Wednesday, 6 December 2017

A SHORT ODYSSEY


Medusa once had Charms; to gain her Love
A rival Crowd of envious Lovers strove.
They, who have seen her, own, they ne'er did trace
More moving Features in a sweeter Face.
Yet above all, her Length of Hair, they own,
In golden Ringlets wav'd, and graceful shone.
Her Neptune saw, and with such Beauties fir'd,
Resolv'd to compass, what his Soul desir'd.
In chaste Minerva's Fane, he, lustful, stay'd,
And seiz'd, and rifled the young, blushing Maid.
The bashful Goddess turn'd her Eyes away,
Nor durst such bold Impurity survey;
But on the ravish'd Virgin Vengeance takes,
Her shining Hair is chang'd to hissing Snakes.
These in her Aegis Pallas joys to bear,
The hissing Snakes her Foes more sure ensnare,
Than they did Lovers once, when shining Hair.

-Ovid, Metamorphoses, 800 CE



Thousands of years have passed since Medusa`s myth was brought to life. Crossing a myriad of stormy seas and desolate deserts, there is not a single corner of the world her story has not touched. Described as one of the most treacherous and venomous creatures in Greek mythology, her countenance gradually became the paragon of female maleficence, repulsion and seduction as time took its course. It was not until 1978 that Medusa`s mystical beauty and golden ringlets were restored. Inspired by the ancient legends and ruins of his homeland, Gianni Versace not only chose her as the face of his brand, but also sent her conquering the world with a new message: Epitomising strength, magnificence, power and splendour today, she may not be turning men into stone anymore, but enchants those who cross her path and dare to meet her glance. 

I had merely heard, yet never witnessed Medusa`s irresistibility with my own eyes; not until I fell victim to her charm this past August. Returning from an archaeological expedition that had taken place in the South of Italy, I was mindlessly sauntering the empty halls of Venice airport and reminiscing about the weeks I had spent excavating in the unforgiving heat of the Sirocco, when I noticed someone staring at me. Confused and hesitant, I turned around, only to find myself gasping at the sight of her golden radiance that contrasted Versace`s dimmed lights and darkened interior.  Gracefully adorning the front of a coal-black backpack, she did not say a word - of course - as I stepped closer to admire her, but I could sense what she would have asked of me had she been able to speak. Enchanted by her elegance and allure, I decided to release Medusa from her luxurious, crystalline prison. Grateful for her reclaimed freedom, she became my trusted travel companion as I continued my journey. Enthused by what the Greeks had described long before our time, we set off on our own little Odyssey and voyaged from Italy to England, from England to Switzerland and from Switzerland to Italy anew...until we reached the glistening, salty shores of Southern France. 


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*Wearing the Palazzo Nappa Leather Backpack from Versace Women`s Collection


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As always, thanks for reading and browsing,
à la prochaine,
 much love,

Hilary Fierce
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Sunday, 8 October 2017

FOR ONE OF THOSE DAYS





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We all know them, we all have them and - let`s face it: we all hate them; The sun could be shining in all of its splendour, the radio could be playing our favourite song...we could have even just bought a new pair of shoes, but all of this doesn`t matter, because it is one of those days when we are literally just not feeling it. Our energy levels are low despite our good night`s sleep, our coffees are spilled the moment we touch the cup, and our toast keeps burning on both sides, no matter how often and hard we try. 
This all wouldn`t be a big deal had we not lectures and meetings to attend, errands to run and expectations to meet. Having to leave the house and being forced to face 8 million Londoners and a bunch of lost tourists on a day like this is probably the last thing we`d like to do, but we know that there`s no way we could just curl up in bed and pretend life isn`t happening. It is, and it`s very much breathing down our neck.
Now, it is probably safe to argue that most people already hate the content of their wardrobe as it is (often transmitted through the classic I have nothing to wear / can I wear the same thing twice / does it even matter what I look like?) It therefore shouldn`t exactly come as a surprise that the level of desperation considerably increases the moment it hits us that we actually still need to get dressed. Due to Murphy`s Law, the only outfit we could have pictured ourselves wearing on one of those days is of course a.) in the wash, b.) broken or has c.) disappeared (because #shittyday #NeverEndingFailStory #cryingemoji.)
Getting dressed has all of a sudden become this overwhelming mystery we are not sure how to deal with. But desperate times call for desperate measures (especially when we`re supposed to hit the tube in less than 20 minutes (#OMG). Having gone through this scenario a few times myself, I came to realise that there is only one way to deal with those kinda days and that means: Be. Prepared. How? 
Well, firstly: Stop stressing. Or alternatively, stop caring: Embrace the fact that whatever you were gonna do on one of those is quite likely not going to work out anyway. This doesn`t necessarily imply that you should give up, by all means, keep going, but flip that switch that would normally make you go crazy because of it.
Secondly, make sure you have that one piece in your wardrobe that restores your self-confidence, your energy and your strength - if not psychologically, then at least physically. Store it in a special place and only dig it up in case of emergency.
And finally, wear it like an armour. Let it shield you from everything and everyone that is standing in your way. Give it a little moment and let it have its effects on you. And once you feel like the world could crash and you literally wouldn`t mind, you know you`re ready to leave the house and kick *ss. Go and try making that toast again if you`re feeling really sassy - you`ll quite likely still fail at it but you know what they say: There`s no harm in trying watching it burn. 


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***wearing my special piece `Berber Jewel Patch Leather Vest` by Kokon to Zai SS14 
 http://www.kokontozai.co.uk

in collaboration with the extraordinary Rebecca Maruzzi (@rebeccaxalison), Andrea Manuelli (@manniessss), Brigitte Ndou (@brigittephyper) and Tina Pham (@tinaa_ph)
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Thanks for browsing, as always much love, 
Hilary Fierce
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