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.