How To Tie A Noose With Words - A New Guest Blogger!

As mentioned at the end of our blog post from today (Doing Freedom Right, Our 9/11 Post), we have a new guest blogger. We're not sure if this is a one off, or not...but we hope he comes back and writes some more.

We liked his piece for a variety of reasons, we hope you like it too.

---so here you have it---a new guest blogger---take it away, Jake!

How To Tie A Noose With Words

OK, that was the cheap tactic to get to you to read further into the story. Hopefully it worked, and the hook is set. I need to preface this whole post with a disclaimer: I really am going to try and put this into ordered thoughts, and structured ideas, but sometimes when I get on a roll, I just don't stop, and sometimes don't make as much sense. I'm like the Tarantino of writing, except mine is mostly manusha. I know I've said that before, but I kinda feel like there's some truth, and a ring to it. On second thought, I'm a complete moron. Tarantino is the Tarantino of writing. I forgot he writes that shit too, not just directs it. So is my point that I'm just a 99 cent store version of the great storyteller himself? Yes it is.

        

I decided that since I had stopped writing my blog, although not consciously and on purpose, I would write a piece for Frankie, since they said i could. Most of my opinions these days are poured out through the ether via a microphone and streamed into your earbuds. I felt it might be good to knock the dust off the last couple months worth of buildup on my "skills" if you will.  I did, however, take some parts of this post from a previous one on my blog. No one reads that anyway. Not like this crowd. So if, by the laws of probability, you happened to be of the small percentage that may have come across some of these words arranged in this order before, I apologize. Deal with it.
        

I had the pleasure, along with my co-horts on The Nothing But Show, of talking to Frankie at some length. almost thirty minutes of length if I remember correctly. It was an experience I have never had before, and look forward to having again. Almost like the first time I stole a candy bar, or a rodents virginity, it was a rush I hadn't felt before. I do realize that Frankie enjoys hearing of mental issues and the viewing of the world through other, perhaps fragmented-as-well personalities. Such as my own.      

       

I suffer from Hyper-Vigilance. And by "I suffer", I mean that everyone that is in my life suffers from it way more than I do. I also must state that I don't think Hyper-Vigilance is a real disorder. I think I'm just tuned into a couple more different stations at once than most people are. This post is about feelings. I don't mean the mushy, sloppy stuff that no guy likes talking about unless he marches in that certain West Hollywood parade once a year. This is more about the lack of feelings that I tend to have and display, and the arrival at the void of those feelings. 

        

First off, I have to say that I steal the description from the great Adam Carolla. He describes his attention to the details of life that most people miss as "Hyper-Vigilance." I genuinely feel that I have something very akin to that same "affliction". On a side note, I can barely type the word "affliction" without thinking of those really gay shiny t-shirts that Affliction clothing makes. but anyway, I believe it was Dr. Drew that coined the phrase Hyper-Vigilance, or it could be very real and I'm just an idiot that doesn't do research, but for all intents and purposes, I stole it. I say that Adam and I "suffer" from almost the same thing, but I don't have the pleasure of knowing the man, so I can only speak for myself. Here's how it relates to me: I've never taken the time to look up the definition of the word. In fact, I never knew it was even a real word until I googled it a moment ago as I write this post. Not that wikipedia is that reliable, but Dictionary.com had basically the same description, so this is the one from Wikipedia: (Maybe it is real after all)        

Hypervigilance, is an enhanced state of sensory sensitivity accompanied by an exaggerated intensity of behaviors whose purpose is to detect threats. Hypervigilance is also accompanied by a state of increased anxiety which can cause exhaustion. Other symptoms include: abnormally increased arousal, a high responsiveness to stimuli and a constant scanning of the environment for threats.^[1][2] Hypervigilance can be a symptom of posttraumatic stress disorder^[3] and various types of anxiety disorder. It is distinguished from paranoia. Paranoid states, such as those in schizophrenia can seem superficially similar, but are characteristically different.
        

