Paradis, Moss, Silverstone, Tyler & Winehouse


how to:

1- Live inside an empty pool


2- Do some pole-dancing and remain classy


3- Have a hell of a time during a roadtrip


4- Let your tears dry on their own


or basically, how to be bamfs (bad ass motherfuckers, in case you’re not familiar with the term -where have you been!?).


Life, lately


Winona Ryder & Ethan Hawke in Reality Bites (1994)

  • Been wanting to re-watch “Reality Bites” (1994) now that my own graduation is close. There’s something about those bites of reality (pun intended) that will definitely help me move my butt and properly finish the year instead of dragging myself through the following months, lifeless, craving for the ‘liberty’ that is waiting for me after university. Please note, ‘liberty’ means ‘slavery’ and ‘depression’ due to not knowing what to do with my life (and a degree under my arm).
  • I finished the first draft of my thesis (degree final dissertation) about colonialism and how Britain’s Victorian theatre fucked up with the image of the colonies. It’s 9600 words, approximately, and I’m proud of every single one (kind of).
  • She’s So by Mando Diao is giving me hope for today. I saw the band live back when my city still had the MTV Winter Festival in 2009 and they were pure and divine magnificence.
  • The documentary of “Vivienne Westwood’s London” (2011) is on my to-watch list. Maybe tonight.
  • I wanted to remark how useful and badass are red lips. Painting your lips in a killer red shade always makes you feel invincible. I experienced this last Saturday night, and I could feel my steps burning little holes on the pavement. That’s how confident I felt.
  • Last week’s episode of GIRLS (S03E07) (aired on HBO) made me think about my friends and about that little dance you all should see


  • Here’s to everyone having a great start of the week! cheers!!

Empty house(s)


Suddenly the thing I’ve been craving for the most is not that attractive anymore. I’ve been left alone at home for the day, but somehow I don’t feel like being alone today. It’s weird how one can be wanting one thing for the whole week and then, when the weekend comes and it finally happens, it’s not the same anymore. Timing, friends, is basic!

Instead of curling up in a ball and ignoring all responsibilities, I’ll be listening to playlists all day and trying to finish my thesis. I say, let’s ignore our loneliness and let’s do this!





Let’s talk about sizes, shall we?


Was Marilyn Monroe fat? And Kate Winslet in Titanic (1997)? What about Oscar winner Jennifer Lawrence? Am I to be considered “fat” because I wear a size 40 (European size, it’s a 12 in the UK and Australia and an 8 in the US)?

Sizes should not even matter for us civilized people, but somehow, I still find myself reading disgusting articles about fabulous talented women, in which their “value” is basically reduced to a couple of measures or face features. Why are women still valued for their beauty and not for their brains? Aren’t we in the year 2014??

I’ve been thinking about this today, triggered by the news that Spanish brand MANGO has launched a “special line for the modern woman”, in which they will only sell clothes from size 40 to 52. Violeta, is called. For starters, I was excited. “Nice!”, I thought, “finally a place where the measures of the clothes won’t be more suitable for a 15 years old than for me!” -I’m tired of trying on an “L” size and then finding out that it didn’t stand for “Large”, but for “LOL you don’t fit here, fatty”. But, what can I do, if I have a wide back and wide hips?

Going back to my point: the special size store. The new line by MANGO seemed to be a nice place. That was until I found the website and scrolled through their items. My first thought was: “ok, if it’s for “young fresh women”, why is all too classy?”. [Classy as in simple lines, simple clothes, timeless items] It’s totally ok, I love those kind of clothes but, can’t women of sizes 40 to 52 dress in trendy clothes? Can’t they be a bit risky?

Talking with my great friend B, who knows more about everything than me, she instructed me on how women who wear big sizes normally prefer to be discreet, so the classy items are the solution for them. That is why these kind of stores promote those silhouettes. She also spoke about the cost of making a size 44 leather jacket -the prize would go up and users would not buy it anyway.

Now, what do you think? I’m thinking that… well, I bought my first and most prized leather jacket at Mango. I still use it. I love it. It was expensive, but I love it anyway. It was a gift. And it doesn’t fit me that well. It’s a size 42 and I can’t zip it because it’s too tight. Now, I’m telling you: if I spent over 100€ for that jacket, why wouldn’t another woman like me do it -with even more reason to do it, if it was one who actually fitted her?

PS: Nor Marilyn, nor Kate, nor Jennifer were fat. They were/are stunning women who I admire for many other things apart from their weight/looks.



People say “Jesus, take the wheel”,
but lately I’ve been taking it.
I’ve been driving around a city
and through roads that never before
had been as winding as they appear now.

I’m taking the wheel and running red lights,
missing stop signs and accelerating at the wrong times.
I try to pay attention, and almost
always, I conquer the signs,
I drive safe.

I’m taking the wheel,
yet I feel like I’m failing.
So what if I may need a bit more time?
So what if I didn’t see the stop sign?
I will finally conquer the road.

Oh, I will.