"debuted" poems
Murva fashion collection introduced at Eco Fashion Week has been a life long process for Ivana Knezovic, Creative Director / Designer. This was not only the 29 year old Croatian designer's first collection, but also her first international performance.
She debuted her eco-friendly collection titled Rust & Flow on the runway at Eco Fashion Week in Vancouver, Canada. Her pieces are all made from eco-friendly wool flannel.
Ivana Knezovic made interesting use of symmetrical lines, and I admired the draping from the shoulders framing a dress low-cut in back. One dress had several parallel vertical cut lines on the backside.
Many of her tops had capes, hang from one shoulder or both, paired with slim pants or a skirt. A nice touch of dramatic flare as the models moved down the runaway.
“Fashion design was always in me,” say Ivana Knezovic. Having resided in New York, Toronto, and Switzerland, designing was something she always wanted to do. "Murva is the name of a tree in my village. My company represents a return to my roots, to who I am at my core."
"I like structure. I like hiding the body behind some kind of a structure," said the designer who makes all her own clothes and cosmetics. "Eco is a product of maturity and of wholeness that you can only achieve when you really and truly grow up."
As a designer, she told me that she strives for “pure minimalism,” yet her eco-fashion designs are made for a sophisticated, minimalistic, and determined woman.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
'Kabali' and 'Badlapur' actor Radhika Apte will be the show-stopper in the upcoming Lakme Fashion Week in the ‘Gulzar’ collections of a prominent Kolkata-based fashion designer.
“We have been working with Radhika since 'Majhi the Mountain Man' days (2015) and she will be flaunting our fabrics as show-stopper in India’s premier fashion show which is keenly followed by Bollywood," the well-known city-based woman fashion designer told media after a fashion show in a city hotel last Friday night.
The Lakme Fashion Week is a bi-annual fashion event with the summer-resort show taking place in April while the winter-festive show is held in August.
This year the winter-festive show will be held from August 24 to 28.
Radhika will be wearing bright-colored lehenga since the show will be focused on beautiful India, it’s colours and contours, choreographed with the poetry of nature by Amir Khusro, the designer said.
“It can also be termed our tribute to a great name like Gulzar saab who has brought our lyrics and poems to a new level,” the designer Saroj Jalan said.
The signature style of the designer, whose works adorn Bollywood actors like Radhika beside well known models Lisa Sharma and former Miss Universe India winner Ushoshi Sengupta, is delicate floral patterns along with the use of Zardozi and array of hand-woven tusser silk and velvet enhancing the experience of the garments and “we will project the same in the Lakme week where the accent is on ethnicity,” designer Saroj Jalan said.
Supermodel Ushoshi, having recently debuted in the Bengali film 'Egoler Chokh', said “Lakme show reflects the different tastes of all leading Indian fashion designers who are still rooted to Indian heritage.”Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
In brighter days she sought escape
A vowel yet to take shape
Reasons faint as loveless lips
Miserly her wicked grip
Common be the traveled road
Debuted was a fate forebode
Heavy though I did not shake
In brighter days she sought escape
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
A city is bombed but do not be alarmed,
for, there is a purpose…nay, a duty to disarm.
It’s easy to get caught in the leadership’s charm…
Even when there is unforgivable harm going on.
Just focus your eyes on the screen over here.
Of course with your ignorance, you’ll have to adhere...
By the off chance that the message comes off as unclear,
simply remember to keep the idea austere.
Don’t think about thinking,
not even an inkling!
Just keep sitting and blinking!
Let your mind keep on shrinking!
Remain in a daze for multiple days…
This way the polls can take time to assay
how long it should take to make the minds go astray,
so they can make their world into a perfect cliché.
It’s happening now, whether realized or not,
every joke and idea have no original thought.
The mind has become an oversized blot,
a place where creation will be immediately swat.
Just put your ideas in a brown paper bag,
you have to admit, they’re more of a nag.
Merely go outside and hang up your flag…
You’ll get a pat on the head and your tail will wag.
But think about a world where everything’s new…
A land where the virtues don’t construe as cuckoo.
Where the mind is reborn with every new dew,
and the corruption of masses has not yet debuted.
No, no, this reality cannot exist,
because, by the leaders, it would be ever so missed.
Unless by some miracle there happens a twist,
and the people of the world start to resist.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 9:09 PM UTC
Hearken the words that flow from my *****
Eager to meander through life’s great prison
Pouring out of my deepest self
Departing secrets once carefully beheld
Give ear to the words that flow like a river
Give a moment for this inspired deliverance
Literature so pure and true
Nakedness in all its glory debuted
Stripping bare these walls so high
With only a sentence that ignites the fire
Hear the cries that torture the soul
Feel the beauty that the soul beholds
See the rhymes transferred with love to paper
See the poet, an artist, a marvelous creator ,
Spare a glance this way and see
The artist trying to break free
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
~
Around the world I search for you
Before the sun does rise
Creating such a wondrous view
Debuted for my eyes
Each moment that I come to share
Facing towards the east
Grabbing hold of everything
However I may see
Insisting that you take my hand
Joining in the song
Knowing you will understand
Listening all along
Many times I want to cry
Nothing seems to ease
Others tend to wander by
Pretending to appease
Quietly I search for you
Reaching for a star
Stating but my point of view
Taking it too far
Understand the way I feel
Verify the lot
When will all of this be real
X does mark the spot
You alone do take my heart
Zero hour they say
In this poem you will find
I love you starts with A
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
Debit or credit...?
Questioning the credibility
Of this nuisance that debuted far ago
Forced upon me
Daily living becoming intolerable
Insufferable
If I wanted to suffer
I wouldn't need the card
Dress it up, make it special
Just remember:
We are the ones who made this life
Fully operational
Totally unacceptable
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC
Emmett looked at me like that
the first to do so in the year + 2 months
since I debuted the scar
Our paths literally crossed -
*I drew them later on a street map
with a big X where they eventually converged*
- on the turn of the stairs
between floors 3 - 4 at the mall
, the way he ran from those cops
lithe economy of gesture
so balletic in flight
that I thought about how
his hips might interfere with me
before I bothered to look at his face.
I just wish Emmett didn't have
swastikas in his eyes.
Mom, I met someone.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
❝ ❞
I was eighteen and he's twenty
When we both found ourselves happy
Together with no boundaries
Like all the things were free.
I was nineteen and he debuted.
He had a party and he's so happy.
We shared laughs
And that gave me guts.
I was twenty and he courted me
For the reason that he loves me
Of what I am and who I am.
We both wanted to hold each other's arms.
I was twenty two
And he stopped courting me
'Cause I already gave him
The ‘ Yes ’ that he deserves.
A years passed
We're still happy.
He brought me child
And treated him as ours.
I was twenty four
And he proved me more.
With our own family
Living peacefully.
I was twenty five
And a lady came
Shouting “ Where's my child? ”
That made my child cried.
“ You can't be a mother, b*tch! ”
She shouted and made me realized
“ Am I worth to be your mother, my child? ”
Or it's meant for me to live with these lies.
The truth that a gay like I
Can't give a lil life
Like a child I raised with all my might.
Is this what a gay's life?
Now, I'm thirty
Living alone and feel pity.
The guy I love left me
With those words and it kills me.
The child we raised
Is the the result of what he did.
The woman who came before
And the man I love the most
Is the parents of the child I love.
No one can hide the truth.
Yet truth *****
Not all but most.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC