Every once in a while, I like Kanye.


Maleficent – Once Upon a Dream


Remember “Sleeping Beauty”? Well, now you’ll learn about Maleficent. I absolutely cannot wait for this film.

Also, pay attention to Lana del Rey’s rendition of “Once Upon a Dream”. Something wicked is coming!!!!

your 20s


~ in your 20s ~

1. Fuck things up, you’re allowed to.
2. Worry about what will you wear for a dinner/concert/event.
3. It’s ok to like clothes. It’s ok not to like them.
4. Get an education, whether it’s a college education or a self-education doesn’t matter. Just, LEARN THINGS.
5. Be curious. Life is just beginning.
6. Learn how to be independent, but allow yourself moments of dependance. It’s ok to look for your father’s advice every once in a while.
7. Appreciate your parents. Appreciate your family. Appreciate your friends.
8. Learn to differenciate between real and casual friends. It’s ok to have both, but learn the difference between them.
9. People will let you down. Move past it.
10. Being family doesn’t always mean you can rely on each other.
11. Practice EMPATHY.



It occurred to me today that maybe we use clothes as an armor. It would make sense, because we spend hours (more or less, depending on your obsession with fashion) deciding what to wear, and WHEN to wear it.

We’ve all been there: you find a perfect piece at the store, and you decide you’re gonna wear it in your next big appointment (job interview, date, first day of school, wedding…) Do you think it will make you more you or that it will simply help you stand? An outfit can make you walk down the street being confident, or on the contrary, it can make you want to run home and change. Again, please, it all depends on the attention you pay to these things.

I’ve been thinking about this as I’ve been wearing my father’s clothes lately. For me, they’ve become my armor, they give me confidence and, somehow, I feel like I’m honoring him. I think it could be a way of trying to “absorb” some of his essence (his way of dressing and, hopefully, some of his morals). I’ve always loved big sweaters, so now is my chance, right? I think that an item can have a special meaning because of the previous owner (vintage clothes, anyone?), but I also like the ability these have to change our mood, our perspective, even if it’s just for the while we wear it. There are many songs about girls wearing their ex-boyfriends’ sweaters to sleep, as a way of reminding the past relationship; vintage-shoppers love the feeling of endless possibilities when they go inside a vintage shop (shoes, trenchs, blouses, all with a special exclusive meaning).

At the top of my mind is Alexander Wang, a designer who seems to bring this “clothes as an armor” premise to his designs. He’s one of my favorites. The structured pieces remind me of heavy armors, and the metalic textiles, of chainmail.





Alexander Wang Fall/Winter 2012
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Now, where’s my sword? I’m ready to go out to kill dragons, wrongdoers and save damsels in distress! Or maybe, I’ll be ready to save myself.

There is someth…


There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction -every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and that excitement at about a million times an hour.

excerpt from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.