Now, after reading that, it seems that it is usually attributed to victims of PTSD. I can't speak for Adam Carolla, but the only shrapnel I took in 'Nam was playing Call Of Duty online. All joking aside, I do realize that there are many ways to endure traumatic stress other than war, but if Hypervigilance is truly what I have, I guess my childhood would be the place to start. I don't know if the condition is something that can be learned, instead of something directly attributed to personal experience, but I definitely think I have it. The source of me attaining such otherworldly powers would have to be my childhood. Now, I must state that overall, I don't think I endured much more of an abnormal childhood than most kids. Then again, what is a normal childhood? That my friends, is a question for another day. As for how I arrived at this superhuman enigma is kind of beyond me. But then again Superman didn't know much about his beginnings either, except some ice cave, and a green planet, but I digress. In my case, I don't think that my attention to things comes from any trauma. I honestly don't. I have really, truly, always been this way.
        

From as far back as I can really remember, I've always felt aware of almost everything. I mean I see things that I think 99% of people don't see at any given time. Don't get me wrong, I'm not psychic or clairvoyant, I just see what I consider to be "common sense" type things happening all around me, and I don't know why other people don't. Half of what I say here today is in jest, and half is serious. I guess it's up to you as the reader to determine where the line is, or if it blurs excessively right off the bat, but here goes:
        

I live day to day, and "in the moment" as much as the next person, but the difference is that I always have this antenna that picks up a certain frequency in my head. This frequency is nothing but a running commentary on everything my subconscious is taking in. For example, while waiting to to turn left at a signal, this is about how a typical 4-5 second action on my part yields so much more going on in my head. From the color of the shirt on the lady crossing the street, and how it looks like a shirt my mom used to own when I was a kid, to the dog shes walking, and the limp it has and where it could have gotten it. Then there's the car in front of me, and his license plate frame bearing a really shitty play on words, an inside joke, or the dealership where he bought his car. If it's somewhere out of town, I think about that town for a split second, and if I've been there before etc. A cop car enters the intersection next to me as I wait to turn and a flood of thoughts about police, laws, government, social injustice and attitude occupy a portion of my thoughts for another split second. There's a myriad of combinations of events that transpire in my head in any typical 4-5 second event like that. And, I can do all of that while texting, talking to my wife or passenger, and sometimes all of the above. And I have a perfect driving record. I'm not that guy doing 60 in the left lane because he's talking to his friend about the pictionary tournament they had the night before and how he almost guessed "dog" if the tail had been a little longer.
         

What I'm saying is I am fucked aren't I? This "condition" feels like a curse. It doesn't stem directly from narcissism, but I would be lying if I didn't say there wasn't an element of it to my plight. However, I am not Spencer Pratt. I don't think I'm better than everyone. I know I am. OK, little joke there sorry. to be serious though, I think it would be impossible to not feel slightly narcissistic when think about this stuff. I realize I'm not the only person who thinks of more than one thing at a time, but I am definitely the only person I have known in my life who has it this bad. Carolla is better at explaining his situation and making it funny, but I relate very closely to his description. It's not as cut and dry as me feeling like I'm "better" than other people, as the traditional definition of narcissism suggests. I do feel like that sometimes, I won't lie, but not that often. It just seems to me that the small daily decisions that a lot of people agonize and seem to labor over, almost make themselves automatically in my mind.
       

I'm sure than being an Atheist and having no real "belief" about our whole existence and future has something to do with it. In fact, I'm sure that my outlook on a lot of things has a direct correlation with me not "wasting time" dwelling on those things that seem to take up 75% of everyone else's day. The thoughts that are constantly floating around in my brain soup are pretty serious thoughts, and on a 24/7/365 basis. I CANT TURN IT OFF.  I think about things like the Gashole documentary. I wrote a whole previous post on it so I won't go into it again, but I constantly think about that stuff, and the stuff that makes up 99% of our daily lives that just distracts us from what's really going on. I think about how all of our social arguments, and almost every second of news on CNN or your favorite fill-in-the-blank channel is completely pointless when our world operates on this kind of level behind the scenes. After watching and dwelling on that, I cannot help but just laugh out loud when someone complains about not wanting to buy something over the phone with their credit card. It just doesn't matter! I try not to be negative, but I almost feel like just being realistic these days is being negative. These are the things that are on my mind all day, every day. And people wonder why I smoke so much weed. I would probably feel like the unfunny version of Mel Gibson in What Women Want if I didn't.
        

