a fresh new start

New Blog

I had been contemplating the idea of starting a new blog for quite some time. 

I can't really explain why, but this one doesn't really feel exactly like me. Although I guess I could start shifting it into a new direction, I've always liked the idea of having a fresh new start. 

So there, visit my new blog (I promise to be a better and more constant blogger). Please update me if you have me on your blogroll. I will be sure to link everyone I already have here on my list. Let me know in the new blog if you want to exchange links.

Much love. J. 

- blue converse and back in business -

I  just got my blogger's bug all over again. 

I don't know where it 

had gone before, but lately, it feels like its back. Hopefully for a while.

I guess its because I feel my style is slightly c

hanging lately. I'm not as drawn as I was into cute skirts and blouses, but actually feeling like adding some colour to my daily wardbrobe. And wearing pants for a change! And.... Converse?

Never really thought myself as a converse wearing girl. Or as someone who could wear shoes this colour. But here you go. Times are changing and so am I.

(I think many changes are coming my way - not only clothes wise of course - will let you know if I sort them out, I'm just really thinking about them 

at this point. But let me say this... big changes!)

Won't write much today - I've got a lot of things to hand in tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to post at least once eve

ry two days and hopefully someone is still reading this. 

Love, J. 

(there they are by the way. the bright bue shoes. whatya think? I knitted the scarf, its been a lifesaver this winter. I've got a thing for big chunky scarves... I've come to realize)

(by the way, it seems the picture quality is rather poor. i think you can click on the photos to enlarge them... oh, well. i don't know. my computer skills suck)

i love you, you imbecile

Oh well. My camera died again (I haven't yet bought the camera I really want... I decided to buy a laptop instead!)... so, I don't know when I'll be back.

But isn't this song too cute for words?

Life-changing fiction

So, I read about this on one of my favorite blogs, the girl who married a bear, which is written by Milla. (On a side note, if you haven't read her blog yet, do so, she's in my bloglist. It's just such a great escape when the 'real' world seems a bit too.... mundane).

Milla read about this on one of her favorite blogs, ran by author Lauren Groff. Ms. Groff narates something that happened to another author, Brendan Halpin. You can go back blog by blog to read the full story (told in a much more ingenious way than I could ever possibly dream of) but to make the story short...

Mr. Halpin had used the term "life-changing fiction" to refer to his own work in a post in his blog. To his, Milla's, Ms. Groff's and my surprise, he was approached by self proclaimed NY Times best selling author Karen Kingsbury who informed him the term was copyrighted and that it could only be applied to her own works (inspirational Christian writing if you were wondering).

Yup. That's right.

Life is, indeed, sometimes weirder than fiction. So, I'm joining the sabotage to Ms. Kingsbury pretentious attitude and dedicating this post to what I consider is truly LIFE-CHANGING FICTION.

I encourage everyone who was ever moved by a book created by someone other than dear Ms. Kingsbury should to join in.

So... here's my small contribution to the life-changing fiction cause (in my humble, young and inexperienced opinion). Some of the books I'm mentioning here were originally written in Spanish but have great English translations. I highly recommend them.

By the way, Dear Ms. Kingsbury, this is only a tiny fraction of LIFE-CHANGING FICTION I can think of, off the top of my head and having been sick for the past 5 days. I bet everyone I know could probably come up with their own list and we wouldn't even have the need to start repeating books. That's how many great books there are in this world of ours. That's how much life changing fiction has been written.

Los Detectives Salvajes, Roberto Bolaño.

(The English translation, the Savage Detectives has just come out and was chosen by the NY Times as one of the 10 Best Books of 2007. This book is what I would call ultimate life-changing fiction)

Ficciones, Jorge Luis Borges

So, what has been, in your experience, life-changing fiction? I'm dying to know.

Ever since I saw this image on The Sartorialist, I fell in love with this girl (and her outfit, of course). Its simple and clean, yet with a certain edge to it. Unfortunately, I do not own such a fantastic skirt or such a great top. I can't really think why not, considering I live in the fashion capital of the world... (I hope my sarcasm doesn't go unnoticed here).


Yet, looking through my closets I managed to come up with my own (winter) version of this great great (great!!) outfit. Instead of stripes and dots I thought of horizontal and vertical stripes.

I feel terribly self-conscious in this top. Its way too tight for me, yet I've had it for a year and never worn it before, so I thought it was the right time to give it a try. I've got a fun party to go to now... I'm still considering whether to wear this to go. I feel weird wearing fitted tops.

Later alligator.

