Simply Yellow

Le Parisien

Billur

Stating The Obvious

Rumi

Smiley

Stalking down potential blog-materials with our heartbreaking enthusiasm and utter inexperience with a professional camera, this illusionary idea of people actually seeking the attention of our keen eyes came to us. It was perfect relief. 

As apparent, this woman is absolutely enjoying her picture being taken. 

Elif

Taboo

Hitting festival after festival like hoes crushing weddings.
Almost gave way to multiple mishaps, the weather condition and mutual constipation. But still made it, with the usual expression of disgust on Deveci's face and the stomache Icelliler kept faking throughout the ride. 
As for the gigs themselves, we completely disregarded the opening bands, so we have no feedback for you hipsters. Caravan Palace had us swing in the optimum spatial conditions, got a bitter taste of the ongoing Eurovision with Oi Va Voi -checked on Google, and by the time Parov had taken the stage, all my nightouters had invaded the remaining area with their pungent body odor. 
No matter how amazing a show might be, the ultimate win of the day remains the purchase of four drinks for the price of a discounted beer. Yes, she did. 

Soundgarden 2012

Aftermath of the festival: Partial loss of functionality. The final bit of energy left from the performing of vital activities is being spent on this right here.

Purple

The collar has been made by Begüm Deveci.

There Are Famous People In It

Director; Roman Polanski. That should be enough to redirect your attention from the joys left hand is providing you with. 

Chill-Out 2012

With the 5 year marathon of high school and Trippy's exams behind us, time to chill out was much needed. 

We are not exactly the music guru types -yes, the ones clueless about the bands on stage- but despite the rain and the slight discouragement that came with some friends bailing out, we hit the road to the country side. 

If it wasnt for the photographer who magically appeared in our sight, there'd be no visual proof of our presence at the festival.

And since we were the only idiots who had not been so sly to put a digital tourist-size camera in our pocket, we all have to settle for that single shot. 

Random Faces, Kite Runner

    

  

In midst of our hunt, we encountered this gorgeous man, who put his pursuit to rip tourists off with these kites aside to pose to the camera. A part time model to Mehmet Turgut, he knew his business. 

Rebecca

Shoe Me Not

  

Shoe of the Day

It's Shoe Day. Istanbul Shoe Fair is the event I can devote most of my 24 hours to. I basically grew up running around shoes and still until this very day I can't get my mind around to the amount of shoes possible to gather in one place.My initial intention was to create a post on fairstyle, but turns out such style doesn't even exist. So at the end of the day, my dad was the one who got lucked out- I became his personal assisstant for the entire day- shame on the industry.

Crew

Right after the shoot... Exhausted but proud. Many thanks to our photographer Nedi Levi; our models Melike Manav, Deniz Bido and Silvya Benzeray and finally Mehmet Abi who was always there with his truck to support us.

The Shoot

Photos are taken by Nedi Levi.

The Morning

Photos are taken by Mine.

Saat sabah 6.30. Alarmın sesi kulaklarımızı deliyor. Hazırlanmak için sok dakikalarımız ve hala bize acınası gözlerle bakan işler var. Dışarıda yerler ıslak; takunyalar bu durumdan hiç hoşlanmayacak. 
Saat 10. Saç-makyaj derken altı kız bir arabada İtalyan Konsolosluğu'na... Daha kıyafetler giyilmemiş bile. Bir kamyonun arkasında o işi de hallediyoruz. Amatör çekimimiz sınırları zorlamaya devam ediyor.

It's 6:30. The alarm clock goes off in our ears like a screwdriver. It's our final minutes to prepare and there is still work sitting on the sofa, looking at us with pitiful eyes. The ground is wet outside; the clogs will not like this.
It's 10. 6 girls packed in a car off to the Italian Embassy. All materials which have not even been worn yet are stuffed in the remaining empty space of the vehicle . That business is to be handled in the back of a truck. Our amateur shoot continues to push our boundries. 

The Night Before

Saat sabaha karşı iki. Uzun,keyifli ve bir o kadar da katılmamızın imkansız olduğu bir doğum gününden Deveci'lere yeni adımımızı atmışız. Çek listemize panik dolu gözlerle bakıyoruz çünkü saat 8.30'da saç-makyaj için Ulus'ta Mine'lerde buluşmaya söz verilmiş. Şarabın keyifli tesiri yavaş yavaş hissedilmekte ama yatak bize biz yatağa bakarak iğne iplik elimizde iş başına... Deveci dikiş makinasının başına çökmüş son rötuşları atarken İçelliler sonunda tam bir hayalkırıklığına dönüşecek sarı şeritleri envai şekilde siyah şifonun üzerine yerleştirmeye çalışıyor. Belki birkaç saat, belki iş gören bir el daha bizi kurtarabilecekken 1 saat daha fazla uykuya hasret sabah oluyor. Gözlerimiz sonraki sekiz saat boyunca güneş gözlüklerimizi çıkarmamıza izin vermeyecek; belli.

It's two in the morning. After a cozy and equally badly timed birthday, arriving home to countless procastinated and finished tasks. Our weary eyes are fixed on the checklist. As predicted, wine has steadily started to take its toll on our functions. As of this point, time consumes our eye-hand coordination in fast forward. Deveci by the sewing machine putting the final dozen touches, İçelliler in the other corner of the room devouring on an already failed project. Dreaming of a couple more hours or an extra hand, up goes the sun. The mirror has no mercy, our eyes will not let go of sunglasses for the next eight hours. 

Process

Recess is over. Our apologies to have deprived you of a post for days we are embarrassed to count.
As it turned out, getting our amateur hands on this project required a whole lot of time and labor investment.

Sunday is the big day. Here's a sneak peak of what's to come.