To avoid rambling on about every thought that pops into my head on this subject, I'll wrap it up. The most important/scary/rewarding/important again part of this whole thing is how it effects emotion. Most all of my reactions to things are very visceral and raw, knee-jerk type reactions to things, and usually reflect my honest, unbiased opinion on the subject. Most of the time that scares people. But the strangest side-effect, if you will, of this whole thing is my ability to knowingly, and sometimes unknowingly have no emotion. Or, I will have so much disdain for people putting emotion into something my brain has deemed unimportant, that I will almost get angry at them. And sometimes, not almost, I do. It's easy to write it off as narcissism, and say that it's just because I want people to think the way I do, but it's not that simple. I don't even fully know where it comes from, but it's not nearly as much narcissism as you might expect it to be. My avoidance of so many topics that would fill a normal discussion table is just because almost all of those subjects, no matter what they are most of the time, are shit. My lack of interest, or that fact that I have already thought about it, weighed it out, and made a decision on the topic in my mind before you even finished your thought, is often received as apathy. And I guess for lack of a better explanation, it is. This "ability" to turn off emotion, or just to be void of it for most intents and purposes, is a skill/curse I have yet to master. I have to learn when to try and wield it for good, instead of letting it lead me down the path where I can end up hurting people that just don't truly understand where I'm coming from. I realize now re-reading this, that I have probably asked more questions of myself and my readers than I have answered. For that, I don't know what to say except this is the war that goes on inside my head. I can only feel sorry for my partners in crime on the podcast. You see, on top of this Hyper-Vigilance, I also was raised with a fair amount of stubbornness, and desire to do things my way. This has led to problems in the past with bands I have been in. I have always been the only one "doing the work" it seemed. I made the phone calls, booked the tours, bought the tour van, wrote the songs, bought the equipment, etc. I later realized that although I was the only one with the money to buy things at that time, part of the reason that people didn't do anything to help (it seemed) was because I was too vigilant on getting it done first, and without realizing that, I caused a lot of problems. 

        

I have since come such a long way from those days in realizing the company I keep, and recognizing my own issues with just constantly having a part of my brain "turned on". I swear people, even my sleep patterns are fucked up by thought. I can only say now that I'm older. Although that really only means that I don't know nearly anything that I thought I did before. But I do know that I have a desire to get my thoughts out there somehow. If I don't I think I'll literally implode one day from the pressure. I have made a lot of new friends in my life over the past few years since the band days, and I feel that I'm a much better friend to them than I could have been in the past, and I'm much more aware of what makes me tick now. It's all part of growing up. 

        

You should tune in sometime, and hear my friends and I talk about whatever we want. It's cathartic for me, and hopefully entertaining for you. There's even an episode with Frankie on there. Episode 6 I believe. Tune in and hear my ramblings and barely coherent thoughts, and those of my co-hosts. but for now, just know that I know how crazy I am. And welcome to the front lines. Please pull up a chair, and don't forget to tip your waitress. Enjoy the show. 

-VK

Jake can be found on twitter @vagabondroyalty, and on his podcast The Nothing But Show at www.nothingbutshow.com

Blog, the film.

Yesterday I did something really special for me. I went to a private show of the new Elena Trapé film, Blog. The story about a group of teenagers who decide to do something different together... become pregnant.

Based on a true story happened in the USA, the film try to explain why these group of teenagers decided this. I wrote a little article at my facebook yeserday, and I want to share it with you. It's in spanish, but you can use the Google Translator... please, read it and give me your opinion!

(read here)

Hoy he tenido el privilegio de acudir al cine para ver en primicia una película aún por estrenar: Blog, de Elena Trapé. Mi amigo Kim Gázquez, director del making of de la película, estaba muy interesado en que la viera, ya que por una extraña razón que yo a día de hoy desconozco, este chico tiene muy en cuenta mis opiniones en general... pues bien, he aquí mi opinión sobre esta pequeña película que es más grande de lo que parece a primera vista.

