moved on indefinitely

I've grown out of this little place.

I may or may not ever be back, we'll see. But for now I'm leaving this as it is.

Thanks to all who read.

peace & love,

Angela

p.s. I am leaving you these hippies and this cow-horse to ponder in my absence.

tumbling

I'm doing it.

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Dear Mr. Howard Zinn and Mr. J.D. Salinger

Each of you contributed to my intellectual growth in ways only you could have.

Thank you for adding your beauty to the world, thank you for sharing yourselves with us while you were here.

Dear Mr. McQueen

I hope with all my heart you are in a happier, more peaceful place now. 

Thank you for giving us so much beauty while you were here.

so there's snow when I want summer

And everyone is pissing me off. Nothing seems to be working out for this coming semester, and I am more than slightly annoyed. Fucking spanish school system, fucking controlling Au Pair mother, fucking snow, fucking schedules, fucking everything. Even the weather is pissing me off. 

I just want to wear tiny shorts and cut off shirts and lots of beads and nothing else.

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estamos cambiando

Doing this as soon as I can get my hands on some pink hair dye. Any recommendations?

after the apocalypse

 I was thinking today about what I would wear after the apocalypse (actually that's less likely than a third world war, or chronic global environmental change, or the depletion of natural resources, or, or, or) and was simultaneously preemptively feeling thankful that I know how to garden, and sew, and knit, and spin yarn, and do a multitude of other completely useful things.

After the world has come to an end I envision myself in draped black materials paired with heavy leathers- sort of bike-gang tough mixed with dark enchantress. I'm thinking swaths of soft but durable blacks and greys, with a good amount of leather and metal thrown in in forms of pants, jackets, and embellishments. I also think that in a post-apocalyptic world the sort of clothing you'd need would have to have lots of secret pockets, so the draping would be very useful for little hidden compartments.

I did some sketches, because I was bored and sketching sounded like fun:

And then I got dressed in this:

I really wish I had more skill with a camera, because I promise this looks way better in person. The scarf/hood thing is all drapey and looks sweet, but in the photos it's scheiße and you can't see any detail. Oh well. 

I've also been thinking about how to incorporate more dramatic shapes into what I wear, and I like how this really boring sweater worn upside down gets all boxy and draped at the same time.

p.s. thankxxx everyone for the comments on the last post, I sometimes just need to vent, and if I'm gonna do it anyway, why not do it here?

Raquel + Pugh + Gaga

OH MY GOD. AMAZING.

watch: the process & the performance

(scroll down the page to see where to watch the process)

pure fucking genius.

on toughening up and pointlessness

There's been these discussions in my life lately of how pointless fashion blogs/my blog/blogs are in general, and for some reason it's really gotten under my skin. Not sure why, but there you go. The conclusions that I have come to from those musings are these: I need to get a thicker skin, and not give a damn what people think; and yes, they/you are right, my blog is completely and totally pointless.

But I really don't care, because I like it. I like looking at the pictures I've posted, I like posting new pictures, I like writing about silly bullshit like my emotions, I like reading some responses that I get. I guess I've realized that this is more a place for me to document my own compilations of things that inspire/interest/bother/gross me out, so that I can see them in a nice pretty row. I like that. I like seeing that I have readers too, because it fuels the narcissistic delusion that complete strangers give a fuck about what I think is aesthetically pleasing/what I look like/my emotions.

The boyfriend thinks the blog world is creepy. I sort of think so too. It's like we're all either lonely and unsatisfied with our real lives so we have to create this fantasy world of web friends and a cyber personality, or we want to feel famous and known for something. I may or may not feel either of these ways. I think what I want is to project my thoughts and musings into the world and have people listen to them, and pay attention. Of course, not many people do, and for that I am thankful. If they did I would feel self inflated and grandiose. At the same time I am like, fuck you, look at me! I'm just as awesome as all these other people in the world! So I guess that's why I still have this blog, and still post these posts.

