NEW BLOG

hey darlings, as i warned i might, i've abandoned the heart blog and i've started a brand new one, so if you're interested come join me at:

xxx

live free

Tattered denim, dreamy lace, flowing tassels, feathers, beads... The free (fashion) spirit is in whilst the festival fever burns for a while longer. All this drooling over Nasty Gal has me wondering when my own spirit forgot the meaning of freedom. Probably the day it learnt the words "library" and "office." Sigh. Maybe at least dressing with freedom in mind will help nurse its clipped wings.
Click here for the full photo shoot (and maybe even like the Facebook page - if you do actually like it, that is).

Click here for the full photo shoot (and maybe even like the Facebook page - if you do actually like it, that is).


Models: Katerina.B & Misa.D
Photographer: Eliska.H

best of friends

I still remember the first time I saw her, twelve years old, hiding in the depths of an oversized hoodie, nervous as our Year 8 teacher guided her into the light of the class' young judgmental eyes. Her eyes skirted the room until they locked on mine and I was a little taken aback when she shot me that full-blown, million-dollar California smile. She reminded me of a chipmunk - so slight and adorable, that button nose, seemingly shy but with some ambiguous air of mischief about her... I don't remember our first conversation, but K and I were inseparable from that day forward.

A month or so later, just before her thirteenth birthday, we were sitting at lunch munching on our sandwiches when a friend turned to her and asked, "So, are you guys, like, best friends now?" Curious, my eyes shifted toward K. Back then, the question was on par in seriousness with asking a couple if they were getting married. But K just scoffed and said "Yeaaah" in an almost irritated way, as if it was stupid to even ask, as if there was nothing more obvious. I smirked to myself in quiet satisfaction.

She only stayed a semester, and that was the longest we'd ever been in one country at the same time. K whizzed off back to California, leaving me in the Czech Republic feeling alone. But those six months of trouble-making, of childish games and fantastic adventures sealed a friendship that even the distance and time that has since separated us could never touch. We try to see each other annually, which is no easy task on a student budget - but she's here now, for the first time in three years, twenty years old and looking more beautiful than ever. See for yourselves...

[model: Katerina.B, photographer: Eliska.H]

new year's resolutions

[shorts from a boutique in Vietnam, DIY from H&M men's shirt, flip-flops from Croatia, sunglasses from H&M, gifted bag with DIY lace]

I know what you're thinking. It's july for Christ's sake. Either she's five months too early or seven months too late. Either way, she's confused. All I can say is let me enjoy my last two remaining years of studenthood and insist that a year ends in the summer and starts in fall. And it wouldn't be right if one year turned into the next without some fleeting hope for improvement, some vows of change.

Admittedly change is the last thing I need to hope for, as - Ladies and Gentlemen - i am moving to France come September. What with all the novelty of a year in a foreign town studying Law in French (HELP!), my New Year's Resolutions are directed at this cyber life of mine. I briefly contemplated starting afresh with an entirely new blog (an idea that I have not yet entirely abandoned), but decided to give the poor, neglected Heart Blog another chance in the end... So here are my New Year's Resolutions, a blogging manifesto effective immediately:

1. Regular posting. Isn't this the downfall of every initially keen blogger? One starts off so well and then real life gets in the way. Well, away real life! I plan to blog my heart out.

2. Writing. So far, The Heart Blog has primarily been a visual melange of n'importe quoi. Strangely enough, though, I have recently discovered an unfamiliar urge to write, to express ideas, to tell stories... I suppose it's an experiment (for both me and you) because, excluding essays on various aspects of the Law, I have never been much of a writer. You guessed right - I'm asking you to bear with me.

3. Photography. There are few instances when I feel more myself than with a camera in hand. The familiar curves of my petit Nikon (a baby amongst DSLRs) comfort me to no end and I hope a year away from the F1 speed of Cambridge life will allow for some good old Eliska+Nik bonding time... If, by chance, you happen to be curious as to what that bonding time has resulted in in the past, please do check out my website>>>

4. Diverse content. Whilst I'd still like The Heart Blog to remain photograph-heavy, there are so many things I want to sare with you. My head feels a little crowded in any case - I reckon sharing the load with The Blog couldn't hurt. To emphasise my seriousness on this point, here's what I've had on replay for the past few days (weeks?):

5. Involvement. I frequent many of your blogs, and yet my somewhat sporadic posting has resulted in only minor engagement in the blogging community itself. But hey, this is all about to change.

To this, Ladies and Gents, you may hold me accountable.