Blog narra la historia de un grupo de amigas que planean, a escondidas del mundo adulto, su gran evasión de la realidad, su sueño, sus inquietudes más ocultas. Un grupo de amigas que planean juntas dar un gran salto. Una historia basada en hechos reales, escalofriantes y verídicos, ambientados en Estados Unidos (para leer la noticia, sigue el link: http://www.lavanguardia.es/lv24h/20080619/53483982380.html).

Lo primero que llama la atención de Blog es su filmación, atípica y extraña en nuestro país. No es común ver una película de adolescentes grabada desde webcams y una cámara transportada al hombro de alguna de las protagonistas; pero es así como se nos presenta, consiguiendo desde un primer momento que te introduzcas en la historia y vida de esas chicas con las que vas a compartir la próxima hora y media de tu vida.

Lo siguiente que gusta y te engancha en el asiento es la naturalidad con la que las chicas hablan; ese deje de inocencia presente a veces en sus caritas; ese pavo característico de los quince años... en algún que otro momento te sientes identificada con alguna de sus protagonistas, porque todas ellas son flores variopintas que crecen salvajes en un jardín sin jardinero, a merced de los cambios de la naturaleza. Un jardín donde creen tenerse sólo a ellas mismas.

A medida que el largometraje avanza, vas empatizando con ellas y observando sus reacciones con minuciosidad, sus gestos, expresiones... ves quién despunta como líder y te recuerda a esa amiga que tenías con quince años que trataba siempre de mandar sobre las demás; ves a la tímida que siempre trata de escapar de los chicos; la empollona que no quiere defraudar a sus padres pero tampoco estar fuera del grupo... las puedes ver a todas y cada una de ellas paseando su palmito por la pantalla, actuando de forma natural y desenfadada, utilizando un vocabulario real y cercano al de los adolescentes de hoy día. Blog, para mí, tiene un factor que pocas películas suelen tener en mi opinión; y es el hecho de que es creíble, eres capaz de imaginar ésa situación en el pato de un instituto corriente de cualquier ciudad de España.

Si tuviera que sacarle algún fallo a la película, indudablemente sería el hecho de que la moraleja final no queda clara a no ser que tengas una gran capacidad de observación y aún recuerdes tus quince años.Sin embargo, he aquí mis conclusiones.

¿Qué pretenden decirnos con Blog? En el making off tratan de hacernos creer que se trata de una película de amistad y fidelidad, y que son ésos valores los que se tratan de transmitir en el largometraje... pero, ¿por qué esas chicas llegan a tomar la decisión que toman? ¿Qué las impulsa a ello?

La respuesta a esta pregunta está un poco más escondida y hay que escarbar para buscarla, algo que en mi opinión no debería de ser así, sino que debería de mostrarse en bruto al espectador, ya que de lo que se trata es hacer pensar y reaccionar al público adormecido.

Señoras y señores: los valores familiares y de educación, tal y como los conocemos, han muerto. Y estas chicas, en su afán por contraponerse al mundo y recuperarlos, deciden fundar su asociación secreta (Makamat) con el fin de dar una lección moral a todos aquellos que creen velar por su educación y seguridad. Blog muestra en toda su crudeza la incomunicación que puede llegar a darse, durante la adolescencia, entre padres e hijos. La televisión, el exceso de trabajo, el estrés, el concepto de "supermujer" que nos están tratando de imponer... todo esto está relegando en muchos casos a una incomunicación familiar que genera dudas y desconfianza hacia los padres por parte de los adolescentes que, infelices, insatisfechos y en muchas ocasiones, "aburridos", deciden tomar su educación por su cuenta.

