light my fire

I'm in love with the lizard king

I made this t-shirt last semester, I was taking an art course featuring screen painting and stencils, mostly in fabrics but I did a lot of them on paper too.

I'm starting classes again this Saturday, can't wait! Although I think I'll start printing t-shirts with my own designs this time... some of my weird drawings maybe... stay tuned for pics...

drawing room: the celebrity

back to school.. unfortunately not the school I wished for..

so.. I started school again this week.. I've been picturing this moment so different, it just kills me to see I couldn't "use" the wish I got granted... in case you are wondering, I'm talking about the scholarship I won on July, the one with the fashion design contest at Spain... I cried about it a several posts ago...

Today I got an email from the school, asking me what was going on, why wasn't I in Spain already... I just couldn't answer.. I still feel I've got a tiny chance to make it happen... I must be expecting too much of life.

I still can't figure out why did I win?, why would anyone win a scholarship to their dream school and not be able to use it!.. it's like my golden ticket out of here, my road to "dream come true" land!.. why can't I go??! this opportunities don't happen twice...

I'll have to settle with my local school.. which isn't bad, at least I'm learning a lot, but it's not Madrid or London am I right?.. haha I'm such a complaining little hobbit.

Anyway.. tomorrow I won't be going to school though, I'm going to San Diego, yeay!

My cousin's moving there this weekend and I've been helping her out with her new apartment... like buying things, organizing, cleaning, unpacking, designing the room and stuff... it's cool.. besides, I'm so doing some shopping.. there are a few things from urban outfitters I've been meaning to buy.

what's on "your favorites"?

There are a lot of things you can tell from one person just by looking inside their bags, inside their cars; their collection of DVD’s, books or magazines; where they live, the way they dress, the music they listen to… or even the type of web pages they save on “my favorite’s” folder; don’t you think?

The other day, a friend and I where talking about “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” (have you watched it?, I love it!). He just discovered this 2004 movie and completely became obsessed. I remember I felt the exact same obsession when I watched it; I started looking for the movie quotes, pictures, scenes, layouts, poems they mention, bla bla bla.. Anyway, the point is I saved all this web pages on My Favorite’s folder and they’ve been there for years.
I told him and then we went on and off about our personal favorite sites; bottom line, you can really get to know a person just by finding out what kind of stuff they’re really into; the stuff they spend ours looking at on the net, the kind of stuff they never want to miss or can’t find the nerves to delete from their lives.

I think we’ve come to a point when our computer’s database is even more important than our real actual database called human brain. How can we easily forget random things and move on, but still can’t find the courage to send pictures, files, web pages, songs or movies into the recycled bin and delete them forever… what has technology brought upon us?!

Anyway, I already went beyond my point with my last argument. I just wanted to share what I’ve got saved on My Favorites folder from my Internet Explorer Browser. Maybe you’ll get to know me a little better and perhaps share what you’ve got there too.


MY FAVORITES:

http://somethingshidinginhere.typepad.com/
http://blog.urbanoutfitters.com/blog/
http://theskinnywebsite.com/site/
http://www.instyle.com/instyle
http://www.teenvogue.com/
http://www.marthastewart.com/
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/
http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/index.jsp
http://www.whowhatwear.com/website/home.php
http://streetpeeper.com/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/36493521@N05/sets/
http://www.atpworldtour.com/
http://www.facebook.com/
http://www.rafaelnadal.com/nadal/es/home
http://www.fredflare.com/customer/product.php?productid=2683&cat=366&bf=hs#
http://www.notcouture.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page
http://www.newschool.edu/parsons/
http://www.parsons.edu/

drawing room: shoes

the only thing that never lets me down......

"..my collection of shoes"

the girl in the tower

GIRL IN THE TOWER

By Ivette

Years slowly passed by,
All she could do was cry.
Everybody knew who she was,
But never adventured to come close and see for their eyes,
See the most beautiful girl of all.

She never knew different than what she saw inside that tower,
And could only imagine what was out there from the view of the window;
The window in that tower of doom,
The same window that served as her only connection to the outside world.

She had to understand why she had to stay there,
Her mother had carefully explained her,

“You are too pretty to be compared with other girls,
You are too fragile, just a single sneeze could damage you,
You need to rest more than other people do,
You could go blind in the night, it is too dark;
You could fall down and be left alone unfound,
You will be tricked by many men; you don’t know what they are capable of;
You could go sick with a just a bite of fish,
You can’t swim,
You can’t dance,
You can’t run,
You can’t jump,
You…….. you are much safer here with me,
Inside this tower that will guard you even when you sleep”.

