(juana molina)

she's great.

listen here.

www.myspace.com/juanamolina

(today's outfit)

I got this hugely oversized Benetton's sweater for sale. I thought I wouldn't wear it till next winter since Spring has oficially begun.

Global warming proved me wrong. 

I do apologize for the terrible blogging... I promise to be better from now on. 

Currently listening to: Robert Francis - Little Girl

(la jirafa)

If there is one music genre I'm not really a fan of, is reggaeton. 

There is, however, a musician that never ceases to amaze me. Original, irreverent and constantly pushing the limits of convention, Calle 13 is great. I read this great post on one of his songs, La Jirafa, and decided it would be fun to share it. 

This song has been played here for the last couple of years, but I'm guessing there's a big chance you haven't had the chance to listen to it yet.

I won't write much on the song as you can read this great post by reggaetonica. 

The imagery of the lyrics is beautiful - I'll post here the translation (via reggaetonica).

Plant your feet like two roots

with that swing

you'll probably cast a spell on me

Careful

So I don't step of you,

Mamita, with caution

Flutter the cloth

in your grandmother's name

My little cinamon

My little sugar

My pretty Sara (Linda Sara is the name of an acclaimed 1994 Puerto Rican movie)

My hurricane-like storm

My Sait Clare (Santa Clara was a hurricane the hit PR in 1956)

I'm not gonna let anything weird step on you

I'm gonna light the candles so nothing happens to you

There are no knives or guns here

There's only

a lot a lot alot of cooking pot

Here there's a lot of sun

A lot of beaches

A lot of waves

Here everything is molasses

Nothing is pangola

I will paint the beach for you

Crayola blue

We're leaving

We're going

We're leaving

In a yola (small boat)

And if there's no yola

We will keep it rolling

So that

So that

You will see how your tail floats

When I saw you I felt a lof of tickling

It was like having

forty ants

scratching my belly

You know, you know, you know

You're so fine

You took my pants, you thief

Let's spread ourselves into a tortilla

Let's make coconut pudding mixed with custard

I will eat your wood

Even with termites

She eeee eee

She eee she

She eee ee

She eee shee

I want to see

The whole giraffe

I want it to kick me

See who can get away

Stirring the batter

I want four cups

of carrots with pumpkins

You take me

Flying through the countryside

Off the floor

Walking on stilts

With a patanco basket

To walk over the ships

Until I get your mountain range

The one who heals me

There are rumors going around

That you are

The luck of all colours

A garden full of beans

Lots of necklaces adorned with seashells

Your name came out in the three cards

The stars told me

To dive in

To the bottom with no flippers

To go on the trip

With no suitcase

To go the whole way round

the planet

in a matress

Lift up

Lift up

Lift up

Your shoe soles

Lets coil the washer disk

Gimme, gimme, gimme

a bit of nutella

With you I'll go solo

a capella

There you go. I'd like to hear your opinion. For me reggaeton is something that I have to constantly listen to (against my will) and don't really appreciate.

It would be interesting to know what you think about this one.

In my opinion, I wouldnt mind being whoever this song was written about. And the video is beautiful too.

xx.

(igotabacklesstop)

but it's too cold to go backless. 

(bunny suicides)

Cute and creepy - I've got to admit it, it's (for me) a winning combination. 

And this becomes pretty obvious when looking at the work of artist Andy Riley.

I discovered him very recently, when my best friend brough back as a present from her NY trip an adorable 2009 Bunny Suicides Calendar. It's a present that's actually connected to the big and misterious planes I keep talking about.... 

Oh... these little bunnies don't want to live at all. 

You can see more naughty cuteness here Have fun.

(my new - and upgraded - camera arrives on wednesday so I'll be able to have outfit photos again, I can't wait). 

I'm going back to my essay on Lacan and Zizek but thought this was a pretty nice post to lighten up before burying my head again in the Imaginary and the Object of Desire. 

(a fresh new start)

I don't want to jinx it by talking about it right now, since it still feels like such a distant possibility, but I'm planing big changes for next year. 

As part of my planing, I've been obsessively looking at blogs and sites about interior decoration. One of the sites I find the most inspirational is  The Selby

Just as I find looking at street style photographies more inspiring than fashion editorials, having a change to "visit" the homes of real persons is amazing. I'm always surprised by the way the style of each individual can be reflected on the space they inhabit. 

Nesting is one of our best habits.

These are some of my favorites...

Looking at this photos I realize that my ideal home would be a mixture of old and new. I'd love to have some vintage furniture co-existing with plastic toys, and colours and patterns that don't really match, matching. I'm also begining to experience what might be considered the begining of a love affair with subtle ethnic touches.

What does your ideal home look like? Is it classic or quirky? Minimalist or full of little details? Cozy or open and airy?

I'm really curious to know, I've always felt nothing says more about the person that the place they live in (or dream of living in).

xx

(just testing)

i believe the title to be pretty self-explanatory.