art project – two

Ich möchte wieder so ein
bisschen Kind sein

Wieder unbeschwert durch
die Gegend laufen können

Will mir nicht die Worte
anhören

All das, was die anderen
so einfach sagen

Ich möchte wieder so ein
bisschen Kind sein

Wieder atmen können und
schreien

Will vieles nicht sehen
können

All das, worüber die
anderen morgen wieder reden werden

Dabei war ich doch diejenige
Die früher immer so
erwachsen sein wollte

Und kein Kind mehr sein

Ich will so vieles nicht
mehr hören

Früher war es so einfach
Ich hielt die Hände an
meine Ohren

Und hörte nichts mehr, es
war so leicht

Jetzt, jetzt muss ich
alles hören

Kann auch nicht mehr die
Augen verschließen

So wie ich es früher
gemacht hab

Hätte mir das doch nur
jemand gesagt,

ja dann, dann hätte ich
einen Plan gehabt,

dann, da bin ich mir
sicher, dann wäre alles

wirklich alles, anders  

Ich will wieder so ein
bisschen Kind sein

So unbeschwert durch die
Gegend laufen können

Will nicht die Worte hören

I wrote these words almost exactly three years ago. Back then, I had sometimes these philosophical thoughts which didn’t let me fall asleep. Instead, I often took the time to write my thoughts down, sometimes digital and sometimes on paper. While getting through old documents on my laptop, I found some of these notes again. No idea what my intention behind these words was, I’m not even sure I had some intentions while writing it. During these sleepless nights, a thousand of ideas were buzzing around in my mind. I liked the messy way of how letters kept forming themselves into words, pouring down on the paper. There were no rules, no advice given to me. Just myself lying in bed, holding a pen in my hand and thinking about how big and endless this world seems to me.
Today, these nights are rarely happening anymore. But the words haven’t stopped floating down my mind.

[may I introduce: Edina, a dear friend and classmate of mine. This was the same art project which I told you about already in the last post, but this picture is definitely one of my favorite ones. You might recognize the tribute to Frida Kahlo.]

art project – one

I wanted to publish these pictures sooner, actually directly after we shot them in November/December, but I never found an intro, something to say about it. I still don’t know how to start, but well, a little bit of explaining won’t hurt. We did the most interesting project in our art class in my opinion this year. The task was to create citates of (more or less) known pictures and to add somehow our own “messages” to it. I found this amazing collage of portraits of Meryl Streep, shot by Annie Leibovitz, somewhere at pinterest when I looked for inspiration. I think everybody is free to interpret these pictures by themselves, but I was so happy with the outcome of this project that I simply wanted to show them here on the blog too. Maybe you also recognize Monika, we did shoot some pictures before. I think I’m also going to make a second blogpost about this art project with pictures from other classmates of mine.




Happy Birthday / Merry Christmas / Happy New Year

Lots of events were happening in the last few weeks. First of all, I celebrated my 18th birthday with family and friends. It’s actually quite awesome to finally turn 18, but at the same time I feel there’s no difference to when I was 17. Personally, I still think I’m 16, so from now on I’ve to really start thinking if someones asks me after my age. But otherwise it’s of course nice to be “officially” responsible for myself.
My classmates gave me the probably greatest gift ever: an instax mini 8! They’re simply the best and it feels truly unreal to be seperated from them after we’ll graduate this year. They are amazing people and it feels so good to be surrounded by people you can trust and have fun with. Some of my friends came to my place a couple of days ago to celebrate once more and, as it’s almost a ‘must do’ for a girls night, we watched all High School Musical movies and stayed up until 6am…

The last few weeks before we went on christmas holidays were exhausting as always – finding presents, sending letters away, learning for tests and so on. These holidays were extremly needed in order to relax and to get new energy for the next couple of challenges which are waiting. Something that always fills me up with energy too, is thinking about my time in Sweden and talking to all the lovely people I’ve met there. Such as my fantastic hostfamily. We finally managed to talk on Skype again after we last saw each other in the summer. All of them sat in front of their laptop, even some of their grandchildren were there. They’re so kind and I’m beyond grateful to be able to call them my second family.
Besides that, I celebrated christmas with my family and for the first time also with our little boy from Afghanistan who lives with us since about half a year. Certainly it’s different to when we it was just our three-person-household, but it’s cool to have a little brother also. 🙂 New Years Eve spent the whole family together at my uncle’s and his wife place, just a super relaxed night to welcome the new year. Can you believe we already write the year 2017? I will never get used to how fast time runs.

