will become even more dead than it already is, or maybe not.

So, Cheers to the imaginative

With Love,

WEYNHEART

The creation of the boy with the lace parasol...

A while back, I started writing a story. It started out with a lace parasol I bought years ago. The idea of the story then started to form. In the end, it became a story formed by elements of my own life, friends's lives, and ideas that I formed over a year. All those elements are morphing in a fictional story. The writing process started only a couple of weeks ago, and everything I write is extremely rough and possibly a lot of grammatical mistakes, as English is not my native tongue. And good grades at school does not make you a genius in any language. So I apologize for any mistakes made in the process.

The point of this point is that I made a new blog for the story. This new blog will feature the story obviously, and next to that pictures, sketches and music related to the story. So if anyone ever reads this: enjoy.

http://petiteparasol.blogspot.com/

After Prague

Someone was whistling..
It was strange, for you don't expect this while stepping of the train.
I had been to Prague with the whole department to visit the PQ 2011. For six days I had been stuck with only girls and my frustrations and doubts about what was to come: the results from the exams.

Not that I minded the girls, we had fun. Neither did I mind the frustration and doubts, as anyone from the department had them, all unaware of any result.

Only the last night had been too much, with many drama and stress about getting to the airport in time. Yet, we had succeeded, all was good.
Prague had been amazing: the weather was warm, the food was good and there was art to see. I was pleased, happy even to have seen this great city.
But now it was over: entering the the grey and cold Belgium, the memories of the heat were already distant. It is really strange how fast things become fleeting, seemingly ages away in the past.

It was certainly odd when we stepped out of the train and heard someone whistling this unfamiliar happy tune. I said goodbye from my companion whose name I had forgotten a thousand times during the trip, put on my headphones and walked outside on the large, misty square, with Amatorski dancing in my ears.

I got to the busstation, and yet again I heard the unfamiliar, happy tune. Only now I could identify the source: an elderly man, waiting for the bus. I kept looking at him, wondering how he could be this happy. I think he noticed me as well, for he looked at me and then walked past me, a little bit too close. The oddity of the whole situation had escalated to me at this point. But before I could think any further, the bus was there. I stepped into the crowd, into the bus, and headed back to the gilded cage that I call home.

Results

I passed my first year...
the stress was hell, the waiting for results was simply terrorizing, but now it's here. With a calm heart, I can start the second year.
I told that I was going to Prague, which was awesome, but I'll post about that later.
Tomorrow I'll be gone again, following a course in costume design, so I keep working and being creative.
July has been a lazy month so far, I need to get back in action. I hope this course will set things in motion again.

For now, here are some pictures of the end results of the different projects.

 Costume design inspired by an artist

Bill Viola

 Dress

I wrote about this one a while back. There was supposed to be a movie, but it didn't work out, so in the end I decided to play with movement...

Fatpack

partially inspired by fertility goddesses and Nikki De Saint-Phalle

I'm BACK for the non-existing

I am BACK after a long absence because of school.
fact is, I can't work for school and successfully manage a blog together
so I quit the blog business for a while
but now I'm back
though no one is reading this
I will promote this blog during the holidays
I will post my schoolworks
I have a visit to Prague planned which will be covered...
there's some photo shoots planned in my head
hopefully my excitement will last
because with me, you'll never know
with all my heart,
WEYNHEART

Dear Japan...

My heart and thoughts are with you
I won't pray, for I don't believe in that
but, where ever I stand, I will think of your losses

I think all of my favorite bands are safe
but that's not all that matters

so be strong
be the proud country you always have been