viernes, 28 de noviembre de 2014

The earth has music for those who listen

Two of the things I love the most are art and nature. When we studied the romanticism in class, we learned that artists used to see nature as a reflection of their own feelings. 
This is how I feel about these collections: they're telling me a story.

Alexander McQueen FW'14





Iris van Herpen SS'14


John Rocha FW'14



Dolce & Gabbana FW'14


Alberta Ferretti FW'14


Valentino FW'14



All pictures from Style.com / Nowfashion.com / Tumblr (unknown url, if you know the source, feel free to tell me)



INSPIRATION

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'Melancholia' screen shots by me.
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Thanks for reading,
xx Inés

domingo, 16 de noviembre de 2014

Do you still think you don't need feminism?


I need feminism because I was waiting for my bus at 10 pm, wearing black jeans and a baggy jacket, when a drunk man got next to me telling me to smile because I was beautiful, asking me if he could tell me something, making remarks about my body. I need feminism because earlier today when I was leaving home a nearly 50 year old man told me to smile and waved at me. I need feminism because two weeks ago I was eating chocolate donuts in front of my house, wearing flip flops and a hoodie, when a man catcalled me. I need feminism because my sister was buying chicken at the supermarket when the sales assistant waved at her. I need feminism because some months ago I was coming back home at 6 pm and I saw a guy masturbating on the street and when later I told my friends I was scared they said public masturbation was something natural. I need feminism because one day this summer I was at a park with my friend and a grandpa asked us why we weren't hanging out with boys. I need feminism because my friend told a group of boys to stop telling racist jokes and they asked 'Why? Have you had a black boyfriend or something?' assuming the only reason she has to respect a race is because she has had a boyfriend that belonged to it. I need feminism because I'm tired of people not having a clear notion of what this word means and considering it a negative movement, because it makes me extremely sad whenever a girl tells me she'd never consider herself a feminist. I need feminism because I want to be able to come back home without fearing for my safety. I need feminism because I dream of a world in which girls don't have to adapt themselves to the saint/slut game in which women always lose. I need feminism because when I was still a kid I overheard a conversation against feminists because 'they were proud of being sluts who didn't shave'. I need feminism because I've seen some of the best people I know being called murderers by declaring themselves pro-choice, while some of the homophobic, sexist and racist ones were considered such good, kind-hearted human beings by saying they were pro-life. I need feminism because during a recent conversation about sexual harassment some girls pointed out that "those things don't really happen". I need feminism because a case about a fake rape report becomes more famous than the millions of true reports there are. I need feminism because I'm tired of the stereotype that assumes feminists hate man. I need feminism because consciousness about harassment and safety are important. 

I need feminism because, as my friend Inés always says, I'm more than my body.
I need feminism because I care about equality, freedom and respect.


domingo, 9 de noviembre de 2014

We can whisper things, secrets from our American dreams

First of all, my friend's project, a website called September Issues, which I mentioned on my previous post, has been successfully realeased! On Friday, my first post as a contributor was published, it's called "An answer to all the racist comments I wasn't brave enough to reply". The title itself breaks my heart, the text talks about my love for the places I've grown up in and having to deal with racism, especially when it comes to having a different accent or not being able to pronounce some sounds or words. You can read it here.
Also on Friday, I hung out again with my friend Inés, and God, I swear it was one of the weirdest days of my life,  but also one of the best. We started the afternoon at a Norwegian art exhibition and a cute café, and ended the night eating Korean food and laughing really loud at a park. It was random and crazy but extremely beautiful at the same time. I took the polaroids and Inés wrote about it and edited the post for September Issues. You can read it here.
Picture by Inés v. B.
Since we're talking about contributions and collaborations, I just sent my collaboration to Alyson's zine club (GOHS). I'm not sure but I think the zine will come out around December. I'm really excited about collaborating with so many people lately! If you have a zine or something and you'd like me to collaborate with something, I'd love to, honestly. I'm kinda busy lately with school and all the stuff that's going on, as always, but I'm trying to find my balance so everything can go well.
On Saturday morning I came back to Madrid's center to have breakfast and go shopping with my sister. I bought a cute velvet top and a jacket, both of them vintage.


Denim Jacket: Zara / Shoes: Converse / T-shirt: thirfted / Black jeans: Bershka / Beret: Accesorize (I swear I feel like Cher from Clueless whenever I'm wearing a beret) / Scarf: thirfted.
Oreo cake owns my heart.
Here you have the polaroids we took. It's my first instant film so I'm still learning how to properly use my camera, but I'm so in love with the fact I don't have to wait weeks until I have enough time and money to get the pictures developed! It's really easier to work and make art now.









This post was really short and basically an update of my life lately, I'll write something more interesting soon, I promise.
Thanks for reading!
xx Inés


lunes, 3 de noviembre de 2014

I was told writing is not a way of evasion. I wonder what it is then.

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Some days are unbelievably hard. Now's the time when I get back to using this blog as a diary, and I'm not sure how to feel about it, sorry I guess. But today's a heavy weight on my shoulders and I just feel like word-vomiting my whole life story to anyone who's willing to listen. There's a knot in my throat telling me off because I always end up getting sad over the same old reasons. It's not that I have a certain masochistic attraction to sadness. I hate being sad. God, I swear I do.
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I'm exhausted of my way of loving and the way people receive this love. I'm not even talking in terms of a romantic relationship or anything right now. Just in general, the way I relate to people and stuff. I feel like I always give so much of myself to everyone I think deserves my love, and in the end turns out people are not aware of how much of my being I am putting on their hands. I can be so independent when it comes to certain things but there are times when I feel like I depend so much on people, when I feel so vulnerable that I need to be looked after. I've been carrying tons of words inside of me today while I felt like most people simply didn't care about what was squeezing my heart and making me feel uncomfortable. And I end up finding myself coming back home to a cup of tea and wishing I was someplace else, trying to avoid the fact I should find the guts to tell people that I don't deserve the way they are giving back my affection. 

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 I try to feel better by reminding myself that there are still people who care, and listen, and try to help and understand, and that I should try to surround myself with those people as much as I can, I'm lucky to have them by my side, on the other hand.
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'Become, who you are.'
Sometimes other people are better at putting what we feel on words that ourselves. Just amen to each word on this text.

❝ When you come home tonight, I will not be there. On the sideboard there is a note that says “I am tired of wearing my heart on my sleeves for you, I’ve taken it back.” Look, it’s exhausting to love you like this. I would have stood outside for you if I knew you’d pass by to open the door for me but my fingers are cold and you’re just standing at the window trying to decide if you can be open enough to let me in. I don’t know if you can or know how but I know that my hands are tired of reaching to empty spaces. God, it’s not okay for you to love me when it’s convenient or when you’re not busy. It’s not okay for you to not try because you know I’ll be waiting there for you anyway. It’s not okay because your cold is seeping into me and I used to be throbbing once, I used to be a fire. I don’t know how to give less of myself to someone. I don’t know how to be half full or half feeling so when I said that I would have stayed with you, I meant it. I don’t want to have to be anything less than I am but I can’t stay with you anymore. Your arms are perpetually folded. Mine can’t reach far enough to keep us both warm. I’ve tidied your clothes. I’ve left you milk in the fridge, but I won’t pick up your calls anymore. I’m closing the door gently behind me, I’m not coming back, I have to look for something warmer. ❞—— Azra.T   “You can’t love me with your heart shut.” 
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