martes, 19 de agosto de 2014

Switzerland day 1: Geneva

Gosh, I've been trying to finish this post for a long time. There are also more posts from Switzerland coming in the next weeks and also a post with some pictures from my trip to London in January that I didn't post here, they're kind of a photographic diary. I have actually a lot of drafts right now so I'll be editing them and publishing them most likely in September. The thing is, you really have to be in the mood for blogging (it's a very Holden Caulfield-y sentence, I know), otherwise you'll just end up sitting in front of your computer listening to some song that inspires you waiting for the right words to come - and they hardly will. I don't like forcing words to come out. It just feels like the person who's writing is not me. It might even end up sounding cool but it will end up being something someone else could have written, but not especially me. I mean, you know when you read something and you're able to recognise the author by the writing style? It's something I will always dream of achieving. And I know it's hard to achieve that when you're blogging because it's different from when you're writing a poem or an essay or anything else, but at least I like to read the things I write and feel like I did write them, I don't know if you get my point, however, I'm just explaining the things that are running through my mind right now.
Talking about Holden Caulfield, I finished reading The Catcher in the Rye, and I still don't know what I think of it because I never know how I feel about a book when I just finish reading it, I mean, I have to let a couple weeks go by and then I can think about the book carefully - unless the book is really bad, then I need no time to think. But I liked it, it's not like I ADORED it, but it was good, at least that's how I feel by now, with not much thinking. I'm reading The Bell Jar right now and so far, I think it's lovely, even though I can't distinguish if it's because I admire Sylvia Plath so much I'd probably love anything she's written or because the book's actually really good. I think it's because of both reasons.

Hearbreak Nation is a zine which includes visual and written work about different themes especially when it applies to the lives of teenagers and early teenagers. It’ll probably come from 2 to 3 times a year because I’m at the end of the day I’m a teenager and I need time for my own stuff too. We’ll be asking for specific things and themes and we’d love you to submit! Before submitting please read the Submission Guidelines. In order to avoid some problems, if you’re submitting pictures in which you/your friends appear and you’re underage, it’s actually really important that your parents know that you’re submitting them and that they’re ok with that, it’s also important that the people on the pictures know you’re submitting them (duh).
Since this is our first issue, we aren’t looking for regular contributors yet, we just want to get to know you all a bit better before and take things a bit slow, we’ll probably ask for regular contributors on the next issue, though.
This issue’s theme will be FANTASY: a dream-like summer/trip, love stories, fairytales, mythology, Halloween stuff, witches, fairies, WHATEVER R R. Submit written and visual work.

Talk about us to your friends, spread the word!
x Inés

Also, please, it's really important that you guys keep on submitting, because I plan to publish the zine by the middle/end of September, and I need more submissions. Go to our tumblr to find out how to submit!

Well now I'll stop talking about all these things and just talk about Geneva.

Day 1: Geneva
On the beggining of August I went on a three-day trip to Geneva, in Switzerland. The city is very small, but it has some very cute corners, and the lake is actually wonderful. The weather was also warmer than we thought it'd be. We spent our first day in Geneva, walking around the city and visiting some touristic places.

Le jet d'eau is the highest fountain in Europe and the symbol of Geneva, you could actually see it from many spots of the city and tourists and visitors are allowed to get close to the fountain, even under it if you want to.

  
There were lights and flowers everywhere, the whole city was decorated and there was a fun fair because we arrived there on the days when the festivity of the city of Geneva was taking place.
 
Pictures of a Calvinist church.
 



A cute corner and part of my outfit. 


On our first afternoon there it rained a bit and the sky ended up looking like marble.


I was surprised because the water was actually TRANSPARENT. It was so, so, so clean and I thought it was beautiful that people in Switzerland looked after of their environment so carefully and well.


And here's a silly outfit selfie. Shirt from New Look, Led Zep sweater from P&B.


I also wrote about my bedroom and took some pictures of it for Moon Magic Zine's Teenage Issue, you can read it here.


Thanks for reading,
xx Inés

sábado, 2 de agosto de 2014

Architecture of light

A preview of some things that will be on my new zine and more pictures of pretty, pretty places.
 


 
My friend Inés.




 


My friend Inés again.






 
I like it that I've been busy doing things and doing nothing at the same time these days: I've been to sweet places, and I've been with nice people, but I've lied on the couch and watched tv all afternoon, too. Also, my life is having some changes. I had chosen to do biological school for the next school year and this summer I realised I didn't want that, so I'm trying to change it for technical drawing school.
 

 
Hopefully I'll update this soon.
Love,
Inés 

viernes, 1 de agosto de 2014

How can you swallow so much sleep?

Sometimes I miss missing.
Missing things, people, sounds... because sometimes it seems like I've become immune to some memoriesthat I can stay untouched in front of people who used to make me shiverI don't know, I guess it's time passing by and people growing up and learning. Yet, sometimes I still miss those things I used to miss strongly, with my whole heart and soul, even though now I do it in a more distant wayas if  I was looking at them through binoculars.


These are some 120mm film pictures I took, most of them are really old, like from last year. I finally got the film made and I'm going to be developing the pictures slowly. 

From the top to the bottom: a flamingo and my shoes, one of the most beautiful flower shops, orange tree and a church in Úbeda, a bell in Andahuaylillas, Machu Picchu.


Leak-y film.


The title of this post is the title of a really sweet song by Bombay Bicycle Club, that you can hear here.

martes, 29 de julio de 2014

Ghost lover

We all have the people in our lives we don't like to think of, and even more, we think we are unable to talk of without being cut at the middle of a sentence by a knot in our throats; this happens for many reasons: sometimes people are connected to a certain either bitter or sad memory in our minds,  sometimes people hurt us or we hurt them, or sometimes people leave our lives suddenly and don't even explain why.
 
The people who leave my life too soon are the ones who leave the biggest holes in my heart, because I always happen to feel too much towards those people, either a strong admiration or a passionate love, always connected to the idea that I need that person in my life. 
 
A friend of mine, called A.Z., wrote on her recently published fanzine that meeting new people was the best thing in life, and I couldn't agree more. I'm usually shy, and it takes me a long time to get the guts to walk up to a person and say hi, so when I meet a person who I appreciate, I struggle my hardest to keep that person in my life. This is one of the things I have learned from moving from a country to another: to appreciate and take care of those I have in my life.
 
But sometimes it happens that I try to keep that person inside while she/he's running to get outside (this has happened too many times), and the matter is, as we can't help a person who's not willing to accept help, we can neither force a person to stay near us if she/he's not willing to. We can only be sure of what we want, we can only be sure of what we think, because everything else is out of our hands. When a person chooses to walk away, a huge silence is left inside of me, and it actually takes me a long time to be able to fill that space with new voices.
 
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On my last term of school this year, I've been battling with this feeling while I tried to be able to reach my goals in other aspects such as my grades, my relationship with other people and my artwork (visual and written). But yesterday I was hit by the great feeling that I was surrounding myself with the people who I actually like to have in my life. This is the actual definition of happiness.
 
 
Talking about meeting new people, she's Inés, sixteen and from the Netherlands, but living in Madrid. We recently met and went to the Thyssen Museum to visit an exhibition on pop art/icons, yesterday we hung out again to visit the botanical garden and take pictures, a lot of them will be on the first issue of my new zine, Heartbreak Nation. I highly recommend you to take a look at her blog and flickr because she's truly talented and a total cutie.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You can see these on my flickr too.