(Last minute edit) - I just realized, its winter. So I can wear a long vest over the whole thing to get rid of the tightness factor.

I'm late for the party, so no fancy photoshoping for this photo!

(currently listening to 10 contados - CéU.

check post below)

CéU

I should be back blogging soon.

Meanwhile, you could listen to wonderful CéU and her amazing music.

- for the loneliness you foster, I suggest Paul Auster -

(Sure. I like the flowers and tiny butterflies on this cardigan I thrifted for less than two dollars.

But what I like the most is the soft cashmere its made of)

Fionn Regan, by the way, is amazing. His lyrics are intelligent and heart warming. And I love how he mentions Paul Auster in the Put a Penny in the Slot lyrics. Auster is one of my favorite writers.

I love how Iago always finds a way to sneak into my photos.

Into the wild

I just finished watching Into the Wild, a movie directed by Sean Penn. Many thoughts run through my mind as I write this. I had read the book several months ago and fell in love with it inmediately.

Although I'm more in tune with my mellow side on my day to day life, there is a part of me that knows some of the best things in life will not be found anywhere you can ride your car without any effort. I guess, like with everything in my life, I go through cycles. While I enjoy spending my nights at home, knitting, reading, drinking chamomille and writing, there is this urge that I can't really control (it may go away as unexpectedly as it arrives) to get out of my usual comfort zone. In the seeemingly masochistic act that renouncing to showers, hot food and a comfortable bed might be, there are great rewards to be found. Moreover, I don't think the insightful experiences one goes through when 'out in the wild' could ever be found without this uncomfortableness. It's not only about nature, it's also about leaving behind those things that make us fall into a dream-like state.

I'm not radical on this. I could never be like Chris McCandless, yet, I still think life becomes a whole different experience when one can appreciate sunsets in a deserted mountain or wake up in a cold morning next to a lake. Spend an afternoon on your own on a nearby forest or lake, its too easy to just sit and wait for days to pass.

I'm starting to feel the urge to get my backpack back on my shoulders, at least for a few days. I'll let you know if I decide to go away.

Meanwhile I'm spending my days in the park nearby my house, watching Iago run around in a mad happiness. Oh... and thrifting.

Will show my finds in next post.

By the way, I recommend reading the book more than I do watching the movie. The book is full of great insights by the writer that could, of course, not be captured on screen. Still, the movie is beautiful. Watch it if you get a chance.

This is not a love song

(Long distance relationships are hard. I don't feel like going into detail today, maybe I will tomorrow.)

So tonight I'm going dancing with some friends. This is what I'll be wearing. My friends are taking too long to arrive, so I'm using this opportunity to snap a quick and painless outfit-photo. They are coming to my house first. It's already half past twelve and they are not here, so I guess it will be a late night this time.

A cigarette and a beer will do me good tonight.

(I'm sorry if the photo effects bother you. I hope they don't. I just discovered them so they are fun to use)

After Hours

Being away for so long - it has been almost two months - made me think about the reasons why I started blogging in the first place. Going through some of my favorite blogs I can see different motives why people do so themselves. There are the creative and artistic bloggers, the look-what-I-just-found bloggers, the help-me-decide-an-outfit-between-all-these-options ones, the blogging-as-a-healing-process, the I blog as a way to gain more security on my unorthodoxal style sense.

So, why do I blog? I'm not quite sure if I fit into any of those categories, in fact, I'd say most people fit into more than one of those descriptions.

What is it about for me?

I'm a pretty outgoing person in 'real' life, yet I can't seem to get rid of this feeling of loneliness that I foster. I guess it's because my social persona filters a lot of my insecurities, dreams and contradictions and presents what she believes is a more appealing and interesting version of me.

I have read in a lot of blogs people saying that bloggers act and present themselves differently than in real life. I don't believe this means they are 'faking' the image they present to the anonimous world that is the web, on the contrary, I think blogging gives people the opportunity to experience and experiment with that side of themselves that they usually hide for various reasons. Is the self that you present on your blog more or less real than the one you show to the people you deal with on regular basis? I don't think its neither. I have always been a firm believe that there is nothing such a set and established self, but rather, different aspects of each person manifest in different opportunities.

In that way, I love the opportunity that this blog gives me. It gives me the opportunity to share a part of myself that I usually keep to myself and in that way, get to know who I am in a deeper sense.

Thank you all for the comments. A lot has happened in this month a half - lots of important decisions, I'll hopefully get to them eventually. I think my favorite item for this winter are my red tights. Also, taking this photograph makes me realize what a mess my bookshelf is. Hopefully now that finals are ending I'll have time to fully clean and reorganize my room.

