31.12.2010. Have a happy new year...

People are going to label you; it’s how you overcome those labels. That's what matters.

'To be nobody but yourself- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else- means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.'

E. E. Cummings

blue Coco.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” - Roald Dahl

Have a merry Christmas you all!!! :)

what I told you in the dark

Hay cosas en la vida que son perfectas de principio a fin.

Desde luego, vestir de rojo y rosa (y naranja, si se tercia) no es una de ellas. Desastre, devastación, el fin del mundo. Alguna vez has soñado en blanco y negro? Y con John Lennon susurrando aquello de que above us, only sky? Bueno, digamos que esa es mi idea de un sueño perfecto. You might say I'm a dreamer, pero supongo que eso es lo que nos queda cuando los días no son perfectos, sino más bien todo lo contrario. Cuando sientes que adoleces de una especie de alergia horrible al mundo, a la gente, a las farolas, a los ornitorrincos, a todo lo que se te ponga por delante. Cuando no contestas a base de ladridos porque, bueno, porque no te educaron así.

Entonces, arquitecto de sueños, creas un mundo basandote en lo mucho que has vivido y en todo lo que te queda por vivir. Y al final, siempre encuentras lo que buscas. Solo si comprendes que el tiempo, puede ser más tiempo, y conviertes cada segundo en una eternidad. No hibernes. Cada día, cada amanecer, es único. Olvida lo que piensan, olvida lo que dicen, olvida lo que son y lo que quieren que tú seas. Escucha la música del tiempo, bienvenido a un país mágico en el que todo es posible.

Y al final, siempre encuentras lo que buscas.

the flood.

Where the thunder turns around they'll run so hard we'll tear the ground away.

Although no one understood, we were holding back the flood,
learning how to dance the rain.
We were holding back the flood they said we'd never dance again.

most expensive bra on earth.

“Regret comes in all shapes and sizes.
Some are small like when we do a bad thing for a good reason. Some are bigger like when you let down a friend.
Some of us escape the pain of regret by making the right choice. Some of us have little time for regret because we′re looking forward to the future.

Sometimes we have to fight to come to terms with the past, and sometimes we bury our regret by promising to change your own ways. But, our biggest regrets are not for the things we did, but for the things we didn′t do.

Things we didn′t say that could′ve saved someone that we care about. Especially when we can see the dark storm that′s headed their way."

Special thanks to Sunsun for the text, to Sara for all those horrible things she says to me (in spite she loves me so much, deep inside), and to Favila, whose blog and great drawings you can see here

http://pencilfaces.blogspot.com/

just for challenging me, and for not believing I don't use rubber! (actually I don't)
The drawing (featuring Adriana Lima in a diamond Victoria's Secret bra) is currently property of my grat friend Jose. :)

Have a nice week you all!

I'm fine.

you know what? the average person tells 4 lies a day or 1460 a year, a total of 87600 by tha age of 60. And the most common lie is: I'm fine.

Have a wonderful weekend :)

sartorialist.

Gaga-ish

Just DANCE.

Fearing those medicine exams... :S

As I don't have any spare time to draw anything worthy, I have to content with uploading these sketches I did all over my Medicine papers during class.

So, I hope your week is better than mine... thinking about Genetics exam on Saturday makes me feel a bit sick.

Someone said the secret rhythm of the universe is the rythm of love. And I wonder if that person knew Medicine scholars, because... sadly, no love here. The secret rythm of the universe isn't secret, and it's obviously based on exams. That period of time in which people don't laugh, or admire sunsets, or dress up. People don't sleep, either.

-Rest? I'll have plenty of time to rest when I die. (that's the most graphic answer I heard)

People just study, and eat. And study.

Let's hope I never forget there's life beyond exams...

One of the few men.

Men in denim and leather. And Doctor Martens. And that hair... Talking 'bout cool?

paradis.

2.55, to be used without moderation.

and God created the Woman.

She was a dreamer, an idealist, a romantic, a revolutionary; she could be ingenious and frustrating, passionate and provoking, conquering and generous. She was everything youth involved: a woman full of poetry, art, ambition and determination.

the wide legged pants, part 2

Buy you a pair. Or steal them from your boyfriend's/brother's wardrobe. They're new, different, and add tons of personality to your look. Here, with two of the basics of these seasons: One. The white tank top with oversized shirt. Two. THAT bag.

Just lovely, isn't it?

Many of my friends find it risky and difficult to wear those trousers. Different, maybe. But why would you want to go unnoticed in the crowd if you were born to outstand??? I see no reasons.

just rock it

some (many) times it's not about clothes, but attitude. lots of it.

Clubmaster.