The one week which is left before school starts again will probably be a comfy ‘staying at home and re-watching my favorite series’-week. SKAM is a norwegian series and probably the best produced series I’ve ever seen. The storyline is just extremely well made and I’m simply in love with it. Thanks at this point to my friend Jonna from Sweden who recommended it to me, it made me cry and laugh so hard!

I hope you all had a great start into the new year and that you are as excited as I am to see which adventures will wait for us in 2017. There’s for sure an exciting year ahead of us.


do it yourself — gift guide

Christmas is around the corner and so is the hectic time of buying presents. Why don’t you try to make some presents by yourself instead of running around in the city? I’m sure that selfmade gifts are a lot more esteemed nowadays, because the person who’s the gift is for will know that you’ve spend time and love on it. Down below you can find my top five do it yourself gifts for your beloved ones. Each of them is easy to make and very flexible in how you choose to design it to add a personal touch. Happy crafting! 🙂

↪ for book lovers

↪ for plant lovers

↪ for the special ones

↪ for interior lovers

↪ for jewelry lovers

BECAUSE IT MATTERS

Es sind wohl solche Schlagwörter, die Aufmerksamkeit wecken.
Wahrscheinlich sind es gerade diese Wörter, die eine blitzschnelle Reaktion
erfordern. Hinhören? Weghören? Diese Frage stellte sich mir nicht, als wir –
stimmungsgerecht begleitet von kaltem Nieselregen – aus dem Bus steigen. Ich
frage mich, ob es an diesem Ort sonnige Tage gibt. Wolkenlose Stunden. Es würde
sich wahrscheinlich falsch anfühlen, an einem Tag unter blitzblauem Himmel Geschichten
wie jene zu hören. Da war diese Frau, sie wohnte mit ihrer Familie nur einige
Meter vom Steinbruch entfernt. Der Geschichtenerzähler mit brauner Aktentasche
und ein paar wenigen Falten auf der Stirn las die Anzeige vor, die sie damals
an die Polizeidienststelle verfasste. Sie schrieb von „unzumutbarem Lärm“ den
man ihr, einer betagten, gebrechlichen Frau, nicht zumuten könne. Sie schrieb
von ihrem Wunsch einer Mauer, damit sie es nicht mitansehen müsse. Unverständnis.
Pures Unverständnis empfinde ich. „Egoistisch“, „auf den eigenen Vorteil
bedacht“, schoss mir durch den Kopf.
Diese Schlagwörter, auf welche ich bereits die ganze Zeit angespielt
habe, heißen „Konzentrationslager“. Heißen „Mauthausen“. Während der
Geschichtenerzähler weiter und weiter erzählt, beschreibt, anregt, versuche ich
zu verstehen. Zum Beispiel diese Frau. Oder diesen Bauern, der ebenfalls unweit
des Lagers wohnte und einzig seine eigenen Vorteile im Blick hatte. Oder all
diese Menschen, die bei einem Fußballspiel jubelten während dahinter hunderte
Gefangene einem grausamen Tod in die Augen schauten. Die Zahl wurde am Vortag
festgelegt.
Sechshundertdreiundsechzig. Minus sechshundert. Eins, zwei, drei, vier,
fünf… dreiundsechzig. Dieser Wille, dieses Klammern an eine Hoffnung, die
eigentlich nur mehr in der Fantasie existiert, erstaunt mich am Allermeisten. Ich
versuche, zu verstehen und bin doch kläglich daran gescheitert. Ich versuche,
mich hineinzuversetzen, in das Gefühl der Enge, der Angst, der Ungewissheit.
Und scheitere. In diesen Momenten ist alles so nah und doch bin ich so weit weg
von all diesen Schicksalen. Es sollte mir doch nahe gehen, denke ich, während
wir in dem Waschraum, in welchem die Häftlinge kahl geschoren wurden, stehen.
Das Einzige, was mich in diesem Moment bewegt, ist pures Unverständnis. Es
begleitet mich die ganze Zeit. Jeden einzelnen Schritt, den ich auf diesem
Platz mache, fühlt sich an wie Trampeln. An einem Ort, an dem ich durch Schreie
meiner Hilflosigkeit Ausdruck verleihen möchte, ist alles von ehrfürchtiger
Stille geprägt.
Die tausend weißen Buchstaben auf schwarzem Boden ergeben Namen. Hinter
jedem dieser Namen steckt eine Identität, eine Geschichte. Mein Blick fällt
immer wieder auf einzelne Namen und wieder komme ich der Versuchung nahe, in
meinen Gedanken ein Kopfkino spielen zu lassen. Als ich es verdrängen will,
mischen sich viele Gedanken dazu. War es genau diese Verdrängung einer wahren
Vorstellung, die viele Beteiligte dazu verleitet hat, narzisstisch zu handeln?
Der wohl beste Satz fällt am Ende, vor den offenen Toren einer
geschlossenen Geschichte. „Die Beschäftigung mit der Vergangenheit gibt uns die
Macht, unsere Zukunft beeinflussen zu können.”
ad: Ein gutes Jahr ist es her, dass ich mit meiner Klasse Mauthausen besucht habe. Damals schrieb ich auch diesen Text für den Geschichte Unterricht. Er erschien mir immer zu trist, um ihn auf meinem Blog zu veröffentlichen. Dieser Tage kam er mir allerdings wieder ins Gedächtnis. Heute ist der zweite Adventsonntag und Wahltag für Österreich. Es erschien mir passend, diesen Text heute online zu stellen. Denn sich an die Vergangenheit zu erinnern, ist kein Übel, sich an die Vergangenheit zu klammern, jedoch schon.