Blog no pretende ser la panacea a los problemas de comunicación y educacionales que presentan nuestra sociedad actual. Es más bien esa piedrecita que lanzan sobre nuestro cogote para tratar de llamar nuestra atención; es ese silbido que oímos en la distancia para que miremos hacia ése lugar. "Escuchad, ésto no va bien, y no os estáis dando cuenta". Los adultos en su mayoría, han olvidado cómo comunicarse con los adolescentes. No hablan su mismo idioma, y ni siquiera se plantean el intentarlo; ellos, en su afán de rebeldía característico de su furor hormonal, se cierran más en banda y crean sus propias redes sociales, lejos del entendimiento arcaico de sus padres. Un conflicto generacional que, si bien siempre ha sucedido, hoy día está teniendo unas consecuencias descomunales (y si no, tan sólo tenéis que paseáros por algunas comunidades de internet donde los adolescentes se dan consejos para perder peso, quedarse embarazadas o hacer quedadas y saltar a las vías del metro... ¿exagerado? No. ¿Real? Sí, por desgracia). Unas consecuencias que hay que frenar de alguna forma.

Como ya he dicho, Blog no es la solución a todos estos problemas, pero creo sin duda alguna que mucha gente debería de verla por varios motivos. Los jóvenes, para que comprendan que aún hay gente que intenta hablarles en su idioma, aproximarse a ellos y comprenderlos, sin prejuzgarlos y sin tacharlos de nada. Y los adultos, para que piensen detenidamente qué es lo que puede estar fallando, qué pueden hacer para dialogar... y lo más importante, para que recuerden que ellos también tuvieron quince años y estuvieron perdidos, asustados y sin nadie a su alrededor... sólo ése círculo de amigos en los que apoyar tu hombro cada mañana, cada recreo, en el patio, en la cafetería del instituto o fumando un cigarrillo a escondidas de los demás.

Thanks for reading and give me your opinion!

Tips for understanding "Not Here to Please You" (Statement of Principles)

Hi there!

I'm writting from my mum's home at Algeciras; it's goo being here for all August wit my family, meeting old friends and having a great time. Are you having fun too? I hope so!!

Today I would like to express my opinion about my own blog. Yes, it sounds strange, but I've receive some comments lately about it, and I think that an explanation about my blog is necessary, because sometimes people get confuse about it.

Not Here To Please You was born three years ago as a place for express myself and my imagination. At that time I was writting in spanish, as I never though about people from other countries reading what I had to say.

After more than two years, I took a look at it, and it was a dark and sad place. I mean, it looks like I only had to say things about sadness or drama, when my life was so different from that (it wasn't a field of roses but it was ok), so I decided to change the main theme and started to write about my daily life and my personal opinion about the world, especially about the fashion world. I don't want people around me saying "you look so fabulous" all the time; that kind of comments are gorgeous sometimes, but there are another time when you want to read real opinions about something you've been expending your time writting about.

When I write about an opinion, I really love reading yours too, so that's why I appreciate any kind of constructive comments; as you may know, I never reproach any comment (except if this one contains bad language, that's something I don't like and this place is not about it), that's why everyone can post here. But I certainly also appreciate people who's not afraid of leaving their names and place where you can find them. I mean, if you're saying something bad or you want to start a debt, please, leave here a place where we all can find you and discuss our opinions; not only "throw the stone and hide the hand", as we say in Spain.

For me, this places is really special, because is not only about "what I'm wearing today" or "OMG look the last Prada shoes!". Of course, sometimes I write about things like that, but mostly all the time is about lifestyle, inspiration and the world that's around me. My opinion, the one I want to share with you. And I adore your answers, as I said before.

So please, stop hidding yourself behind the "anonymous" option and share your nickname, your opinion and your good intentions; not only here, but also all around the internet world. I'm sick of bad anonymous comments in some blogs; it's so simple as "if you don't like it, just don't leave any comment or make a constructive one". Yes, being constructive is sometimes a little bit difficult.
But I see you as intelligent people, so I'll treat all of you like that.

Anyway, this is only my opinion ;)

(all pictures by weheartit)

Opinion (plus outfit): If I don't care what you do, shut up your fucking mouth (thank you).

Yesterday I spent my afternoon with my friend Javi. We ate at a japanese restaurant and then we walked to Demasie Cafe for an ice tea. On our way, we passed around La Pedrera, another wonderfu building designed by Gaudí.

