domingo, 25 de enero de 2015

A visual love letter: La Movida Madrileña

La Movida Madrileña was a cultural movement that took place in Spain, especially in Madrid, after the death of Franco and the end of his regime, in 1975. It is characterized by youth, freedom of expression and underground movements. 

Yesterday I ended up talking about this with some friends and I though I should write a post about some of my favourite photographers. Enjoy.

1. Rossy de Palma by Pablo Pérez Mínguez, source unknown 
2/3/4/5/6 by Miguel Trillo (x)(x)(x)
7/8 by Ouka Leele (x)
9 by Alberto García Alix
10,11 by Pablo Pérez Mínguez (x) (x)
12. Celia and May in Rock-Ola, Madrid by Miguel Trillo, source unknown

sábado, 17 de enero de 2015

Hoping for the best

Missing Lima has become part of my routine now that I got back from Christmas holidays. Missing the people I love, missing the small Virgin Suicides-looking house and its beautiful garden, missing how I feel when I'm in Peru - how careless, rested, calm I feel. Missing the christmas tree set up with butterflies and birds decorating it, missing the view through the window, missing the noisy, annoying kombi honks taking people from one corner to the opposite one of the city. Lima has always been home, too. Yet, I don't feel sad. People tend to think nostalgia has to be sad. It doesn't. When I miss people, places, things, I do it in the happiest way to do it, it's not even bittersweet, it's just a sweet, pure feeling. I find myself in the people that surround me and I also do it in the people who are far. I like remembering, and that doesn't have to mean I live anchored to the past. I like the past as much as I like the present, the past is, indeed, a big part of the present.
So as much as I miss Lima, I like being back to Spain. I love my city. I like being able to catch the underground and be wherever I want to be, whenever. I like being with my friends, my family and the people I love from here, too.  I like being in my own bedroom, having my CDs, books, clothes next to me instead of inside a bag . I like walking around my neighborhood early in the morning. I like winter. I like how free I feel here. I'm happy for living here. I'm thankful for 2014, for all the moments, the places, the people - also, for all the words. I'm positive, in a nutshell, I feel like 2015 is going to be something big - I hope it is.

On these last days I've been having a more balanced routine: I've been studying, enjoying the fact I still don't have too many exams to read a lot, hanging with the people I love and staying out of some social networks, besides from reducing my time on the internet. I'm talking especially about Twitter here. I was already a bit tired of it, mainly because I've been noticing how hard people try to become someone they're not, to make people believe a certain image of them. And even though I can easily handle that, I started to get slightly upset by reading certain things people tweeted, and I don't intend to change anybody's way of thinking - neither am I the world's babysitter nor everybody has to share my opinions - so I chose to distance myself. Sometimes people radiate the wrong kind of energy and I simply don't want that negativity - not in my life, not in 2015 or ever again.
I read South of the border, west of the sun by Murakami, and honestly, it wasn't my cup of tea. The way the book is written and the descriptions are generally beautiful, but the book itself didn't surprised me at all. In fact, I did hope it was much better because I'd been listening to a lot of people talking about how good Murakami is. I firstly intended to read Tokyo Blues but I couldn't find it on the book shop, so I bought this one instead. And maybe Murakami is actually really good and maybe Tokyo Blues or Kafka on the shore or any other book by him is good, but I can only have an opinion on what I know and what I've read - and I just felt kind of disappointed with it.
Then I read Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell and I could feel my inner teen fangirl shouting with excitement: I-loved-it. Catchy and exciting, I had an amazing time.

I've also been editing the fanzine a lot lately and having ideas about it, brainstorming about ways to improve it, buying decorations and scanning things. There's still a lot to do, though. Remember that if you feel like submitting your work, this edition's theme is BELIEFS and you can find more information about it here / instagram: @heartbreaknation. And of course, if you have any doubt, don't hesitate to ask me.

These pictures are from the last week of holidays, when I got back to Madrid and went to the Archeological Museum of Madrid with my friend Inés.

All pictures by Inés van Berkel. 

I wore a round-neck shirt, red doc-martens-look-a-like shoes amd small brown bag from H&M, a denim jumpsuit from Bershka, and a baby blue sweater with daisies on it from Kling. The coat was borrowed from my sister.

