I'm covering it with eyeliners, black and brown to match my color, but yesterday I forgot to do it and went out by noon with the street full of people to do some things I had to do. It's not like I went somewhere and came back, I went through all the busiest shopping streets, I browsed the shop windows, I went to not one but two Zara stores cause I had to change a sweater... Imagine when I realized my cranium was on display for the world to see. Cute! Anyway, this is what I get for not trusting hair dressers, but it's worth it, I'm the only one who understands my head, they always make a mushroom of my head, they haven't heard of different head forms so they cut everyone the same. Plus the last time I went to a hair dresser was to color my hair, something natural and tasteful, just a little hazel, touched by the sun you know. Well, I somehow ended up with a mustard mohawk. They're crazy! It took longer for me to explain what I wanted than for them to do it, and I was like more than 3 fucking hours in there. I was like 'have you flipped over a Vogue in the last decade? Chocolate highlights bitch!'. It made me never wanna come back. But, it's been months now and I'm bored with my hair already and since my cut is as it is and I can't let it grow cause this short is what suits me I just can play with the color. What I'm gonna do is to print a picture and go with it and I won't pay them until they make my hair exactly like it. This is the kind of color I'm feeling:
GORGEOUS COLORS FOR THE LATINO FASHIONISTA!
Am I a latino? Anyway, I think I'm gonna go with the first one but not just yet, in a few weeks or something. They're all very much the same and very natural but that's what I want. Elegance my friends! By the way, in the middle of writing this post earlier today, I had to go to the bank and to the supermarket. Well, I went again with my haircut malfunction uncovered, I can't take anymore embarrassment!
PS: Ugh, now it's so late and I wanted to write a 'My heart in your night table' that's more than a week late, I have so much to tell, I guess tomorrow.
☛ Three first pictures from the always inspiring The Cobra Snake, the other I don't remember from where.
As I hoped, when I came back from the gym last night Madonna's new video was already up on Dailymotion (another YouTube), luckily the internet runs fast so I got my fix, I went deaf as I listened to it as loud as I could with my big headphones on, I jumped on my chair, and I was late to work cause I spent so much time looking for it. Today I found it at Megavideo cause in Dailymotion they're constantly deleting it whenever they upload it again [Update: I've found a better version of the video than the Megavideo one]. I'm not gonna say anything about the video, just watch it and love it or hate it. No, just love it and jump on your chair and go deaf like me!
Note: Click on the red arrow to watch in in full screen.
I'm telling you, that Madonna is torturing me! I read that the video for 4 minutes is out for purchase on iTunes already starting today and I've seen a little piece of it and I'm burning inside, I can't wait! Here in my beloved hot España olé we have no music videos in our iTunes cause Apple don't care about no Spaniards, so even though I'm so desperate I'd pay those damn 2,5 euros I'm not able to, I'm trapped!, and I've searched trough all the corners of the cyberspace looking for the illegal thing and nothing, geezz this is the internet and this is Madonna, hello?
The snippet on iTunes is even hotter, but you get the idea. Well I'm off to the gym to get hot as a panther, it better be somewhere when I comeback. Hackers, work! Is it legal to encourage hackers?
Ok I know I'm late to this party but I don't watch American Idol because, well, besides I don't watch TV I don't even live in America, I live in hot España olé!, so I always find out about this stuff on Youtube by accident 3 months later. So now I found out about Danny Noriega and, oh, loves!!
American Idol is bullshit in general if still damn entertaining but the day they kicked him out it became full rubbish, it killed it! But, truth is I think it's a good thing so he'll have the chance to be the next Jennifer Hudson and not just be part of the failed former season's stars. He is perfection. PERFECTION!
I was earlier catching up with popular gay news blog Towleroad when I saw a post about this guy who apparently is an important football player. I was refreshed and delighted to see the spotlight on a healthy young man and not your average steroids junkie with ridiculous muscles, bulging veins and scary six-packs.
Then I read the comments and, to my (not big) surprise, I spotted some like these:
"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!! His body is nasty!!!!!"
"This guy is not hot, and his body is shit."
"Yuck, can't get into the GOP beefcake dudes, or in this case cake, since, I don't see any beef on this kid. More Tom Brady posts please, or tennis player, thanks :)."