(currently listening to: Kleider - La Capital)

This is not good-bye

Well... It was bound to happen at some point. A few days ago, my digital camera (which wasn't very good to begin with), decided it was time to call it quits.

We've had a short but nice life together - she said - I jus't don't feel there's anything new we can give each other. Its time to go separate ways...

The funny thing is... This wasn't a total shocker. Things hadn't been going great lately between us and I was doing things I certainly felt guilty about. I wasn't really cheating, but I can't admit I hadn't been tempted. Maybe she had already realized what those late nights I spent looking at her meant. Maybe she realized my dissapointed looks whenever I looked at the photos and felt... well, that this wasn't going to be able to go for much longer. In that case, I understand, she wanted to leave proudly, instead of slowly fading into oblivion.

Bottomline is, she's gone. So this blog will have to be on indefinite hiatus until I manage to get my hands on that other camera I mentioned. It should'nt be so long since I've got quite a good editing jobs I'm working at right now that don't make me feel exploited.

I envy bloggers who can keep blogs up with inspirational posts, or presenting beautiful collection of photographys they find online, but I guess that's just not me. The intention of this blog was... well, to share different bits and pieces of my life, and the lack of a digital camera certainly complicates that equation.

I'll still make sure to check my favorite blogs regularly and to keep discovering new ones, and to let everyone know when I'm posting again.

Lots of love, J.

wandering in white

Although I'll be really busy the next following days, I didn't want to leave the blog on its own, all left alone...

So here's an interesting video. A friend of mine is moving to New York to study film direction in a couple of days, and he did a video with fragments of his first three shorts. I was in his first one, so that's me, the girl in white wandering through an abandoned street.

Shooting it was a beautiful experience. Although I don't have the full video, I thought it would be fun to share this. You can't really see it, but where I'm walking is actually located in front of an amazing beach in Lima. It used to be one of the fanciest places to hang out when my father was younger, a place to see and be seen. Nevetheless, because its hard to reach there, it became extremly dangerous during the almost two decades my country spent under the opression and fear of both terrorists and military forces alike.

Now it is pretty abandoned. It never really recovered from those dark times. Yet, it is one of my favorite places in the city, it looks decadent and fascinating. Like time froze. My friend lives in the building right above where I was walking, he has one of the most fascinating views in Lima for next to nothing.

In the cold, cold night

El clima empieza a cambiar en Lima y la neblina y el frio cada vez mas intensos, hacen que andar por las calles convierta instantes cotideanos en pequeños fragmentos de historias de nostalgia. Tardes cada vez mas oscuras, segundos que se alargan con el frio colandose por cada descuido que dejamos en nuestro atuendo.

Siempre me gusto el invierno, siempre preferí el frio, hay una parte mia que no encuentro en las epocas de calor que empieza a manifestarse cuando baja la temperatura. ¿Será por eso que esta falda, aunque de verano, solo se me antoja en el invierno? Quizá la delgadez de su tela no corresponde con como me hace sentir.

Winter is really here. Finally. Winter and the fog that always comes along with it are making my daily night walks become lovely nostalgic moments. Afternoons end sooner everyday, and every moment feels longer, as the cold air finds its way to reach bits of our skin we left uncovered in an unaware moment.

I have always prefered the winter. Could it be right to say I'm more of a winter person? I don't know, yet as the temperature gets colder, I start to rediscover parts of myself that seem to have been asleep during the warmer months.


I guess my life goes in an opposite direction as that of some animals. A part of me goes to sleep during the summer, awakening to enjoy the beautiful winter.


Winter means spending more time at home. And I love to stay at home, and drink some chamomile while listening to my dad's old vynils.

The skirt was made by yours truly. Its has three segments and velvet strips that divide them. There are little pleats over the velvet strips that my camera is unfortunately not good enough to zoom in.

The funny thing is, its a summer skirt. Yet I haven't worn it once during the summer.

Maybe something about it goes better with my winter personality?

Relooking: - The Denim Jacket -

I remember commenting a few weeks ago in somebody's post about denim jackets. Apparently they are the new item everyone is wearing. I don't know... what I do remember saying was that I felt it was a trend I wasn't going to apply to my own personal style. I just... I can't really explain it, but denim jackets don't seem to work on me.

I know, they look great on so many other people. As I commented before on this blog, I don't really follow trends much, so I don't think I could give you the scoop on who is wearing what and how. Something I do know about this trend, though, is that you are supposed to wear them big, washed out and vintage.

