2014-07-20

Olga Gubanova's Essay / The Tweed Run in Saint Petersburg

The essay of Olga Gubanova about The Tweed Run in Saint Petersburg
19 July 2014

“Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien”
by Edith Piaf


The third Saint Petersburg Tweed Run happened on July 19, 2014. Almost the middle of summer, almost daytime. Firstly, it was raining, then the temperature raised to +26°C, cameras showed 32° in the sun. 450 registered participants. The most trained ones are able to control themselves in any circumstances, they looked pretty fine at the start. Flowers in baskets also were fine. At the finish everybody looked as if it was +26°C and felt like 32° in the sun.

The original Tweed Run is a bicycle vintage attire-themed ride through the centre of London. Petersburg's edition also winds through the historical center, however in comparison with London's performance the topic of our Tweed Run and evening party in this year was altered, it was fashion of Paris in the 1940s.

It was a war period and later the time when France and its people recovered after the war. Of course, if French fashion in 1940s had looked this way, German troops would have never left Paris. Probably German forces would have never visited any other places in this world apart from Paris. But somehow French women in 1940s in spite of any later interpretations managed to keep balance (in fashion) and to control a situation.

And if there had been so many French men at the streets of Paris in 1940s like for the time of this ride, French women would have never opted for wearing transparent stockings.

The finish was at the intersection of Zamkovaya and Klenovaya streets in the public garden near Saint Michael's Castle. There are different levels of participation, I arrived at the picnic at the finish and contemplated flamboyantly decorated bikes and enthusiastic and creative people who won bowties. And girls won bowties as well!

Below is my saved for forthcoming generations look in style of Paris 1940s. Believe it or not, the thinnest dark-brown gloves with a small fringe and a purple clutch bag Mark by Marc Jacobs are hidden among flowers.



The Tweed Run's Look / © Olga Gubanova 2014



2014-07-07

Robert Heinlein's interesting citation

Robert Heinlein's citation
On the subject of evolution of human civilization, covert censure of books and innovative character of Yves Klein's art.

“On Earth elections continued as usual and a very advanced poet published a limited edition of verse consisting entirely of punctuation marks and spaces; Time magazine reviewed it and suggested that the Federation Assembly Daily Record could profitably be translated into the same medium. The poet was invited to lecture at the University of Chicago, which he did, clad in full formal dress lacking only trousers and shoes.”
– Robert Heinlein


2014-05-29

Minimalistic Thoughts II

Olga Gubanova's quotations. On life.
“Life isn't a conveyer.”
– Olga Gubanova

2014-03-31

Olga Gubanova's article / Paolo Pellegrin. Convergence of Desires

Olga Gubanova's article, Paolo Pellegrin. Convergence of Desires

© Paolo Pellegrin / Magnum Photos 2005

We were given the honor and the privilege to work with The Saint Petersburg Photographer Magazine. I am an attentive observer of their work for at least two years. Jonathan Barnbrook once said that work you wanted to do would find you, but you had to show the work you wanted to do in the first place. Happy that several of so many existing trajectories have finally intersected. I am so grateful that they have finally found me.
Please, have a look, read it, like it, share it. It is in Russian, but I believe you do can read it. The article is dedicated to Paolo Pellegrin.
Three apples fell from the heavens, the first one went to the writer, other one to a reader, the last one to the person who understood. It usually happens in this way in Armenian fairy tales.

Друзья, журнал Петербургский фотограф, статусное петербургское издание, опубликовал мою статью “Паоло Пеллегрин. Конвергенция Желаний”. Если вы пока ещё не видели эту страницу, я рекомендую пройти по ссылке.
И мне нравится эта фраза: как всегда, с неба упали три яблока; одно досталось тому, кто написал, другое — тому, кто прочитал, третье — тому, кто понял. Она почти что из старинной армянской сказки.



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