Rebelde. Atrevida. Cosmopolita. Masculina y... tan mujer. Aquella que te mira, intimidante, inaccesible, desde detrás de sus Clubmaster. De Ray-Ban. Inconfundible, su tupé, siempre como recién levantada, aunque sabes que de espontáneo, ese peinado, nada. ¿Conoces a alguien que cuando entra en una habitación, todo el mundo se da cuenta? Ella es así.

"Has nacido artista, lo sé, se te nota en la cara, tienes mucho poder. No dejes que nadie al pasar, te mire a los ojos, tú debes mandar..."

See success and its outcome.

For around 10 or 15 times a day, I dream of being a true fashion designer. I imagine myself walking between all that fabulous women wearing my own designs. And the critic loves me... and everybody wants to wear my clothes... and then I wake up from my daydream and continue studying human physiology.

Once upon a time

Once upon a time, summer ended and I made my way back to the university. Back to stress, to Medicine, to fashion and to friends. And I met Sara again, who knocked on my bedroom door with something for me: a kind of paper pencil to create shadows when drawing. I'm nearly ashamed to say I've never seen it in my whole life, but it seems to be a basic between artists. I'm definitely in love with it. And this is the result.

To wear or not to wear, that's the question. Shall we try again that T-silhouette Decarnin (from Balmain) rescued from the 80's?? The answer is yes. Yes to our adored Christophe Decarnin, and to that sexy black dress.

But also to that wide legged jeans many of us fear to wear. They're incredibly in. No fear of chic! Thank you, thank you sooo much! To Sara with

Friends... Pablo, summer story.

Great friend in great Panama hat (which, have to say, is mine). There we were, waiting for a long summer, it just seems it was yesterday!

I'm really fond of this drawing, although it seems that, from now on, every man who wants a portrait will have to shave first! I spent ages drawing that beard...

Alba Again.

Introducing my best friend in my favourite dress. Called "Nacho López" dress after a great friend of mine who's inconditional follower of this design, I simply love it. I think it binds the elegance of a long dress with the sensuality of a short one. Perfect to show off long summer legs.

Not many more things to say, are they?

"...She acts like summer and walks like rain..."

Remembering... last sketches I found.

Septiembre. Me guste o no, el curso ha empezado de nuevo. La estresante, la absorbente, compleja y fascinante Medicina vuelve a ocupar mis días y, pronto, también mis noches. Muchas novedades y cosas que no cambian. Quiero renovar mi armario con las últimas tendencias! Aunque, analizando pasarelas, caigo en que muchas cosas de las que ya tengo sólo necesitan un twist para formar el look más trendy. Mientras preparo un post con lo más de este otoño-invierno, vuelvo la vista atrás por última vez, a todos esos dibujos garabateados entre apuntes.Pocos trazos... con lo básico, supongo. Hablando de básicos, nada como la silueta T para representar lo que llevamos el año pasado (y que puedes reciclar!) Chaqueta de tamborilero o el eterno y socorrido blazer, con pitillo y melena salvaje. Virtualmente infalible.

Dreamin' bout legs

Home

Siempre ha estado ahí. Como el mar. Como esas ensaladas veraniegas de mi madre en pleno invierno. Inconfesable e ineludible. Etérea y a la vez intrínseca. Morriña.
Dicen que nosotros la inventamos, y que no tiene traducción. Normal. La descubrimos cada día; y hace mucho tiempo que dejamos de intentar explicarla, porque nunca sabrán del todo lo que es. Es… una concha grabada en piedra en un lugar remoto: camino de regreso a casa. Es una sonrisa amplia, una melena al viento, siempre que se aderece con ese acento dulce que tan bien conocemos. Dicen que cantamos. Que subimos y bajamos, pero no se sabe adónde vamos. Nuestros viejos leen las nubes y han aprendido a respetar al mar. Te contarán mil historias de otro tiempo. Del pasado que llevan dentro. Muchos emigraron. Pero cómo no regresar cuando cada día sientes la llamada del mar, etérea y a la vez intrínseca. Tan dentro. Morriña.
Dicen que somos supersticiosos. Exportadores de meigas. Importadores de leyendas. Por nuestras páginas pasó Hamlet y también Sinbad el marino, de la mano de Scherezade. Mil y una noches en las que los caballeros de la Mesa Redonda buscaron el Santo Grial por el mundo para terminar encontrándolo en nuestras tierras. Cómo no.
Puedes adivinar el pasado en las piedras gastadas de ciudades milenarias. Y sentir el futuro en el aire. Dicen que somos emprendedores. Porque además de meigas y de caldo gallego, exportamos moda. A Milán, a Londres y a París. A la Quinta Avenida. Toda fashionista que se precie puede bucear en su armario y encontrar al menos diez prendas made in Arteixo, La Coruña. Cerca de lo que los romanos llamaban Finis Terrae. Porque para qué quieres un imperio si día tras día deseas volver a asomarte al balcón del Atlántico. Mejor quedarse.