I did everything wrong, its tailored, dark and brand new. Yet, I love it.

I think the belt at the bottom makes it look a little bit like a biker's jacket, which is great. I need things like this to take the 'princess' vibe out of some of my outfits.

After a very crazy week, things are finally settling back to normal. I was exhausted and severely sleep deprived.

Its funny though, taking the stress aside, I'm amazed with my career. I love it so much it actually feels wrong to call it that. Reading for my exams, discussing the lectures... I feel like I coulnd't be any luckier. Studying philosophy... well, sometimes it feel so right it makes me feel guilty.

Es curioso, pues a veces me he quejado de lo difícil que se me hace decir aquello que en verdad quiero decir manteniendo este blog en inglés.

Quizá por eso tomé la determinación de empezar a escribir en castellano y quizá posteriormente cambiarlo.Extrañamente, ese tampoco es el método que más me ha acomodado. A veces creo que mi mente funciona en inglés y en castellano de manera inesperada, corre de un idioma a otro sin avisar y vuelve y vuelve a cambiar.

There are some things happening, right now, that have me feeling very excited. I will share a bit more in the future, but right now I'm too nervous to say them outloud.

Brown all over

Si existen los dioses de las compras de segunda mano... ¡este fin de semana se despertaron de muy buen humor...!
If thrift gods happen to exist somewhere... then I'm guessing they woke up in a very good mood this weekend!

Encontre un maravilloso par de zapatos marrones... I found the most beautiful pair of brown shoes.

Confieso que son un poco pequeños y que tan solo puedo usarlos con medias muy delgadas... pero, ¿son perfectos o me lo estoy imaginando?

Yes, they are a bit small, and I can only wear them with really thin socks... but I still think they are perfect, aren't they?




I really had been meaning to get shoes like this for a long long time



Encontre también esta cartera marrón, cómoda y espaciosa... Me recuerda a las que usa mi abuela, tan bonitas.
... Oh, and I also found this lovely brown bag, so roomy and comfortable. It reminds me of the ones my grandmother likes to wear... so pretty.


Finalmente... este collar que combina especialmente bien con uñas rojas y expresiones sonsas.

Finally, this necklace that I feel goes very well with red nails and silly looks.







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I have mid-terms this week so I don't think I'll be posting at least until the weekend. Have a lovely week and don't forget to come back soon!

Six Quirks

When I was tagged to write the six unespectacular quirks about me I was happy, and thought I would do something special. I was planing on doing some sort of scrapbook with written notes, however, my mid-terms at uni and the five books on presocratic philosophy I need to read for wednesday have made me realize that to go through with my plans I would have to wait at least a week more before I could post it.

So... just written text and only in English this time!

Here's how it goes. Romeika (who I happen to think has a blog that definitely worth checking, with her great posts about great movies) tagged me. The rules are:


1. Link the person(s) who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules in your blog.
3. Write about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged.

My six unespectacular quirks are...

1. I drink chamomile. A lot of chamomile. And by a lot I mean between seven or eight cups of chamomile everyday. I even bought a gigantic cup just so I could drink more chamomile everytime I have one. Everyone knows its my thing, and everyone jokes about it constantly.

During the winter I even carry little chamomile bags in my bag so I can have a cup even where they don't have any.

2. On the chamomile subject... I know fresh herbs are supposed to be better than the ones on little bags, but I like the little bags better when it comes to chamomile. I usually don't add any sugar but sometimes I like to throw some mint leaves in and a small spoon of honey.

3. I still have a hard time knowing which one's right and which one's left. Everytime I'm asked to rise my right hand, take a left turn, etc. I pretend like I'm writing my name with both hands. The one that feels more natural is the right, that's how I can tell. I usually try to do it so nobody notices but sometimes they do and I get embarassed.

4. Sometimes I dress like Anna Karina in Bande À Part. She looks so adorable in that dancing scene, with that plaid skirt and the hat. Everytime I do it I really hope someone will notice and tell me I remind them of her.

Someone did once. Its still one of my favorite moments ever.

5. I cry a lot. In silly things. Like dog food advertisements.

6. I got a car, but never got a drivers license. I can't really drive. I gave the car to my brother and got a cute bicycle with a nice basket on the front. I take it everywhere and I haven't taken a taxi in months. In a city as chaotic as Lima, driving a bicycle is a real quirk.

And one more, just for the sake of it....

7. I actually think of my dog, Iago, as one of my best friends.

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Allright. There they are.

