Have you ever heard about the Diggers? Looking through the pictures I had chosen for this blog entry, this name from the history lessons at school came suddenly into my mind. The Diggers tried to reform the existing social order in England around 1650 with an agrarian lifestyle based on their ideas for the creation of small egalitarian rural communities.
Not that I do cherish any agrarian-socialist utopian dreams, but – like any metropolitan – now and then I do feel the urge to spend a few days of simple life in the village, without the beloved high heels, the hectic lunch dates, the exhibition openings, the cocktails ….
I have dedicated this blogpost to those days I spent in villages. They let me breathe freely again, take my mind off things and remind me of old times when in my ex-communist homeland Albania voluntary work of city dweller in agriculture was even obligatory.
Let’s talk about men….. Well, most of the men topics have been comprehensively treated by Carrie and Co. in “Sex and the City” as well as by Hannah and her friends in “Girls”… Here, I just wanted to write down some reflections about men’s style.
June 2014, Florence, Octagonal Hall at Pitti Uomo, wearing a top by Ann Demeulenmeester, skirt by Stella McCartney and Lanvin sandals
From the skyline view of Frankfurt up to the ancient stone-flagged road of my ancestors village in South Albania… . A year has passed since I am writing posts in this blog, trying to transmit my vision of style as a holistic approach to life. As Giorgio Armani has said it: “Lo stile è gusto e cultura.” (Style is taste and culture).
May 2014, Iphone pic before a literature event on the 28th floor of OpernTurm Frankfurt wearing a Jil Sander dress, Prada sandals and a Marc Jacobs bag
Vuno, Albanian Riviera, September 2013 (see blog entry The Call of the Ancestors)
The headline in English and German was “Law and Fashion” and it was the first post by Style Nouveau Blog on June 18th, 2013. As an autobiographical post I could have also headlined it “About Jonela” or rather “Dr. Jonela Hoxhaj or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Confessed to Fashion”;-) That first blog entry was as long as probably only a mad-for-fashion-lawyer could manage…. . It was followed by several other posts about personal style, travel, art and other life style themes, garnished with a bit of history, literature, love of my native country, with a wink here and there.
The year went by in a flash; so it is time to celebrate the first anniversary. Here are some published and unpublished pictures from one year Style Nouveau Blog. Since there were many favourites in the “archives”, I decided to publish two anniversary blog posts. As they say: Two are better than one….. .
March 2014, before a dinner at Schlosshotel Kronberg wearing a Versus dress from The Outnet.com, Semilla high heels from Luisaviaroma Firenze, vintage Christian Lacroix clutch
That was the headline the editorial team of the Albanian magazine “Elegance” chose for an interview with me in its May issue. The headline was a very nice surprise as I only learned about it when the magazine came out on May 13th. Here the interview in Albanian illustrated with pictures from the blog posts of the last months. A translation will follow soon.
Thank you so much “Elegance”!
Yes, I do know the title sounds like an enumeration of terms which do not have a lot in common. Or do they? First of all here comes a picture. It is often the first hint for solving a riddle.
It is spring! What can better describe spring feelings as Goethe’s famous scene from “Faust”:
“Released from ice are brook and river / By the quickening glance of the gracious Spring; / The colors of hope to the valley cling, / And weak old Winter himself must shiver, / Withdrawn to the mountains, a crownless king: / Whence, ever retreating, he sends again / Impotent showers of sleet that darkle / In belts across the green o’ the plain. / But the sun will permit no white to sparkle; / [...] / Yonder afar, from the hill-paths blinking, / Their clothes are colors that softly gleam. / I hear the noise of the village, even; / Here is the People’s proper Heaven; / Here high and low contented see! / Here I am Man,— dare man to be!” (Faust, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, translated by Bayard Taylor, available online here)
On the international Womens Day (8th March) in Frankfurt, wearing a Cos sweater and a skirt by Margiela for H & M, sunglasses by Dior
I saw the Lady, who erewhile appeared / Veiled underneath the angelic festival, /Direct her eyes to me across the river. / Although the veil, that from her head descended, / Encircled with the foliage of Minerva, / Did not permit her to appear distinctly, / In attitude still royally majestic / Continued she, like unto one who speaks, / And keeps his warmest utterance in reserve: / ”Look at me well; in sooth I’m Beatrice! / How didst thou deign to come unto the Mountain? /
Didst thou not know that man is happy here?” (Alighieri, Dante, The Divine Comedy, Purgatorio, Canto XXX, translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1867, available online here)
This year, spring came forward earlier than usual in Germany. As a Southern child, I can not look forward enough about it. I rejoiced that in the city I now call my second home a Spring Ball was held again after many many years.