7/30/13

EVERYTHING, NOTHING, ALWAYS, NEVER.




An amazing song which describes exactly the feeling and the images that still linger in my head ever since MELT festival.

I never thought I would be the kind that would talk about festivals in such devotional ways, but I guess now I know what those 3 paradise-like and responsability-free days feel like.

I guess it's simply just about the fact of looking around, seeing your friends smile, and know you're all feeling the same damn thing.

SERVING, SOLVING, SAVING.


I don't know why but the mix of these two lined up after each other yesterday at the thriftstore just gave me really fierce visions.

Arrangement was done by my of course since they were both on separate shelves. But to my eyes they just belong together, on a shelf, in an expensive lux LA house next to a Warhol.

YOU KNOW HOW YOU ALMOST FEEL LIKE SOMETHING'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN? BUT IT HAS TO HAPPEN?
-Azealia Banks.

THE ART OF QUEER PRESSURE.










Just a little shout out and homage to mexican wonder and cool kid Roberto Sanchez. Everytime I end up wandering around his IG I know I will be busy double-tapping my screen for a while. His sources of inspiration are, besides very close to mine, just immaculate and on-fucking-point.

And instagramming is just one of the few things he gets done well. If we are to talk about his on-pointness, his collections are just another proof of it. His S/S 13 for example is my favorite collections of his by far, so many things I'd die to possess and LOVE!

Previews of his upcoming S/S 14 have already landed the realms of IG for all of us to 'like'. And by the looks of the appliqués, prints and accessories I can almost already asume I just love what's about to come.

7/9/13

HEADLESSNESS.


Effortlessly cool” is a lot of effort. I can definitely tell you that. I also feel like “effortlessly cool” and “naturally cool” are two different things. “Naturally cool” is not effortless. Swag comes from within. -Akeem Smith.

BAMMMMMMMMMM

I've missed out on too many of my favorite things in the world these last months.

But thank God to Tumblr, infinite scrolling and archives I'm back on track!

Here 3 shots of what seems to have been an amaaaaaaazingly styled shoot by one of my favorite stylists, the NY-based Akeem Smith and shot by Shiraz Ansari. This boy sums pretty much everything I thought I would look like when I grew up. I'm 22 and still waiting to pop all of this.

Akeem often styles for the delicious and elevatedly chic sports/streetwear HBA, the anti-fashion online institution DIS magazine, Interview magazine and also did a story called FIFTY SHADES OF CRAY for Bullet magazine which you TRULLY need to google right now.

To know more and everything about Akeem's work, his ways, looks, work ethics and the way he says he's pushing the boundaries of "ghetto fashion",which to his opinion has "classed up" in many ways, read this interview with The Cluster mag.


WITHOUT MEMORY, IS PAIN TRULLY "PAIN"?


7/8/13

THE ILLUSION THAT MAKES LIFE BEARABLE.


I love this picture my mom made of me on the day of my graduation last saturday.

And not only because my silhouette is very hero-like, fresh and floaty, but also because it sort of resembles this clear image of school right behind me in a metaphorical way, and me walking in a place where I have no idea where I'm heading to but I definitely feel excited to go to.

I hope you guys are as sick as me (or, of me?) talking about graduation, but believe me! this was it!...this was that last step to wrap the whole shit up after so many presentations, shows and exhibitions.


This other picture is the one of my mom, at an even younger age than mine on the year of her graduation too; june of 1986. I thought would be lovely to share it next to mine since my mom had it as her profile picture on facebook and I didn't even know it was her till she told me so yesterday. My mom, whom unfortunately dropped off school to raise us, is very proud of my achievement which I totally dedicate to her!

And well, Depeche Mode cause WHY NOT....just another obsession my mom passed on to me from her youth.

DEAR DEARS

HOLY OTHERS