(the rest of my day and my opinion HERE)

And after our ice tea, he took me a picture at Plaza Catalunya with a big fail... but it's at the end of the post, so just wait for seeing it! Befre that, I need to talk a little bit about why I hate sometimes people (yes, I hate people rom time to time, it's true and I'm sure you're gonna understand me!).

I'm sick of people who don't have the guts of telling you things in your face but they think it's funny saying aloud when you're passing behind then. This is so normal in Spain: if you're dressing in a "strange" way, they don't say anything to you in your face, but when you pass near them, they shout you, push you or say something to you, just for hurting yourself. They don't expect that maybe you can stop and say something back, right? And if you do this, they want to fight because "who are you for telling me this". Excuse me? Who are YOU for telling me something in the first time!!

And this situation happens to me almost every day. I know, I know what are you gonna say: ignore them. And believe me, of course I do, almost all the time. But then, there's a day, a moment, when the drop raises the border of the glass. And you just crash, and say what you think.

I cannot understand this kind of people. I mean, if I don't look at you, if I don't say anything about you and your awful clothes (believe me, sometimes I look at them as "Sorry, have you just looked yourself in the mirror today?"), why they have to say anything about me? It's so unpolite, and I don't understand why people is so unpolite these days.

There are some places where others can look at you, but keep their opinion to theirselves... why they don't do this here? Is the same in your countries? I really would like to know your opinion!!

Anyway, here you've got my picture. The fail? Yes, I was so happy with my lovely hat, lovely socks, lovely skirt, lovely shoes... we took the picture, only one. We went home. And when I get there, I found a lovely fat man without t-shirt behind me. But you know? I liked the picture, so here you've got. A fail, but I don't mind!

PS: I'm just a nerd and yesterday, when I wrote this, I was half-sleep and said that La Pedrera was Dali's art. It's from Gaudí. GAUDÍ, YOU FUCKING SLEEPY BITCH!! XD!!

I had a farm in Africa...

Today at the TV I saw (again) Out of Africa. I really love that film and everything that you can see on it, it's one of the most beautiful love sotries that I've ever seen. I feel a little bit like Karen and Denys; I mean, I want to be a free soul as Denys (I think I am) but I would love to be as strong and brave as Karen, an independent woman as she was.

(I felt nostalgic today)

Meryl Streep and Robert Redford as Karen and Denys in the 1985 film Out of Africa.

After leaving Africa, Karen Blixen became a writer, something difficult for a woman. I really admire women who were writers in the past centuries; it was very strange and complicated for them became a writer, so they used false names.
Since I was a child, I always wanted to be a writer. I wrote one of my very first stories with nine years old. Then, with eleven years, I started to compose poems. I've got at home about eleven different "books" I wrote when I was younger. I've got lots of stories in the computer, but I don't know why, I can't end any of them; and it's not about inspiration, but I can't write.

 Two pictures of Karen Blixen, when she was young and in ther older years.

Maybe is because I feel sad, but I hope I would end some of the things I've got on my mind, and show them to you one of these days. From all the things I've always wanted to do with my life, the top of my personal list was become a writer, since I can remember.

I'm sorry about the last entries; really really sorry, but my mood these days is like this... but I'll try to be strong, as Karen :)

Maybe, one of these days, I'll have a farm in Africa. Or in Sweden, who knows.

So, this is what you wanted to know!

First of all, thank you so much for such a bunch of good questions! I didn't expected so much of them, I'm so happy and I hope I would answer them all!

And I'll do a post as Naka asked me to do!

So, here we go!

 A polaroid from the last Lovely Flea Market
Answers, this way, please!

1. When did you start to get yourself into the fashion world? What was the first thing that caught your attention?

I've been always interested in fashion. When I was a little girl (about 7-8 years old) I knew about designers as Agatha Ruiz de la Prada or Coco Chanel. But it was when I was thirteen years old that I realized that I love this world so much. In that time I discovered Vogue Magazine thanks to a Annie Leibovitz and a gorgeous editorial mades with models and cats wich looked like giants. So I started to read that magazine, and dreamed about working in there.

