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 Here are some published and unpublished pictures from one year Style Nouveau Blog.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glance of the gracious Spring; / The colors of hope to the valley cling, / And weak old Winter himself must shiver, / Withdrawn to the mountains, a crownless king: / Whence, ever retreating, he sends again / Impotent showers of sleet that darkle / In belts across the green o’ the plain.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.
Good old days, those twenties: short hair, shorter skirts, rebellious behaviour, cool parties. Wait, wait, I am not talking about my (everlasting…) twenties. I might come back to reflections about the gap between “calendar age” and “felt age” at a later time. I mean here the Roaring Twenties, that infamous era of Prohibition, of Charlie Chaplin, Duke Ellington, Josephine Baker and Louis Armstrong, Joan Crawford, Louise Brooks and the young Coco Chanel, feathers, layers of pearls and Art Deco, F Scott. Fitzgerald and his ” Great Gatsby”, Al Capone, illegal parties with loads of alcohol and Charleston in the so-called speakeasies. And yes, we women received our right to vote during that era.
In a “speakeasy” in Frankfurt wearing a Jil Sander top, Miu Miu chiffon skirt and Prada Mary Janes pumps; some ot the pearl necklaces are heirloom and some I have bought during several travels and in antiques markets.
Joan Crawford, American movie star in twenties look; picture downloaded by the Library of Congress (USA), acquired from the Bain Collection
Clara Bow, American silent movie star and style icon of the 20s; picture downloaded by the Library of Congress (USA), acquired from the Bain Collection
Sequined silk-chiffon top by Diane von Fürstenberg, forte_forte black pants, Avec Modération red slippers I bought in Milan, champagne glass by Vetrerie di Empoli, Griffe Montenapoleone, Milano
Maybe you remember one of my summer blog entries with pictures made at summer parties. It was an easy blog entry, easy like the summer. But even the melancholy winter brings a lot of celebrations, not less beautiful than the summer celebrations. They are just beautiful in another way. Here are some photos from various events over the past months.