what an awesome night

Wow! What an awesome night it was. A week ago, it was finally time for my austrian prom. Together with my classmates, we celebrated an unforgettable night. The day began quite early – waking up on a Saturday morning at 7am isn’t what I’m used to. 😉 But me and my friend Laura, who also is on some of the pictures, had an appointment at the hairstylist already at 8am. My hair was done within half an hour, but Laura’s seemed to be more complex to style, as there were three hairstylists working on her hair. In the end, we were both very happy. We arrived at the event location at 10am, helping to decorate everything and do our final rehearsel. Everything was ready as we were forming a lane to welcome all of the guests. It was really beautiful to see everybody beeing happy and satisfied, since it was a bit stressful to plan the whole, big event all by ourselves. But everything worked out as planned. At midnight, it’s a tradition in Austria to do a so called “midnight show” were every class perform some kind of show to end the “offical” part and start partying. Since our motto was “Memories – Made in the 90’s” we decided to make a choreography to some songs from the 90’s. Me and my friends danced for example to Britney Spears “Hit me baby one more time” – take a look at our outfits below.
Huge thanks to everyone who was part of this awesome night – it was a honor to be surrounded by such fantastic people like my family and friends!

(c) we shoot it
dress: Peek&Cloppenburg

(c) my own pictures

why second hand is the way to go

Maybe you’ve already recognized it. The change in my choice of clothes. Not necessarily the change of my style, I think more about single pieces which I’m wearing nowadays.
It slowly began during my childhood and developed to a real attitude. I’m talking about Second Hand. Second Hand and Vintage are probably the most used words when describing the trend of Hipsters. But I believe the meaning of Second Hand is going way further than just being a short-time trend. I guess that most of you sometimes already wore pieces of your siblings, cousins or whomsoever. Why did you stop doing that when you got older? Why is it weird to answer people “It’s from my sister” when they ask where your “new” jeans is from? When I was younger I’ve got a bunch of stuff from my cousins and I was always so happy when they gave me some of their old clothes. At the age of 14, this changed completely. I still got things from my relatives but I felt like a “recycling place” with all their old clothes hanging in my closet. I wanted to go shopping, buy the latest trends and be able to tell my friends which brand my new jacket was.
And my way of dressing changed again while I was in Sweden. This had mainly two reasons. For the first time in my life, I had to take controll over my finances all by myself. I started to realize very soon that it’s actually more difficult than I thought it would be. I wanted to spend more money on adventures and less on unimportant things like clothes. Although I still wanted to go shopping. Thanks to my hostsister and some friends I explored the world of Second Hand Shops in Sweden. And I loved it! Firstly, because it was cheap and secondly, because it reflects the style of people in this particular area.
But there are several reasons why buying Second Hand is the future. It’s a sign against waste, overproduction and unfair working conditions. Of course it’s only one small step on the way to a more conscious thinking society, but it’s an important one. The complete change to Second Hand won’t happen within a day, it’s actually a slow process. However, it has to start somewhere.
The hunting after unique Second Hand pieces will definitely continue and I’m happy to take you with me on this journey!

If you want to read more about why Second Hand is the way to go, take a look on the articles linked below.
Lisa writes about how to end the fast fashion madness and about good reasons for giving your clothes a second life. She gives even some tips to people who want to change their shopping habits. Maddie from dariadaria published an excellent post on the catastrophic fashion industry. Let you inspire to buy some fair fashion items by the article on heylilahey. And last but not least, I strongly recommend you to read this awesome column (written in german) on glowing – I promise you’ll start to think differently after you’ve read it.