"Sure, he's cute in a normal, straight guy kind of way, but he is NOT an underwear model. Sorry but underwear models are supposed to look like gym trawling body facists! It's called being a model. Models are supposed to represent the ideal. Like the David, classical Greek sculpture, yadda yadda yadda. And can we please quit the obsession with the straight guys already. It's nauseating. Give us some hot, gay boys and leave the straight ones alone. You never know what they're going to do."
"ZOMG He's like SOO hideous! I only find perfect people slighty attractive cause, ya know, Im a godly judemental queen."
etc. etc. And well, there were many that I'd agree with:
"You people saying "Ewww" are fucking crazy. This guy is hot, he's a sports hero, he's handsome and he has a body honed by actual athletic accomplishment, not narcissistic gym trawling. I dunno, I love looking at hot guys like everyone else, but this is getting stupid. The obsession with being totally cut -- which is unsustainable except for only the most obsessed -- is ruining sex."
"I think he is cute. It's nice to see a normal body instead of some guy who spends most of his life living in a gym. I suppose all the magazines has made us expect 6 and 8-packs as the norm now. Me, I like the natural look. Would rather have a normal looking guy than a gym-bunny any day!"
I've been thinking about writing this post for days and this thing just gave me the final push to do it. We alway hear about how wrong the female beauty standards are, with girls expected to be super skinny with big boobs, etc. but we don't seem to notice that male ideals, if not on the same degree, are also awfully wrong. At first thought you may say that the male ideal is a sportsman and that's a good thing, but the models we see and worship are beyond the sportsman, they're 20 and looking all buff like they're gonna explode. It's not healthy! Don't let them fool you, they are taking stuff to get that big that fast, that's not natural and I'm sick of everyone dismaying over body builders with alien six-packs, in fashion and everywhere else. You just have to look at any Men's Health cover. Are those men examples of a healthy men? I think they're repulsive! But apparently that's what's "hot" these days.
Now, I want you to look at this video:
SAD!
Oh and what about body hair? Apparently hair is nasty so men have to wax, shave and laser themselves to get rid of any hair even in their armpits. And yes, women have to do the same, but you can't compare women's body hair with men's. The real man is over, the plastic man is on.
Well I'm not a pro-caveman either, if you have hair in your back, laser it, all I'm saying is men shouldn't be ashamed of features that are innate to their condition like hair and balding. Here, some pics of gorgeous hairy men:
See? Hair doesn't make a guy cute or ugly! Key thing is not to let any defect make you insecure. To be attractive a guy should be smart, charismatic, nice, or any other thing that you have and can boost.
Now, having said all that, I'm maybe as shallow as the next blonde girl, It's true that when I'm at a club I'm looking for the cute, but I can tell you that I'm so over muscles and players, I'm in for guys I can learn something from, that mean good, that can listen and reason. Beauty is so disposable, so futile and empty. The other day I went to the hospital [I fucked my right foot by walking with smaller shoes than my size, and I'm talking about not torturing oneself for beauty!] and the doctor... I wouldn't have noticed him at a night spot, but he was so nice and appealing I would've fucked him right there! Seriously, he was so owning the situation, so secure, so opened.
Anyway, I know I'm not gonna change anything, mostly because nobody reads this blog, if my readership was half that of Perez Hilton we would be talking, but! I had to say it out loud and get it off my chest. So here I say it again:
Oh yesterday was so much fun it didn't seem like a day of mine. We did so many things, took cool pictures, I was so cute with my new vintage macro shirt by Versace Jeans Couture (i.e. Versace for poor people) which I found in the hottest vintage shop around and it was so sunny even though it's March.
That graffiti is the hit, no? Plus I saw the guys that did it while they were at it the other night cause that's just downstairs of a friend's home, and let me tell you, they were hot! Skater hot. I thought of taking a picture of them painting but they were oh so straight and I was looking oh so gay, so I was a bit shy about it.
Anyway, we went up the Miguelete , which is the tower of my village's cathedral (you know, the charm of living in Europe). I had never went up and it was to die! Kind of literally because the stairs are so narrow and endless and they get even narrower in the top so it's not a good idea if your claustrophobic, but we're not so it was fun and totally worth it cause the views are beyond what we expected and it was really great, even though you can't really get the sensation from the pictures.