P.S. I've introduced capital letters into my (oh-so-exciting) blogging life. Quelle novelty.

one year

with my knight, my one and only♥


jeden rok s mým rytířem, mým jediným♥

say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime

just say the word and i will follow you.

(phantom of the opera overload)

decadence

 les boys

 the team

 the ball setting

 rizzle kicks!

 ♥

mexican moustache lads

 glamazoning whilst waiting for cocktails

kelis

going to a ball with your knight in shining armour (or black tie) - is that not what every girl wants? what about two balls in just a few days? ah, who doesn't love cambridge may week (which takes place in june, naturally). a grand celebration of the end of lord only knows how many sunlight-deprived days spent in the library. a wonderful start to the summer break to all♥
ples po boku svého rytířem ve stříbrném brnění (či ve smokinku) - není to přání každé holky? a co dva plesy za sebou? ach, kdo nemiluje cambridgský "may week" - velkolepá oslava konce bůhví kolika dnů bez slunečního světla strávených v knihovně. přeji všem krásné prázdniny♥

cambridge♥
[coral dress : rare  |  leather/purple dress : ark  |  heels : kurt geiger]

freedom is mine

three torturous weeks of exams are finally over and i am done with my second year at cambridge. i do apologise for my absence, but i cannot even begin to describe the intensity of exam term here - you find yourself reduced to a hermit-like existence, being able to count the minutes spent outside of a library on your fingers, living off anything that can be cooked and eaten in under five minutes and catching yourself lecturing stray cats on the constitutional foundations of judicial review. 

anyway. in rediscovering freedom, i shall attempt to reintroduce (or maybe just introduce) regularity to the heart blog again. i'm contemplating its makeover and all. do stay tuned, and i wish happy freedom on all those students who are done with finals. those who aren't, hang in there!♥

tři bolestivé týdny zkoušek jsou konečně za mnou, a též je můj druhý rok na cambridgi. omlouvám se za zanedbávábí blogu, ale intenzita zdejšího zkouškového období se nedá ani popsat. už ani nevím, jak vypadá vnějšek knihovny, jak chutná cokoliv, čehož příprava a požití trvá déle než pět minut, a jednou jsem se dokonce přistihla vysvětlovat ústavní základy britského práva zaběhlé kočce.

každopádně plánuji znovu začít (nebo spíš jen začít) psát články pravidelně. přemýšlím o plném předělání blogu... přeji všem, kteří také právě dodělali zkoušky, šťastný požitek svobody!♥


[these are unfortunately not my photos. sources: electric, tfs]

emporio armani x elliott landy

 it was a happy moment when i opened my inbox to discover an invitation to an exclusive preview of an exhibition of Elliott Landy's photos (entitled Icons from Woodstock) hosted by Emporio Armani in Manchester. a 4-hour journey and a few train debacles later, i was at the polished threshold of the ultra-modern Armani store in Spinningfields, cocktail and canapes in hand, for what proved to be an evening of new friends, great clothes and stunning photography.

 the Emporio Armani bar. i wonder if this is a permanent fixture at the back of the store?

 spying on some glamorous heels. oh sneaky me.

absolute favourite.

skipping off into the sunset with one sweet-smelling goodie bag. i am now an Armani perfume convert.

about the exhibition:

From 1967 to 1969 Elliott Landy, an American artist and photographer, captured a number of soon to be iconic rock and roll stars such as Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Eric Clapton and Van Morrison. His creative use of infrared film created some brilliantly colourful images that then went on to be used on record and magazine covers. The exhibition pays homage to an era that marked a great moment in the history of popular music and American culture.

the exhibition is on at the Armani store until MONDAY 7 MAY, after which it will be moving to Milan, so i'd absolutely recommend going if you're up north!

also thank you so much to Elizabeth at Armani for inviting me, i had an incredible time and it was so lovely meeting you.

♥

we were two kids, just tryin' to get out

livin' on the dark side of the american dream♥

more manchester fashion week mania

wearing: h&m top, blazer and pants, zara bag, new look shoes, topshop jewelry and sunglasses. the very high street me. oh, and one of the manchester fashion week goodie bags.

j looking swish in a topman blazer, shirt and tie, and documenting the events of the day on film.

super sleek vivienne westwood reps (left) and lucy and aya (right), who flew in form dubai earlier that day.

we had a blast with these uber stylish lovelies.

so much love for the street style and the incredible people we met

treats, goodie bags and breaking out the bubbly

ruth and jonathan, the masterminds behind manchester fashion week.

♥