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Bienvenidos de nuevo!!

Hace mucho que no escribo, pero esta es una ocasión muy especial... Me encuentrob escribiendo desde la Mercedes Fashion's Week!!

Es mi primera visita, con mi sister y mis primos, esto es impresionante!

Como en todos lados hay gente de todo tipo, ves a los más fashion de Madrid, y de España probablemente, y tienes de todo, como en todas partes...

Vengo de colarme en el desfile de Teresa Helbig, el desfile impresionante, toda la ropa chulisima

Me encantaría enseñaros las fotos, pero eso lo dejo para el siguiente post...

:)

Raphael.

Et dans 150 ans, mon amour, toi et moi.

En un siglo veras y no te acordaras de la primera arruga de la cruda verdad.

Et dans 150 ans, on n'y pensera même plus

a ce qu'on a aime, a ce qu'on a perdu.

Gaspard.

I'm not gonna be the person I'm expected to be anymore.

Summer.

Una tarde de Julio...

Una fuente...

Una sonrisa...

Un vestido...

Un bolso...

Una foto.

-Cada uno tiene una forma de expresar su estilo.

Las barcas del Retiro durante la puesta de sol... ¿No suena a comedia romantica? Sisi, aquella tarde todo tipo de parejas hacian cola para pasar 30 minutos en la charca. Habia adolescentes enamorados, parejas con hijos y los abuelitos (si, esos que cuando los vemos todos pensamos: ¡AAAAHHHH QUE MONOS POR FAVOR!)

El parque estaba lleno de gente caminando, otros haciendo genialidades y otros simplemente predicando, nadie sabe el qué...

Bajamos al Palacio de Cristal y encontramos un pequeño espacio de césped para sentarnos, fue amazing. Alli sentadas pasamos 2 horas, hablando, riendo y comentando.

El vestido que a penas se ve en la foto es de una marca francesa, rosa de amebas, precioso. Digno de ver. Los bolsos no les damos muchas vueltas; Fun&Basics FOR EVER (aunque tambien los hay muy chulos en H&M).

Las fotos cortesia de nuestra Francesa, que ya tiene 17. :) Te quiero.

Merci.

Otra vez.

Over and over again...

Recuerdas las diademas de princesa que solías llevar, pues es el momento de volver a llevarlas.

Trenzas del color de tu pelo en Accesorize y H&M.

Esas diademas estrambóticas que lleva Blair Waldorf (y solo la Queen B puede llevar) en H&M, Zara Accesorios y Accesorize.

Tocados para bodas, comuniones y otros eventos en À MOI.

¡Todo tipo de tocados to go PARTAAAAAAY!

European Summer

El verano ha llegado preparemonos para las nuevas tendencias.

Busca colores profundos como el verde de un bosque, el amarillo, el naranja o el azul del mar.

Se fiel a las rayas y a los puntos que tanto nos han gustado este año: pontelos en pantalon corto o en el biquini.

Y sobretodo no olvides lo bien que sientan los monos de pantalon corto.

Haz como Kate: ve a por los escotes grandes, ¡luce tu moreno!

¡Pero sobretodo sigue el ejemplo de estas Europeans y date una vuelta por el mundo!

The Format.

All the girls pose the same for pictures

All the boys got the same girls hair.

Well I am bored cause I feel much older,

Look at me as if I got a reason to stare.
But you talk so loud, that it calms me down.

You're crying, "let's make a toast!"

dntknwhtshppnnng

Why?

This isn't Notting Hill lovers are not for ever. This isn't Sex and the City friends never say what they really think and they DO leave you behind.

When are we going to face it? NEVER? Are our friends enemies or to good for us?

Women like us should say what they want.

Knowing the other one like yourself or better doesn't mean she is the perfect friend, does it? I mean is she unique or are there any others? Why do we lie? Going is not a big deal, having new friends is not changing your life for forever...

Maybe we all are those "sluts" who are fun and cool all the time, but when we have to choose we turn to the new things forgetting the past and what real friends do for us.

Fool me...

Strike the pose.
Vogue

Bobby.