Then we went to this really cool new place which is, attention, totally free, with free drinks (as in there's a fridge with stuff and you take it!), a Wii, two PS3s, computers with internet, WI-FI, music, and in the evening they even have waiters that offer you beer, wine, canapés, etc. and there are different activities each day, such as massages, tattoos, making handicrafts with stuff... you get the picture. Too good to be true? Well there's a limitation of course. Continue!
This site called Mr. Picassohead is so cool that let's you create your own self-portrait with a set of simple tools meant to emulate the particularities of the Spanish painter. I tried it but nothing decent came out of it, maybe you'll be more inventive.
A lot of people love this stuff, do you think it's nice? glamorous? Here's a little video for you to wake up: [Warning: this video contains explicit images of violence and shouldn't be viewed by children]
If after this you still think it's ok then congratulations, in case you were wondering you don't have a heart, and also you're not welcome in my blog so get out.
By the way I know that all of the big designers use fur, but this is the most extreme use I've seen in ages and I thought we were over this.
This baby bitch is cute I'm telling you, not only she's sweet but she looks like she was designed by Karl himself (I call him Karl cause we're so close oh so close). She's been living at my home for about a month and she's leaving tomorrow to her new and permanent home with the parents of my Argentinian roomy girl. Actually I'm a bit relieved cause it's a bit annoying, you have to be careful about everything: close every door, don't let her do this, don't let her do that, don't step on her shit and pee cause she does it everywhere... ugh, plus I don't get the good about a dog which is sleeping next to her, walking her to meet cute boys with dogs, etc. So yeah, I think we'll be better off without each other. Oh listen to me all cat person.
A few weeks ago I started working as a PR for some night club in my humble hometown which I rarely if ever name here to preserve the mystery among readers (oh wait! I have no readers!). Well PR sounds like I have responsibilities and truth is my job is to parade downtown looking for the glam and the freak to give them flyers and convince them with my charm and wit that our club is the best (oh wait! I have not charm nor wit!), and I do it only Tuesdays, when there's no one on the streets. 'Best' thing is I earn in proportion to the people I get in, so with my lack of social skills and the unfortunate conditions I'm basically doomed (hey! just like Lipstick Jungle!). I'm the worst PR ever. God I miss when I worked at Zara and I had a sure bill waiting by the end of the month, only I wouldn't go to class evar. Anyway, happy happy times, let's just ☀ a little. The picture above was taken last Tuesday at the club's bathroom (weekends crowded). The boy in the right is my boss (super super hilarious), the head of PRs, in the middle the one I usually work with, and in the left you recognize the piece of fierceness that is me.
Look at the Billboard Hot 100 chart and you'll find the biggest pieces of shit that could be thrown at your ears, alongside some nice things, and now I learned that something as amazing (by commercial pop standards) as "Outta My Head" didn't even reach to perform in it. I know it was a risky bet by Ashlee Simpson, sporting a new alternative edgy vibe, but I thought people would get it and make it successful, but no, they're happy with their Carrie Underwood and they stick to it. Anyway, here's the video, $1 to the one who finds a better one among the current Top 10.
Now she's releasing a new unexciting boring lame pop rock song to second try and probably will be successful.
That's the name of the band I'm obsessed with right now. It started as a Gorillaz type of band, meaning the singer and producer didn't ever show, with a fake band of 5 facing the videos, but in the latest video (below) he shows and sings, and the whole thing is more mature, dropping the uber naive mood of the previous ones, which I loved, but I love the new style as well. I rarely like Spanish music but this is one of those honorable exceptions, pity is if you don't understand the language you can't notice the fantastic use of words. It may look like it's all hoo hoo happy and silly, but the the songs are really beautifully composed and the guy really has a remarkable talent that keeps surprising me in every listen.
Well there was color in some other designers but these are the ones I like the most, looks like the wardrobe for the Matrix 4 now that I see them together, and I love it! The bravest thing a designer can do is inventing the future, even though it's so easy to make it dull. By the way, don't you just luuuve the London banner I've made? I'm in love with it.
Last night when I came home I was so sad I had to take 4 happiness capsules (Sex and the City episodes) non stop to stop me from swallowing a full tube of toothpaste to kill myself. I had been rejected. By a guy.