The point of this story is, I need to get the fuck over myself, and learn to deal with the haters. If you enjoy my blog, good, I am happy that some part of me can make some part of you think, or be inspired, or even continue your comatose addiction to the streams of repetitive "fashion" blogs suffocating our cyberspaces. If you don't like my blog, me da igual, I don't give a shit, if you don't like it, don't look at it. And, in all honestly, my blog has no content of importance, but I don't give a damn, I am going to keep on writing like I'm writing, and picking photos that I like, and posting here, because I like playing with the narcissist in me.

And to top off this post, here is an unintentionally brooding photo of me in a bathtub, with a french beer.

teensy tiny

I really appreciate this.

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a blog full of no content

And so many thoughts swirling around in my head. Thinking about things that have been said to me, people that I've seen, cruel words, kind words, questions, aspirations, commitments, failures, what it is that I really want. 

Maybe I am not focused enough, maybe I want more solidity in my life. I am feeling (again) like I want to start my own life, I want my own apartment and my own garden and my own kitty and my own lover, I want to make things with my hands, to feel grounded and content, to feel like I have an anchor to my life, to not feel like a child, depending on other people any more. 

But at the same time I am so happy with what I have here, Spain, my ever increasing and improving Spanish, the friends I have made that I will have for forever, the freedom, the carelessness of being almost 21 and sexy. The growing realization that it is incredibly true that the more I see, the less I know. I am yearning, yet again, for what I do not have, and I am forgetting to step back and survey all that I do have. What I have is a brain in my head, muscles in my body, and a heart in my chest, and soles on my feet, and with these things I am content. 

I will always strive, for one thing or for another, but right now, what needs to be striven for is the nourishing of that peace that is found in the nooks and crannies of my body, the recesses and labyrinths of my soul, the steady beating of my heart, because fear is taking over me, and this I cannot tolerate.

...you should go read apricot tea...

when internetz are not to be found...

...I photoshop lame things like this:

I actually really really suck at using photoshop, even after having a class on how to use it. 

I bought a dress yesterday from Mango for $even euros (whooo rebajas!!) which somehow reminds me of this type of galaxy photo, even though it's like faded blue stretchy material, which actually should probably remind me of the 90's rather than stars. Whatever. 

On an unrelated note, I think you should go check out ALEX'S BLOG, because he has a funny question posted, and you should comment on it, because I want to know what you think too. Oh kay? Oh kay.

EDIT: I am fully HTML/computer/technology retarded, I just figured out how to make my images bigger when I post, and it made me really giddy and happy for a second, before I realized that in fact I am retarded for not figuring this out earlier. Whoopsy. Anyway, enjoy.

I want summer & pink hair

this photo has nothing to do with anything, other than the fact that I like it, and would wear that outfit. summer please? also, I found it saved on my computer, so if you know the credits tellllll me.

It always ends up that I have some great idea, like dying my hair light light light pink, or cutting it into a teensy little pixie cut, but am too scared to do it at first. Then, wouldn't you know, that very trend shows up in magazines, and blogs, and runways, and is 'so trendy', and then I don't want to do it because I don't want to follow mofuckin' trends. BUT I still cut my hair into a teensy pixie cut like 2 years ago or whatever, and now I think I may as well dye my hair pink. I mean, I always talk about doing shit for like 3 years before doing it, so maybe I should wait another year, until the trends have died down, and then do it? Anyway, all of this silly muttering is completely unnecessary, I am just the most indecisive person in the universe, as Alex knows.

On an unrelated note, I miss writing on this bloggifer, don't you miss reading my pointless ramblings?

oh yeah hell yeah

I want black-magenta lips.

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a woman who kicks the ass of all other women

my momma, when she was 18, walking across the USA in the name of the environment and native peoples.

my mother is (one of) the strongest, most peaceful, adventurous, hippyest, lovingest, best women I have ever known. Thank you momma, for being who you are, and making me who I am.

killing it

the sartorialist seems to be killing it lately, in the best way possible. usually I am not a huge fan of the style of outfits he shoots, but there are some badass looks from milano right now. I sorta want to wear this outfit while simultaneously marrying this guy, while he's wearing this outfit. sexy sexy italians.

fridaze

yes please

let's go get our nipples pierced.

via.

wearing black&causing trouble

it's the only thing i've been doing lately.

via.

i like your body girl

I want to be this chick. She's got it goin onnn.

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