She had heard them all,
Every single day her mother came with a new excuse,
Every single day she woke up with no chances to win her cause.

There she was,
The most beautiful girl of all;
No one ever came to save her,
No one ever cared to see her.
She was bound to be left alone,

Poor girl,
All she wanted was to live,
All she asked for was to leave,
Leave those stoned walls,
Leave her mother's thoughts,
Leave all security behind,
What is life without some risks?
What good is there if you never live?
Might as well end it now.
And there she stayed;
And there she jumped,
And there she died.
The most beautiful girl of all
Now lied on the castle ground.

just a thought... and a very freaky one

What is "normal"?

Who says something should or shouldn't be normal?

Who has the power to do so?

Just because the majority of the population does one particular thing doesn't make it normal;
just because the minority of people don't do it doesn't make it different or "not normal".
Maybe the minority is the normal group,
maybe the majority is totally wrong, but they feel safe because they are more, they unite and stand up against the less numbered.

I don't think anyone can judge what is or isn't normal...
nobody thinks the same way,
one thing may appear acceptable for some and it may be totally corrupted to others..
when you get to that point, who wins?
who is the normal person in a situation like that?

I've been thinking a lot about this lately...
I never considered myself as someone totally "normal" or from the average population;
but then again I wonder... what if I'm normal?
what if the rest are the different ones in a larger number, making us think THEY ARE the ones in the right path.. the ones in charge.. the normal, mind healthy, human beings...

Who can answer this question?

Who are the normal ones?

What is normal?

Who says so?

la cebra

I made another dress a few weeks ago but never posted anything; yesterday was the first time I wore it. It's kinda simple but the print does it all, I love animal prints way too much.

I decided to accesorize it with a yellow belt around my waist, I think it contrasts great with the black and white print and the little red detail on the neck.

I decided to make the seam line look a little bit brighter... I think red works great.

And the outfit wouldn't be complete without shoes, right?..

I pared this zebra dress with my black altered sandals; YES, I said "altered".. by me of course. I was getting kinda tired of them and was about to give them away, besides I've had them for too long; but I gave them another chance...

I thought about studding all the black leather strings on my sandals and voila!.. They look awesome! It's really easy to do, any one can make this...

drawing room: Marie Antoinette's birthday

obsession du jour

OK... I've officially become obsessed with leather accesories. I spent my whole afternoon working on leather bracelets; I decided to leave some of them simple, just the leather alone; and added different studds to others.

I liked them all.

you've got me wrapped around your finger

I've been working with leather a lot lately... I made some bracelets and necklaces in the past.. but this week-end I decided to experiment a little; I adventured into the rings department.

Take a look at the pictures.. they're all leather rings adorned differently with buttons, beads, gemstones, embroidery, etc... love them or hate them?

More photos on my flickr site:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/36493521@N05/sets/

drawing room: sinking slowly

drawing room: when you wish upon a star

I feel like

I've been wishing

to the wrong star

all my life...

drawing room: where to?

memory souvenirs

I've been in San Diego, California since Friday so I haven't been able to post anything. In the meantime, I decided to improvise with some of the pictures I already had on my laptop.

These are some fragments of my room; just little things I adore, souvenirs from trips, special presents, nothing big.. things I adore.

Since I was a kid I used to love collecting all sorts of stuff and also I used to take napkins from restaurants I loved, concert tickets, leaves from trees where I played and had a lot of fun.... as soon as I got home I ran directly to my room, took out my journal from the "secret hidden place" and started writing everything about the day I had, including these tiny things I took; just to help me remember every little detail in the future. "I transfer my memories to the pages so my mind isn't overwhelmed with things that won't let me appreciate new things" I used to say.

A couple of months ago I decided to give my room a total makeover; I found a lot of stuff I didn't ever remember having.

My 6 gigantic boxes filled with letters from friends, scrapbooks, my life diary's and journals, agendas, collages, greeting cards, etc... so much love. I also found my sea shells collection, my snapple fact collection, different kinds of deck I remember wanting to start to gather but only made it to three; old drawings, old pictures, vintage sunglasses.......... oh I love when the past comes alive again; a bunch of memories started to wake up in my mind.

Do you collect anything?