Here are the ones I'm tagging.

Diary of Thirld World Fashionista
Professionally Trendy.
Some Notes on Napkins.
Fashion Fake
A Mirror
Dotti's Dots

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And just because it can't all be just text. A nice video, nice music, nice girl, nice dress.

white

Recibí estas medias blancas como un regalo de mi abuela hace ya un tiempo... mi único intento de usarlas había sido mal recibido por parte de algunas amigas y eso me hizo esconderlas intimidada en el fondo de un cajón olvidado.

Creo, sin embargo, que se sienten ya quizá solas ahí guardadas. Ven como todas las demás, sin importar su color, salen a ver el mundo y a andar conmigo. Las rojas, las verdes, las marrones, las negras, las moradas... todas han conocido parques, fiestas y galerias. Algunas han visto anocheceres, otras me acompanaron hasta el amanecer.

Asi que hoy les tocó a ellas y timidamente salieron a dar sus primeros pasos. El mundo les gustó mucho y yo estoy emocionada de poderles ensenar más de este en el futuro.



This white tights were a gift from my lovely grandmother some time ago... my only attempt to wear them went very wrong in the eyes of some of my friends, who critisized them. The event made me hide them, feeling silly, in the back of a forgotten drawer.

I think they might be starting to feel lonely there, its probably no fun, being hidden in the back of a drawer. They have to stay there, and watch all the other tights go out, see the world and walk with me around the city. The red ones, the purple ones, the green ones, the black and the brown ones... they've all know parks, parties and galleries. Some of them have seen the night fall, and others have been with me watching the sunrise.

So today, it was finally their turn, and, although a bit shy, they took their first proud steps. I have to say, they liked it out here a lot, and I can't wait to show them some more of the world.

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The very lovely Romeika tagged me to write six unspectacular quirks about me... I'll try to have that done for tomorrow. I'm so excited!

Red and Black

Pues... me he dado cuenta que a veces me provoca escribir en castellano. Después de todo, es el idioma con el que crecí, y en cuyas palabras se encuentran sutilezas muy personales y subjetivas que no soy capaz de transmitir en el otros idiomas. Es una pena, pues sentía el inglés muy cerca, (muchos de mis libros favoritos fueron escritos originalmente en inglés y de esa manera los leí) pensando alguna vez en la posibilidad de escribir en aquel idioma cuando lo hiciera de manera creativa. La experiencia de este blog, sin embargo, me dejó muy en claro lo difícil que es en verdad sumergirse en una lengua distinta a la de uno. Siento mis palabras en inglés más básicas, y veo frente a mis ojos los conceptos simplificarse, pierden melodía, fluidez, no corren.

Quizá si empiezo a escribir en castellano y después busco traducirlo al inglés no se pierda tanto de lo que quiero decir... quizá. Así doy por iniciado este experimento bilingüe.

Lately, I have realized how much I feel like writing and blogging in Spanish. It is, after all, the language I grew up with, and its words are full of very personal and subjetive subtleties that I have discovered I'm not really capable of finding or transmitting in other languages.

Its a shame since I used to feel English, as a language, very close to me (a lot of my favorite books were originally written in English and that is the way I read them), and I always thought about the possibility of writing in English when I did so creatively. Yet, this blogging experience has showed me how difficult it is to be truly soaked by a different language of one's own. I can feel how my words become more basic in English, and right in front of my eyes, I watch concepts and thoughts become simpler, losing their melodic rythm, they don't seem to flow.
Maybe if I start by writing in Spanish and then re-writing it in English then I will be able to capture better what it is that I want to say... maybe. So, this is how I will start this bilingual experiment...

Mi querida amiga Josefa estuvo los últimos meses llevando un curso de dramaturgía y hoy es la muestra final del taller. Para esto, todos los alumnos presentarán un guión que escribieron durante el taller en una ceremonia de clausura en la Alianza Francesa.

Josefa me pidió que leyera a uno de los personajes del guión.

Me pidió también que estuviese vestida de negro totalmente, aunque con algún toque de color fuerte, quizá una falda con estampados... En ese momento recordé una falda que había mencionado antes en el blog. Una de mis mejores thrifts... aquí está. Ahora que es más corta, me gusta muchísimo, y los bolsillos y botones por delante hacen de ella una de mis faldas favoritas.

My dear friend, Josefa, took a play-writing class the last couple of months and today is the final presentation of the workshop. Every student has been asked to present one short play or monologue they wrote during the class. Jose asked me to read one of the characters in her short play about two sisters.