If you want to take a look on my former outfits where I already wore Second Hand pieces in different locations and styles: from austria | from london | from nice | from austria²

Todays look is from September 2015.
Oversized Blouse: Second Hand (Ralph Lauren) | Jeans: Second Hand (Trussardi) | Shoes: H&M (old) | Backpack: Second Hand




it’s all about changes

Autumn has arrived. This beautiful season is my favorite one of the year, with all the leaves slowly falling from trees. It’s for sure the most changing season, everything old gets a new shade. I like autumn also because you finally get some silent moments for yourself. Autumn is just the perfect time for new beginnings, new aims and new motivation.

Although I’ve to be honest with myself. This last week was very exhausting. I didn’t sleep well (or enough), I felt super stressed because I didn’t get done what I had to get done (or just last minute) and in general nothing worked out the way I wanted it to. People who know me know that I like things to work out as planned in order to avoid stress. But I felt just extremly unmotivated and therefore I neither had the energy nor the the right motivation to get stuff done. When I came home from school, I felt really tired and took a nap, but instead of taking a nap, I slept the whole afternoon because I didn’t get enough sleep during the nights. On top of that, my phone fell in the toilet and of course it was broken, so I had to order a new phone too, which makes the number on my bank account even smaller. And so this week was simply an endless circle of bad habits.
But a new week is waiting around the corner and I try to see things positive again. Just as autumn is the time of changes.

These pictures are from October last year. If you want to take a look on more pictures of Sabeth from this day, click here and here.

my favorite dress (goodbye summer)

Well, it’s been a while since you heard from me last. This has mainly two reasons:

1) I surprised my friends in Sweden. I’ve planned it quite some time, but of course, I could never write it down on the blog because some of my Swedish friends regularly visit the blog and so I had to keep it a secret – which was very difficult I’ve to admit. Especially in the last days before I departed. I booked my flight for the 26th July and the surprise worked out really good, take a look at my Instagram account (@liz_blick21) if you want to see what it was like. My time in Sweden was great as always, my former hostfamily welcomed me with open arms and it was awesome to see everyone again. Emma, my best exchange student buddy from the US, was almost on the exact same dates in Sweden as I was, so we met a couple of times and spend wonderful hours together in our favorite Swedish city Lund. Every single day of my three weeks long stay in Sweden was actually fully planned and of course, I tried to do as much as possible during these weeks. This explains also why I simply hadn’t time to take care of my blog or to publish any blogposts.
On the 11th of August, I needed to leave my second home again to fly back to Vienna, where my parents picked me up. We left for a family reunion to Slovakia, where I met for the first time all my relatives of my grandfather. It was a very emotional and exciting experience and I’ll probably tell you more about it another time.

2) As soon as I came back, I slowly needed to adjust again to my Austrian life. Although I’ve to say that I was also kinda glad being back, because of all the stuff I had to do for school, like writing on my final paper and so on. But then happened something really bad – my laptop broke down and until yesterday I neither had a computer nor did I get all my files and photos back. But I’m so glad that I got a new laptop from my dad as an early birthday present so that I’m now finally able to take care of the blog again! Cheers for that!

And as this weekend might be the last sunny one for the rest of the year, I thought I’ll share some pictures back from September 2015 with you. This dress is my absolute favorite dress. I’ve bought it in a second-hand store (or should I call it paradise?) in New Jersey more than a year ago, when I also went to watch a Yankees match in NYC together with Emma and her parents where I got this cap too. Time flies!

Shoes: Vans via Weekday | Dress: Second Hand | Cap: New York Yankees Shop

to look forward to something

Today, I’m going to write about why it is so important to look forward to something. To have this in my mind helped me a lot when going through hard times or times, when everything just seems meaningless and simply not worthy. Well, I believe that looking forward to someday in your life just gives you the right motivation until then. And this doesn’t have to be a big goal in the future or some career visions you wanna fulfill. It’s more about the small things in life, like the dinner next weekend, the birthday party the weekend after, the trip to a beautiful place some weeks later. Or maybe you can just look forward to your favorite movie being on TV on Saturday. Or looking forward to a letter from a friend which you’re expecting the next day. The point is that having small things which makes us glad doesn’t have to happen the very same day we want them to. Often, it’s the days, or weeks, or months before which makes us happy, because we get reminded of how badly we want it to be right now. To look forward doesn’t always mean life is boring. It is just a way of getting hope and power for tough times. I’m often lying in bed, thinking about the following days. And yes, of course I’m also thinking about annoying stuff that has to be done these days. But then I remind myself of the adventure that is waiting for me. And I couldn’t look forward to it more than I do right in the moment.
To look forward to something keeps us alive.

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