The videos above are from an acoustic concert I went to last night, the band's called Pol and I've been in love with it ever since sixth grade, but all their gigs were +18. I'm so glad I could finally see them.

Hope you have an amazing day, I plan to struggle with trigonometry all weekend.
Much love,

jueves, 8 de enero de 2015

How Sassy Changed My Life

Looking back, I think I’m able to state I entered pre-adolescence way earlier and differently than the rest of my female classmates. My gate to a certain pre-maturity was, indeed, feminism, which I was lucky to discover through punk music. I usually say feminism has always made sense for me, but the truth is, it didn’t even exist in my life until I was in sixth grade.

My 12th summer was spent on a camp along with two friends from school, and, by that time, I was reading Girl Power, by Marisa Meltzer. Girl Power was, in fact, the first book I’d read about feminism, but it gradually became more than that, it became sort of my feminist encyclopedia. Marisa Meltzer taught me about feminism in the 90s music scene from the very first beginning of Riot Grrrl to the rise of the actual concept of Girl Power, thanks to the Spice Girls. However, besides the musical knowledge I acquired, I also learned basic concepts like what the waves of feminism were. The book had such a big impact on me during the camp nights in which I sleeplessly devoured it, that now I can thank it for having become the feminist I am today.

Such big admiration I feel towards that book and Marisa as well, that I couldn’t be more excited to read her first book, How Sassy Changed My Life, written with Kara Jesella. In fact, when it arrived on the post, I was shaking with impatience: I could only think of caressing its pages with my fingers and reading each and every word with the same passion I felt when reading Girl Power.

How Sassy Changed My Life includes the story of Sassy, the teen magazine, from the very first beginning when it was still just an idea in Dolly Magazine lover Sandra’s mind, who hired Jane in order to start her plan. In Jane’s own words, Sassy was a magazine for ‘girls who didn’t want to completely reject mainstream culture but didn’t want to completely embrace it, either’.
Sassy created a whole new concept of commitment with its readers, which can be easily understood by their articles, which taught girls to think as individuals and not to fit any idea in other people's minds of who they should be. But aside from the down-to-earth, polemic articles, covering sexuality, feminism, among other matters, Sassy celebrated being a girl and a teenager, and all it included was embraced and not ridiculed.

However, I don’t plan to keep on talking about the book, or Sassy, or whatever, because I’d really like you to read it, but while I was reading the book, I couldn't stop thinking how it would be to have a Sassy-kind of magazine now a days – but then I remembered some words on the book:‘upon meeting a fellow Sassy fan, we feel like we understand something essential about that person: their life philosophy, what their politics might be like, what their artistic preferences are, what they were like in high school, what kind of person they wanted to grow up to be’ and I thought, ‘Wait, but isn’t this what Rookie is all about?’ 

All scans from

Yes!!!! Tavi in a Sassy t-shirt!!!!
Picture from

(While I was doing some research about the book, I found this article from The Style Rookie about SASSY and HOW SASSY CHANGED MY LIFE. And god, look at the date, it's from 2010. I feel so late on everything. Tavi was cool and liked so many cool stuff way before we even knew those things existed.)

(However, Tavi has written over 100000 times about her love for the magazine and Rookie has even an!!! interview!!! with!!! Jane Pratt!!!)

sábado, 3 de enero de 2015

Age is an honor, it's still not the truth

I'm so late with updating this blog, I'm really, really sorry. But on the other hand, I'm not. I've been enjoying myself so much on these last days that I haven't even thought of updating my blog. However, happy 2015 and christmas to all those who celebrate it! I do hope you had an amazing time.
As I mentioned on a previous post, a part of a collection of pictures I'm still working on was featured on a blog called Sincerely Isabella. Here's more of it.
distance breaks the heart / distance heals the heart
wild green: my soul is awake
in the morning light I will blossom
with my scars as monuments
and my body as a shrine:
there's a riot in my soul
When it rains the sky g l o w s
in hidden colours / don't speak
this silence is louder than us
Pictures by me with help from my sister Lucía.
Words on the poems by me too.
Some updates:
Thanks for reading,
xx Inés