When she asked me to dress in black, but with a touch of bright colour inmediately thought of the skirt I had mentioned earlier on this blog as my best thrift find so far. The silk is so smooth and the quality is amazing, and now that I've shortened it I love it. I specially love the side pockets and the fact that it buttons on the front.

Lima está ya mucho más frío, así que me abrigué con un saco rojo (nunca me hubiese imaginado! mi amor por el rojo es muy reciente) y una chalina que terminé de tejer hace una semana y que jamás me saco ahora.

Since Lima is already getting pretty cold at nights, I put on a red jacket (who would have guessed... it is only since very recently that I like red... used to hate it!) and a scarf I just finished knitting a week ago and that I can't seem to take off.

Si quisiese cambiar un poco el ánimo de este outfit, cambiaría las leggings negras y las botas por medias rojas y sandalias. Leí en algún blog the las medias rojas son la nueva moda... (la verdad no sigo la moda y las tendencias muy de cerca)... y estas las he tenido desde el invierno pasado, supongo que eso me hace una chica fashion forward, una fashionista! (quién se hubiese imaginado.. yo no!)

For a change of mood, I would change the black tights and boots for red tights and sandals... I read in someone's blog that red tights are the new big trend (I don't really follow fashion and trends much) and I've had these since last winter... I seem to be a fashion forward person now (who would have guessed!?)

Thank you for dropping by, xxx

pretty little things under the sun

This weather is driving me crazy. A few days ago, the sunny sky and the lovely light seemed just right for this summer dress and today, I would have frozen had I not worn socks, shoes, trousers, a jacket and a light cotton scarf (which I finished knitting a few days ago and hope to post photos of soon). It makes dressing in the morning such a hard task!

I only put on the sweater for the photo, it was pretty late in the afternoon and it was getting a bit chilly, it was to hot to wear anything over the dress during the morning.

Anyway... these are my new shoes. I love them. And apparently bows seem to be what everyone is talking about lately, right?

Oh... catching on with the trends...

I wish I could show better photos of the dress, it was such a lovely day that I felt I really needed to take the pictures outside, unfortunately, I have no tripod, so setting the camera somewhere at a decent height was a rather impossible task.

There is Iago... as usual.

This bag has a special meaning to me. It's nothing special, but my mother used to wear it when she was my age and its one of the few things she kept (don't really know why...). I have traded a lot of my more stylish bags for this one, isn't it nice to wear things that belonged to the people you love?

I tried to take a photo of the whole outfit, yet Iago got in the way and my camera's battery died!

xx.

Holly stripes, Batman!

Here's the deal. I love clothes. I love colour. I love fabrics.

I love fashion, but I've never really followed fashion shows or kept a close eye of celebrities' trends. There's no actual reason for this, its just the way its been. Clothing, to me, was always about expressing who I was, and most of the time, I couldn't really find anything out on the streets that I felt identified with. I marched at my own rythm. I gotta admit, this has changed over the years, and I now find some pleasure in experimenting with trends and trying to spin them in my own personal way.

Still, I don't really keep up with the latest trends and I've been rarely seen wearing the 'it' item of the moment. I usually catch up with those a bit too late. While inspiration may come from a variety of places, runways are usually the last source I turn too.

So I was quite a bit surprised about the fact of how much I fell in love with Luella's collection.

After seeing their beautiful florals I went on a flower hunt that hasn't finished yet and started craving for a Batman sweater or shirt. In reality, I knew the latter would be a desire quite hard to satisfy. I don't think Peru is gonna catch up any time with Luella's show and a vintage Batman item was going to be hard to find. Since I don't have a credit card, E-Bay was out of the question.

I kind of gave up. And then... well, I don't really know what happened. I guess the fashion fairies worked hard at night, because when I woke up a few days ago I found a Batman hoodie in my closet! I don't know where it came from. I asked my friends, my mother, everyone, and nobody knows who it might belong to.

I didn't really tell anybody about my Batman fantasy so I don't think it could be a mistery present from someone I know.

So... I don't know where it came from, but here it is! And... I guess it's mine!

I wore this today for a relaxed day at uni. I didn't really plan the outfit, just threw on pretty much the first thing I felt like wearing. I wasn't really sure where I got the idea of wearing my Batman hoodie with a striped top until it suddenly hit me. I had seen it been worn like this, here! Funny how we might not really be thinking about something at a specific moment, yet, it re-surfaces without us knowing!

Thank you for looking!

I have to run to work now!


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