2. In this moment, in an outfit what is more important, the clothes or the accessories that you combine?

I think that the accessories  are the most important things in a outfit. You can wear the same dress thousand of times, but using some different shoes, bags, hats, necklaces, etc; you can change it a lot. And if you wear a great dress but with the inappropriate accessories, you can destroy it all!

This editorial by Grace Coddintong was creatind due to the accesories, because the clothes were from 2007!

 3. Why do you post all in english and never in spanish, though you're a spanish girl (am I wrong?)?
Sometimes I write in spanish, but it's true that I always write in english because I want that many people understand me, and nowadays english is the "universal" language. Moreover, is a good way for improve my writting english skills; I'm so good talking in english, but not so good writting!

4. What's your favourite music type?
Wow, difficult one. I thin I haven't got a favourite type of music, due I love lots of different bands and musicians. Maybe some rock, as my favourite bands are The Smashing Pumpkins, Maxïmo Park and Mando Diao; but I love Dead Can dance too, Beirut, Joy Division, The Kinks, David Bowie, The Cure, Sigur Ros or Florence and The Machine... there's no special music type on my iPod!

Maxïmo Park, The Kinks, Florence...

5. What's your favourite video?

I assume that you're asking about music... it's a difficult too! It changes by time because I love so much videos and bands, but at the moment (and due to my Mori Girls passion) I think it's  Glosoli, by Sigur Ros. It always makes me cry.



6. Which foreign countries have you visited so far? which was your favourite?

I've been in Portugal (Algarve and Lisbon city), United Kingdom, Hungary (Budapest), Germany (Berlin), Holland (Amsterdam) and Morocco. When I was travelling by bus to Hungary I saw thousand of wonderful places, but I cannot count them as "being" there. Despite I've been living in the United Kingdom, my favourite place from all these ones was Berlin, without doubt. That city changed my life and my point of view about almost everything.

Last January at Berlin

7. For some reason, I never seem to read about your love life. Are you with someone? Anything juicy to share with us?
Hahaha! So lovely! Well, i don't like to talk about my private life, but sometimes I've say around here that I've got a boyfriend, and for almost two years right now! His name's Micky and he works in a comic store, but he makes some toy art and illustrations in his free time. He's so great and I really love him so much; I don't know if destiny has something prepared to us, but at the moment I feel so great with him ^_^

8. A film, a song and a poem.

A film: In the Name of the Father
A song: Good morning, herr host, by Mando Diao.


A Poem: A Margarita Debaile, by Ruben Dario. It's my favourite poem over all, my mother used to read it for me every night when I was a little girl.

9. What do you love in your life?
All the wonderful people I've meet and from who I learned, good things and bad things. From my family to the latest persons I've met, I really believe that everybody teach us something in our lifes.

10. What thing don't you change never?
 Everybody says about me that I'm a really brave person, because I'm not afraid of doing things alone in my life (like moving from one city to another alone, for example); so I guess that I always want to be so brave.

11. Are you really happy?
At the moment it could be better, but yes, I'm happy. And I'll be more happier, I know :)

12. What is your favourite clothes?
I guess that dresses, all kind of dresses! I love them so much, specially if they've got a fluffy skirt!

13. You know, for some reason, even if I've been reading your blog for a long time, I can't seem to remember what exactly you do. I know that you are just finishing your degree in fashion (I believe?) and that you're doing your final project. Though, could you tell a little more about that, and if you do anything else at the same time?
I'm a psychologist, but I've been studying a Coolhunting degree for Fashion Industry for about six months. I ended it last week (finally!), so at the moment I'm searching for a job... and I wish I could get one soon, I need it!

14. I'd like to know where you see yourself in one, three, five and ten years. 
 In one year, maybe I'll be here, at Barcelona. in three years, maybe in Berlin or Stockholm. In five and ten years, Stockholm, Stockholm. I want to move to that city with all my soul, it's where I want to raise a family and live until I'm old. And if it is working in what I like, better!