domingo, 21 de diciembre de 2014

It's a drunken midnight on the street, brightly dusted with a neon light

Ahhh, where to start? This last week has been INTENSE. And by INTENSE I mean filled with feelings, most of them contradictory: the impatience and boredom of the eternal last week of class before christmas holidays, and also the nameless feeling of happiness because you realize you're hanging out with people you like, doing stuff you like and enjoying it all to the fullest. I couldn't be happier with how everything's going right now.
On the picture above, Sara getting ready for the photoshoot at KFC.
I was nominated by the lovely Morgan at The Flame Dame (infinite thank you's!) for the Liebster Award, so here's it:
What is the best compliment you ever received?
I can't remember the best one, but physically talking, I was once told I ressembled Isabelle Fuhrman.
If you could be a burrito, what kind of burrito would you be and why?
This question breaks my heart, why do I have to choose??? I love them all, but maybe the beans and rice burrito from Taco Bell, because I really like beans, they remind me of when I was a child.
If you could have personally witnessed any event in history, which would it be and why?
I don't want to sound desinterested in history or anything like this, but I just keep on thinking of important events and damn, I wouldn't want to be there personally (yah, I'm thinking of the French Revolution here), so more than an event, if I had to choose, I'd choose to witness a movement called La Movida Madrileña, which is basically Madrid's youth in revolt in the 80s.
What is your biggest blogging inspiration and why?
I'm so predictable, but Tavi, obviously. I mean, she's the reason why I started blogging. But I read an endless list of blogs and they all inspire me.
When you're down, what cheers you up?
Since it's the holidays, what is your favorite way to celebrate and why?
I live far away from a big part of my family, so family and friends, always always always.
What song is on repeat for you right now?

I miss these guys.

If you could meet your favorite author, actor, singer, etc. who would you want to meet and why?
Ahh, too many people! If I had to choose a singer, I'd say Cassadee Pope because she was my main obsession during such a big part of my (pre)adolescence - when I was obsessed with pop punk bands - but when it comes to writers, Sylvia Plath or Cortázar.

What is your favorite color, and what is your favorite color to wear?
I have three favourite colours: black, blue (turquoise) and purple, but my favourite one to wear is definitely black.

What/who is your spirit animal?

Right now I can only think of this video.
What is your favorite thing about blogging?
Feeling free to express yourself, getting inspired by people, feeling like you can inspire too.

I've done this quite a few times, and it makes me so happy to still be nominated, but I always end up nominating the same blogs, so feel free to do this is you want to, I nominate all and each one of you.
Last week I was featured in the first edition of Sincerely Isabella's  art collective, you can read it here. Here's the second picture of the photoshoot I previously posted.


Modelling, styling and make-up: Sara, Alba and me.
Pictures by me - some of them by Sara, Alba and Sandra.

Thanks for reading,
love xx

domingo, 14 de diciembre de 2014

Girl Squad - part 1

Thanks to Alba and Sara for modelling.
Styling and make-up by Sara, Alba and me.
Pictures by me (except the two pictures in which Sara and I appear together, which were taken by Alba)

I'll post the second part of the photoshoot soon.

lunes, 8 de diciembre de 2014

The moon is hiding in her hair

On Saturday morning I went to Kling's wild sale with my friend Ame and now I'm wildly poor but in love with life and clothes. I got the prettiest brown, medium length coat; a retro pale pink dress, an orange furry coat and the loveliest pink shirt with lace. I also bought my sister a gift for her birthday which I won't mention what is just in case she ever stalks me and I end up spoiling the surprise, heh.
I'm obsessed with Saturday's outfit even though it wasn't a big deal, just because it makes me feel like a Powerpuff Girl. 

Can you notice how lighter my hair is, now? I was planning to get blonde streaks and decided to take my DIY skills to the hair area, since I had no money, which ended up being a mess because I could only achieve getting light brown/gingerish hair streaks. I'll try to do something about it during xmas vacation. Maybe embracing it and getting even more gingerish streaks? It's way too long, now, though, I have to get a haircut - this will probably happen when school's out.

Rain coat: Quechua // Shirt and sweater: Primark // Pants: Bershka // Shoes: shoe shop in Fuencarral // Socks: H&M


Honestly I couldn't be more impatient for xmas vacation, mainly because I miss my family really bad.
Here are some pictures of pretty things to inspire you and get you through the week (I have joined the Cosmos madness)








“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” Carl Sagan || Cosmos