Sunday, December 23, 2012

Lady Dior, Daily Dose of Inspiration.

Hello my dear Readers,  so I came across this documentary made by Dior not so long ago and wanted to share it with you, especially for those Dior addicts. There are 5 episodes here and they are very interesting I must say! Featuring French actress Marion Cotillard. she has been the face of Dior since 2009.

''The Lady Noire Affair, Lady Grey, Lady Blue, Lady Rouge, L.A DY Dior - since 2009, Marion Cotillard and the Lady Dior have shared top billing in five films shot by some of the biggest directors. Hollywood-level production values were utilized for works distributed uniquely online: a real first! Today, the house continues to innovate and the oscar-winning french actress is back, continuing her exploration of the world of Dior by visiting the ateliers and all the storied locations that comprise the House's singular history.'' - Dior.

Enjoy watching!

Episode 1.

Episode 2.

Episode 3.

Episode 4.

Episode 5.

Don't you just want to watch more? Unfortunately no more until they release the other 2 episodes!

Episode 6 and 7, Coming soon!

See you soon!
Frozen Vanity xox

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Ladies and Gentlemen.

Ladies and Gentlemen.
Hello everyone, It has been a while and I thought I would upload some new shots I have taken and of course I hope you like them.

Society has changed and women are gaining power and the suit is a symbol of power. No longer does soft and gentle exist solely in the realm of feminine. No longer does force and strength remain the property of masculine. My concept is masculinity in femininity and how in society it is perceived as crossing the boundaries and for others it is a way of expression. A slight gender reversal yet still keeping some aspect of femininity. The beauty of a woman is seen to die when she has an element of masculinity within her, the withering away of femininity. 

There are many factors that add to what we as individuals see as feminine or masculine. In some countries women in society now are generally free to dress the way they want, however not too long ago, a dress code for women was enforced quite naturally. Women were meant to look feminine; they were supposed to act feminine and be a woman, dresses, skirts, heels and fur coats and this ideology still remains in other parts of the world and have faded in some. Society has a big impact but so does religion. It is understandable why one would have specific views on women and men, because religion has told us what is a man, what is a woman, on top of what our parents and society has told us too. Some would consider a woman wearing masculine clothes is very normal, and some would consider it unacceptable.

One thing that I guess we all have in common is that we do tend to stereotype a woman that dresses masculine, as someone who could be gay or just has no feminine qualities within her. The question is…is it acceptable we think this way or are we wrong to think like this?
My take on this is that ever since we are little we have been told what a girl should look like, what a boy should look like and we take this to our adult life. A girl handed a Barbie or doll and covered in pink, a boy, given a toy car or action figure and covered in blue. It is quite bazaar to think, a piece of fabric categorizes us and puts us in different groups.

Our perceptions of masculinity and femininity are swayed by many factors that we have had no control over and also do have control over. My personal opinion on this subject is that I feel a woman should dress feminine and a man should dress masculine according to my definition of what I interoperate those words to be however mixing and matching is fine too. I have a fascination on mens wear so I incorporate it into my own style, still keeping an aspect of femininity too. But, that is just my personal opinion. 
There is no escape from stereotyping but what is crossing the boundaries in the way we dress to either be identified as masculine or feminine? Or is the boundary just imaginary?

See you soon!
Frozen Vanity xox

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Caged tongue.

 Hey everyone, here is a quick short post! Again sorry for not posting for while, silly blogger is playing up.

Caged tongue.

I put my tongue in a cage in fear of saying something in-congruent  I rationed my words, only speaking when necessary but my mouth filled with words that could not be spoken. I wanted to regurgitate every word that accumulated up in my stomach. My mouth crammed with disorderly letters, words, paragraphs, quotes, poems anything one can unravel from the alphabet. All unspoken.

If I cannot speak, I want to inject the passion I have for you into you, so maybe you can get a glimpse of what I feel for you.

My mind is getting too comfortable with calling you mine. My mouth is getting to comfortable with saying your name.
I am ready to speak. I am ready to declare what I have always wanted to say. I have thought of the words I will use in great detail.

Ah. Where is the key?

Oh. I have no recollection of where I placed the key.

My tongue will be caged forever and you will never know what I wanted to declare.

See you soon!
Frozen Vanity xox

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Sorry for not posting!

Hey everyone, so I literally haven't posted for 2 weeks but It's because I just found out why I couldn't post any more pictures up, I have somehow reached my photo limit and need to purchase more or something like that.

So I am working on that right now and will hopefully be back and running as usual!

See you soon
Frozen Vanity xox

Monday, November 19, 2012

The Tube.

Hey everyone,
Here are some random images I took while being on the tube in HK/China and something I wrote.

The Tube.


Midnight vision, heart drumming, Legs running.
I have nowhere to go but I am leaving again…far away from these wretched emotions that fill me up.


I am standing inside the tube now it is getting terribly busy the further I go into the lime light city. I look at everyone on the train wondering where they come from, who they miss, and what they are sorry for. I just want to know their story; I want to know what hurt them, who hurt them and how bad the damage is. I want to know who just had a fight, who just had the happiest day of their life, who is grieving and who is thriving. I want to know what is in the darkest corners of their minds, what is the deepest secret their hiding from the world, the memories that have been buried aside and never to be dug out, the heart ache that left them scarred. I want to know their story.

I want to know who they are texting… are they fighting? Are they planning a meet up for the very first time? Are they getting to know each other? Are they just asking to go buy some milk from the local shop? Are they declaring their love for the very first time… or the last?


I know, I know… I'm escaping from my own reality. Reality, an illusion. Escaping from one’s mind is impossible, yet here I am on a train to know where. Needing to know other humans tragedies to bury my own.

My face, a book of lost hope, my voice, an earthquake. I find a seat and sit down.


The door opens and more passengers get on now. Here I am in the depths of despair. Bitter thoughts accumulating in my mind. I force a smile. A euphemism.


My body in the present. My mind in the future. My mind a shredded novel, chewing gum stuck to a shoe, an agitated bee hive, a child’s drawing,tangled roots beneath soil, a never ending cage.


It is terribly busy now. Bodies colliding, faces merging into the humid windows.


So I sit here on this train, to unravel my mind only to find you hidden beneath it all. My mind is polluted and I cannot breath. I cannot escape.


So I dispelled my words on to paper.


If you want to read it without the image distraction, it is part of my 'Artificial memoirs page.'

See you soon everyone!
Frozen Vanity xox