21 June 2013

"Está claro, doctor, que usted nunca ha sido una niña de trece años."


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13 June 2013

(I want) a black and white summer.


¿Por qué son tan bonitas las fotos en blanco y negro? Tienen un algo que las hacen tan especiales, son tan, no sé… Nostálgicas y dan una auténtica sensación de viaje en el tiempo. Y todo esto viene a que estaba yo aquí pensando en la muerte. Es broma. Estaba yo aquí comiendo (ricas) cerezas y viendo la Vogue online, cuando me he encontrado con un reportaje de fotos de personas de los años 40, 50, 60, disfrutando de su verano en la piscina, playa, etc. El caso es que mi amor por los años 50 aumenta cada día, y no solo por el bikini con parte de abajo de (super) talle alto que tanto me gusta, ni por esos tupés que no se despeinaban ni con el agua, sencillamente adoro los años 50 porque son, ummmm, son asdklalseiakdka. Son perfectos.


Why are photos in black and white as beautiful as they are? They have something that make them so special, they are so, I don’t know ... Nostalgic and they give a real sense of time travel. And I say all this because I was here, thinking about the death. Just kidding. I was here eating (delicious) cherries and reading the Vogue online, when I’ve found a story of pictures of people from the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, enjoying their summer at the pool, beach, etc.. The thing is that my love for the 50’s is increasing every day, and not just for the bikini bottom with (super) high waist that I like so, and not only for those toupees full of hairspray, I simply adore the 50’s because they are, ummmm, they are asoieaskdfae. They are perfect.






Y eso por lo que adoro los años 50, porque no necesitas ser un Beatle o ser Marcelo de "La Dolce Vita" para estar feliz o disfrutar del verano. Vale, quizás, a día de hoy tampoco necesitamos ser ellos, pero, ¿podéis ver lo felices que parecen todas esas personas? Y ellos no tenían internet u otras cosas tecnológicas, realmente, lo que ellos tenían era, ya sabeís chicos/as, Rock'n Roll.

And that's what I love the 50's because you don't need to be a Beatle or to be Marcelo from "La Dolce Vita" to be happy and to enjoy summer. Ok, maybe, in our days we also don't need to be them, but, can you see how happy all those persons seem to be? And they didn't have internet or other technology things, actually, what they had it's, you know babe, Rock'n roll. 

09 June 2013

Random thoughts that Claire have after studying.



Creo que está demostrado científicamente que durante la época de exámenes las ventas de PetitSuit aumentan debido a una loca pelirroja que no puede parar de tomar, junto con las galletas Digestive, son viciantes. AH! Por no hablar de todas esas tazas de té, que ya ni son tazas, me he pasado a la moda-Claire, ahora bebo teteras de té, y es que así me ahorro viajes al microondas, y electricidad! Sí, lo sé, son todo ventajas.
Por otro lado, no puedo parar de morderme los labios, llevo todo el fin de semana mordiéndomelos. Los tengo con heridas, rotos, y con un rico sabor a sangre o hierro oxidado, vamos, que los tengo hechos un primor, y ya no sé si es por el agobio o por los siniestros dibujos que aparecen en el libro que me tengo que leer.    

I think it is scientifically proven that during exam time PetitSuit sales increase because of a crazy ginger girl who can not stop taking them, also with Digestive biscuits, oh my cat, I can't stop eating them. AH! Not to mention all those cups of tea, that no longer are cups, now I've got a new method, Claire-method, in exams time it's necessary not to take a cup of tea, to take a teapot of tea! this save me trips to the microwave, and electricity! Yes, I know, this new method is all advantages.
On the other hand, I can't stop biting my lips, I have passed all the weekend biting them. Now, my lips are injured, broken, and with a delicious taste of blood or rusty iron, you know, very nice, and I don't know if I do this because I'm totally stressed or because of the drawings in the book that I have to read for the School.

Quizás me estoy volviendo loca, un poco. O quizás no. ¿Puede alguien llevarme a la premiere de "Not another Happy Ending" en Edimburgo, con (mi querida) Karen Gillan?¿No?¿Nadie? Porfi.
Y esta sería Claire ahora mismo, intentando llegar a su cama para dormir pero chocándose con todos los papeles que tiene por el suelo. Verano ven ya. 

 Maybe I'm turning mad, just a little. Or maybe not. Can someone bring me to the premiere of "Not another Happy Ending" in Edinburgh, with (my dear) Karen Gillan? No? Anyone? Please. 
And she would be Claire right now, trying to go her bed to sleep but bumping with all the notebooks and books and paper that there are on the floor. Summer come now.
 

That's all. Bye

01 June 2013

booh.


*Claire sale de entre las telarañas y los apuntes* BUH! Lo sé, lo sé, llevo más de un mes sin actualizar, y lo cierto es que Mayo ha sido un mes de demasiado estrés, y cosas, y blablabla, ¡pero aquí está junio! Que en realidad también será un mes de estrés y cosas bonitas(caca), con la diferencia de que el verano ya casi está aquí (algo que también podríamos discrepar, debido a que hace frío respecto a las típicas temperaturas de verano de aquí de España). Bueno, al igual que no he tenido tiempo de actualizar el blog, tampoco he tenido tiempo de tomar fotos (decentes) de los looks de este mes, así que en este post os enseñaré unos outfits de hace ya tiempo, con mi amiga Lola. El mío se basaba en unos skinny grises desgastados (H&M), en una camisa blanca sin mangas (Shana)  y un jersey rosa pálido (H&M), con unas slippers de estampado floral (Blanco) y mi oversize de Levi’s. El outfit de Lola, unos skinny de Levi’s;  una camisa a rayas negras y blancas verticales (Zara); un (bonito) satchel rojo (que yo le regalé jijijiji);  y unas slippers negras con tachuelas (Pull&Bear). Por otro lado, unas pequeñas aportaciones de mis pies, en unos de mis últimos outfits, jiji.

*Claire going out from a cavern with cobweb and notes* BOOH! I know it, I know it, I've been more than a month without updating, and the fact is that May has been a month of too much stress, and things, and blahblahblah, but here it is June! That actually it’s also going to be a month of stress and beautiful(poo) things, with the difference that the summer is almost here (which also we could disagree, because comparing other summer this one is colder here in Spain!). Well, just like I have not had time to update the blog, I have not had time to take (decent) pictures of my looks of this month, so in this post I will show you some outfits of some time ago, with my friend Lola. My outfit was basically on a pair of acid grey skinny jeans (H&M) in a sleeveless white shirt (Shana) and a pale pink sweater (H&M), with floral print slippers (Blanco) and my Levi’s oversize. Lola's outfit was a pair of Levi’s skinny jeans;  a striped black and white shirt (Zara); a (lovely) red satchel (which I gave her hihihi); and a studded black slippers (Pull&Bear). Por otro lado, unas pequeñas aportaciones de mis pies, en unos de mis últimos outfits, jiji. On the other hand, here you’ve got what I wore in some of my last outfits, specifically, what I wore on my feet. 





I guess.. that's all

   
 (How I've missed this song)