This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives. It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours. Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet. No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason. Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded. "Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs." Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire. Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them. Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul. For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter. This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all. I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered. We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers. Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence. We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge. Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution. But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can. Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.

Chloé.

"I have been struggling furiously all my life to be independent."

Stella McCartney

I don't want to be a movie star or be famous; I just want to do a few good movies and maybe move some people.

Chloë Sevigny

Living in New York City gives people real incentives to want things that nobody else wants.

Andy Warhol

"Gunpowder, Treason and Plot"

Clémence Poésy

“I believe modeling is a combination of natural talent, the ability to adapt to different situations, hard work, and most importantly, luck.”

Anja Rubik

Lets make love and listen to death from above.

CSS

Tell me more.

If I say I love you would you say "I do",
If I say the sea would you just say "blue",
If you see me falling would you please catch me,
And if you see me leaving would you follow me.

My mama told me you can sing like a bird,
And you and you and you could get all the girls in the world,
But it's for you ooh ooh,
That I made that rock'n'roll band for you,
Rock'n'roll band for you.

This ain't Hollywood, life is never that good

She won't come back with love in her sack.

Not a single picture of you in her wallet

The letters you wrote aren't pinned up her bed.

Well, I admit it looks a bit like Hollywood
and life would be better if I would
This ain't useless and this ain't fake
So try to be the one, for god's sake.

I'm like a king without his queen,
The poet without the spleen I'm like a captain without his men,
The writer without his pen.

Ben Bailleux-Beynon (lead singer, guitar)

Fabrice Detry (bass)

Cesar Laloux (drums)

Él me lo hizo

Podría cancelar mi arroz con leche.

Cosas que pasan.

Bueno me voy, ya tengo lo que queria, gracias.

Cada vez que voy a dormir a casa de Tulia ocurre una historia nueva, a cada cual mas divertida.

Te esperas ir allí, ver una peli, pasar la tarde como se suele decir, pero es que Tulia y yo no podemos evitarlo, ¡nos morimos de la risa a la mínima!

Esta semana fue de confidencias, le conte mi mayor secreto, El incidente y tonterias que no venian a cuento. Ella me habló de antiguos cotilleos que yo no sabía y de sus pequeños incidentes. Pero lo importante fue la tade que pasamos porque no habíamos empezado a hacer nada y ya estabamos a punto de hacernos pis de la risa.

La tarde empezó con Sonsoles gritando por la ventanilla del coche "Qué feo! Parece una paella!" y luego preguntandonos que si ÉL no nos daba repelus, por supuesto dijimos que ¡SIIII!

Pero la cosa no termina ahí, llegamos a su casa y nos probamos ropa, me dejo una ropa chulisima que me pondre MUY pronto.

Pasamos una tarde divertidisima viendo Scary Movie 3 y Sex at the City. Y a la hora de dormir quiso crear una nueva frase como muchas otras y surgió "Él me lo hizo". Nos reímos tanto con esas tonterías... Por la mañana nos despertó el vecino con su repetitiva música y le odiamos con todas nuestras fuerzas pero bueno, que le vamos a hacer...

Nos fuímos de compras con su madre, que es encantadora, y hablamos de que yo fuese amiga de su madre y no de ella, y nos reímos de la idea, pero antes de irme su madre me dió un beso y me dijó mañana te llamo por la mañana te parece bien? Tulia, claramente, no podía creerse lo que estaba pasando y yo me reí como nunca. :)

Gracias Tuls por este finde.

Siempre querremos a Cenutrio aunque ya no este entre nosotros.

Because

Because you're my sister.

Because you are always there

Because we were ment to meet each other.

Because my life wouldn't be the same without our stories.

Because only us are MUJERES DE LA FRESA.

I can't wait to see you.

He is our Psicopato.

Once we were London.

LONDON

FASHION + STORIES

It's a long long story, I don't know where to start.

We've made our own mistakes, and gone down different paths.

Our dreams are in the air.

SOMEDAY SOMEDAY

If you ever feel lonely,

I'll always be your star.

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

I LOVE YOU