15. Why did you started your blog?
At the very beginning, it was a place where I could express my poetry and feelings, and I was writting it in spanish; but about a year ago I started to write about fashion and my daily life because it was a very sad place, and I didn't want to look like a sad person, because I'm not; so I started to do what I do now, trying to write about inspiration and happy things.  Of course not everything in my life is happiness, but there's lot of bad things outside there, so why I sould share sad things? the world is full of gorgeous things too, and posting the good things that happens in my life makes me appreciate them more.

16. What fashion style do you think is the predominant right now?
It depends on where you look, but on the streets it's summer, and I see lots of floral prints and beach style in the streets of Barcelona; but also some romantic looks with straw hats and lovely dresses. I think that in the future we'll go into a minimalistic style, due to all the extreme styles we've seen in the first decade of the new century.

17. What do you do now and what do you want to dedicate in the future?
As I said before, at the moment I'm searching for a job, but also I'm writting for some trend webs, as Trendguide.com or Trend Hunter; I'm a part of Vice Bloggers Network and I've made some collaborations with some magazines as Showdown magazine or My Buffer Guest.  In the future, I'll like to work as a coolhunter, of course, and maybe writting for some fashion magazines, not only about fashion trends, but about social trends too.

18. Wich hair dye do you use?
Actually I use the light red from L'Oreal Excellence (I think that's the name), but I'm thinking about using something more orage... what do you think?

19. Which geographic region most influences your style?
Japan and Sweden; I've got two inspiration folders on my computer with pictures of both countries and bloggers, magazines and clothes from both places.

Some of my inspiration: Dolly Fashion, Mori Girls, Elsa Billgren, Elin Johnson, Sandra Beijer...

20. What do you like most about underground fashion?
The feeling about there's no rules on it; no matter what you use, it's always changing; and that's the most greatest thing about it!

21. How importat to you is having a blog?
Well, now it's a part of my life, because thanks to my blog I've met lots of gorgeous people from all around the world, and not as in facebook or another social network; blogging is an exchange of experiences with those fantastic persons, a way of learning more about others that social networks cannot provide right now.

22. What is, if you have a defined one, your philosophy of life? How does your day to day bases?
I base my daily life in two wimple quotes:

"Don't imitate, innovate", by Hugo Boss
"Wonder is the essence of life", by M.C. Escher.

For me, these two things are the most important in life, and I repeat to me everyday, tryinf to find something that wonders me and trying to find originality.


So, here you've got, I hope you enjoyed reading this as I did answering!! And thanks again!!

In love with Mori Girls, inspiration for the next generations.

If you had a house in the middle of the forest, won't you dress like the mori girls? I simply love this style... Layers of old vintage clothes, sometimes too big for you; boots, lovely hats, flowers in your hair, pocket watches... a mori girl loves fairy tales, animals, nature, summer, autumm, winter and spring.

(read more about this lovely trend)

The begining of the movement is dated in 2007, and it is suposse to start at Tokio, Japan. If 2004 was the year of the Yamamba fashion, these subculture could be a contraposition of the excentric Mamba movement.

They use beautiful textures and fabrics; cotton, floral themes, and complements inspired in mother Earth. They claim a coming back into our ancestors, our origins; a childhood between the forest, running free. With the smeel of the wet grass, the taste of the home cooking meal, the warmth of the fireplace and the stories of our grandmothers.

The first 10 years of this new century has been filled with stylistic excesses and a decadence that has confused and left without guidance a generation eager to find their own image. About to release the second decade of the twenty-first century, new trends show preference for simplicity and eclecticism that lead us back to the austerity of country life.

So, are the Mori girls from Japan the future trend of the actual generations? Of course, we can't know about this, but I'm sure that this would be a trend in the future years. Nowadays, we can see some of these strokes in the current collections of brands like Zara or especially Oysho, preaching with romanticism the return to nature.

I was inspired today by these lovely girls, but the weather was a little bit strange, so I couldn't wear all the things that I wanted.... anyway, I'll try it again, because I love it! By the way, you can find some of these lovely inspiration here.

 Did you know about the Mori Girls? What's your opinion?

A part of Much Love love Monday.