WISLY - ''that freaking boy next door'' - the new collection.

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have you ever cared too much about what ppl think of eachother ? well, we definately didn't on that beautiful sunday in zurich. it was wisly-time and we all have been waiting and very excited fot that day. ''time to shoot the 2nd collection of wesley pettermann'' the day basically starded with.

we met at a small - tiny crowded - place, called buerkliplatz; right next to a shipstation, a snackbar and the LAKE ZURICH. (for kiddies like me and my younger sister a huge challenge - we've never ever been to zurich before, except for parties)

the weather was encouraging and the people were good-humored - we had alot of fun right from then on when we met.

same as his fashion, he is indescribably freaky. very talented and very native. he knew what he wanted to have, how he wanted to have it and where he wanted to have it; SO DETERMINED! what was the best thing about it; he was sharing it with erveryone!

we started at 11 am and finished at 3 pm. it was exhaustingly long, HOT and beguiling. but at the same time; SO MUCH FUN!

the people were passing by - sometimes stoped to watch or continued walking !

since you can clearly see, his prototypes are funky, freaky, outrgeously cool and comfortable to wear.

HERE A TINY WINY PREVIEW:

we're all in this together!

''it's me on tha left and ma lil sista on tha right''

lady gaga might say: ''... walk walk, fashion baby ...!''






WHO THE F**K AMAZONED ME !?

an easy blazer with attention to detail
LEGO is RETRO!





- personal fav -




like a family - like a giant tree



this blog is specifically dedicated to WISLY aka WESLEY PETTERMANN; who is a great designer and a even greater person! day 116.

''PLEASE MTV - PIMP MY JEANS.''

C'MOON! C'MOON' C'MOON! SIR, WE NEED HELP; SOMEONE RIPPED/FUCKED UP/MESSED UP/WHATEVER (UP) OUR JEANS. CHILL OUT - IT'S NOT YOURS.

why a facelift - when you can easily cut it off instead?

what's that needlessly hanging neckless doing there?

- i'ts hanging, dude!

OMG - THE JEANS' BEEN FUCKED UP!

as i sat down; they even got slightly ripped a bit more .

POINT on ME WITH YOUR BARE FINGERZ!

day 113 and i'm gonna fuck the other jeans another day.

''pierce & tattoo me''

i probably shouldn't say this, but sometimes i get so scared - this morning was a time like that. i've always wanted - well, admittedly since a long time - a second stud; and this morning was the right time, we thought, to get pierced.

it felt so unconditionally right.

we - 'susan' & me - went to a juweler downtown to get all the information. he then asked us about our age, of course we swore we were 18 - parental control - eventhough we were not! he first tortured us with games, we didn't even think they were funny. while he was preparing all the piercing tools - with which he scared the hell out of us - we were acting like little kids getting their first icecream ever; we were so excited and happy as cheap as hell.

do i still want to have a third one? i don't know it yet - well honestly;

I FREAKIN' DO WANNA HAVE A THIRD ONE! day 111 and the next thing i'll do is getting myself a hot and gorgeous tattoo (:

btw: you know what i think is absolutey bilious? those ''plagues'', or i don't even know how the name is; like those huge - or tiny - circles, which totally are messing up your earlobes. do you know what i mean? - one word: EW!

the macbook experience

have you ever just loked at someone and automatically felt annoyed? i am definately someone you should feel annoyed if you watch me walk. i was waiting for friends coming over to have a good time together; so i tried to avoid the boredome by using my photobooth-thing. it's always fun doing it alone; unless your creativity's left to be desired. so, always when i pushed the button - like the sugababes - i had exactly 3 seconds until the photo would be taken. i pushed the button - again as the sugababes require it - i ran to my position, more or less wannabe-coincidence, and posed 'till the signal to relax appeared. how much fun you CAN have, by yourself. btw: that shirt was bought in a shop, where literally every single jerk buys his clothes. anyways; i like it. day 110 and all rumors are true.

''fuck me - i'm famous''

''that picture of you is so magical'' a little girl last week after seeing ths photo - trying to imitate lady gaga's paparazzi.

somewhere far, far away; where ''nowhere'' definately could exist. there, there has been taken this photo.

we were a little intense bunch of people - exactly 9 kiddies - waiting for the train to the head of the city. with plenty of joy and good humor we sat there and waited, and waited for hours.
''i'm hungry'', ''i'm tired'', ''i think i just lost my iphone - within my life'' - everbody complained. not me; i was taking pictures. result: to the right - to the right.

we've been waiting for more than 13 minutes and eventually took a cab to the next airport where we could've taken breakfast if we wouldn't have had wanted to miss the breaking dawn.

so, as a matter of fact - intuitively and generously - we had lots of fun the other night.

and with that keyword i'll say good night sleep tight and do not let the bedbugs bite. day 111 and already 2 fishes are dead.

''i met a girl called susan within a cute polaroid camera''

susan isn't her real name - susan is just the way i like to call anybody and everybody. she's wearing mother's versace dress and me father's imperial blazer - we've been trying to pretend being parents over and over again; we've done a good job. the paranoid old polaroid camera was jsut laying around without saying anything - we obviously used it then. ''susan'' is pretty open-minded - either you like her, or you don't. i love her. she's the one helping a person eventhough you don't benefit from it. do you have someone like her? strong nervs and stamina are needed. by the sarcastic way; we love the polaroids. how about you? day 110.

j'adore paris et ''j'adore dior''

i've been in paris twice; i only went there to visit the beloved disneyland and all it's including fairytale-stuff - i didn't care about the city or any other special things out there. disneyland was my first everything. now - that i've grown and became older - it isn't that special anymore. it still is very extraordinary and extremely impressing but i'm simply out of the age, where kids are playing with giant mouses and huge ducks. do you remember the first time you fell in love? i well remember my first love: minnie mouse. have you ever been to disneyland's magic world? have you ever fell in love and wanted to live happily ever afer? day 110.

▲ & ■. back to basics.

i'll open my blog with the simple reason how i got here and what inspires
the most; ppl around me. beginning with the ''inspirator''.
it's all the stuff we have in common - inspiration is the key to the grossness of happiness. tim hunziker aka the triangle ▲- basically it isn't about to be looking good; it's all about feeling good. all that starting on day 109.

SMILE LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

the simplicity of being bored or having to much time for anything else than living a true and honest life. is it about what you wear; or is it about how you wear it? questions people have to ask themselves. spontaneously taking pictures of your own - not thinking what you're doing - is definately completing your soul - or is it just sadisfying what you want to be satisfied ?
yellow shirt; lacoste sneakers and a cheap jeans. day 109.