Deleted Images is a site that posts the best wrong pictures, those that anybody would delete but here they have the opportunity to shine, like the one I sent and they just published. Cute, no?
You can withthis website that lets you send an email now that you will receive the date you specify. I've sent one to my 50th birthday, hope Microsoft doesn't close Hotmail before that. I wanted to show what I sent but the website won't let you see what you wrote. For some reason I almost cried while writing it, I guess I'm too melancholic to talk to my 2037 self. What would you say to the future you?
DEAR FUTURE ME, SORRY ABOUT THE SMOKING, NOT EATING GOOD, NOT EXERCISING AND NOT MAKING YOU RICH
PS: Imagine my face when I'm 50 and I receive the mail I sent HAHA.
In the list of guys I've never met but I imagine surrounding me with their arms before getting asleep, Sean made a splash short ago. His teenager beauty is too much for this poor writer to handle and the reason #12098 why I'll never find the right guy. That's why models are wrong. WANNA SQUEEZE IT
Turns out there are 33 different ways to do it plus infinite color combinations, so you've got a new canvas for your creativity and a new element to play with your outfit. I haven't tried any yet but I'm gonna, and in this website I found this guy tells you exactly how to do every possible lacing. Neat.
You've heard the news about Microsoft's intentions to buy Yahoo, whether they wanna sell or not, and since I have a voice here I wanted to use it to express myself against what will most likely happen. If you're a regular reader of this blog (unlikely thing cause not even my friends are) you know I don't exactly dig Vista's mother (ahem), and if we think that one of the 2 or 3 most important internet companies in the world could be swallowed by a company that wouldn't make an eatable product (software or hardware) if they gave it to them made, then the internet's future is in danger. OK not in super danger but you know. MESSAGE TO SHAREHOLDERS: DON'T SELL!!! ETHICS ABOVE MONEYS!!!
Neo2 is shaping up to be my favorite magazine overall, or at least one of them. At last I have the new issue with Elijah Wood, who's admirably surviving the stigma of the big trilogy and becoming a name away from Frodo. I love him for several reasons that I don't necessarily feel like explaining cause my head is about to explode and I just wanna finish my fajitas while I watch a documentary about Picasso and go to sleep like a marsupial. Go buy this mag cause it's the Vogue of everything 'it', only better, but sorry, it's in Spanish (we had to have at least one good thing, no?) so go find a hot gay Spanish hair-dresser, force him to buy it and take note of everything it recommends while waiting to have your head-bush pruned.
I <3.
There are many pictures with him, very cool shoot, even the photographer is gorgeous (there's a pic of him). By the way, see me "on the cover" HERE, if you haven't already.
Last night I went out and I savored the poisoned joy of desiring a ‘boyfriened’ guy. Oh yes, they were there, both the guy I liked and the boyfriend that’s usurping my place in his bed next to him. Sick I’m telling you. But, what could I do? Well I had to control myself and not look too much cause the boyfriend was looking at me not very well-ly, though he was apparently very drunk so I don’t know if he just didn’t know any better. By the way, yikes, a drunk boyfriend, I don’t wanna ever be the drunk boyfriend (note to self). I’ve lately kept thinking about the wonderful thing that is settling for what you can get. I’ve recently learned that that’s the secret to get in a relationship, to have an active sexual life and therefore to be (at least nearly) satisfied in the love area. What I’ve mostly been wondering is if I could do that, as I see everybody around me doing. Could I? I’ve traditionally been told that I’m too demanding and I’ve always denied this, claiming I just couldn’t pick up any decent guy, but I’ve now realized that when it’s time to choose, I have many more boxes to tick than people around me. I’m thinking this is maybe because of my overexposure to the corrupting media. Ever since I got into male fashion, (almost) all I can think about is waxing, having a nose-job, having a teeth-whitening... And if you become so demanding with yourself, you become so with your suitors. To me there are things that are blatantly obvious, like how many nose hairs can stick out from a nose? But people don’t even seem to see it! Then again, people around me watch TV, love Brad Pitt, love Ghost Whisperer (which in my opinion has the front runner of the perfect husbands)... So we’re all exposed to the corrupting media, I guess I’m lacking the realistic gene, I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one, I’m one of those hard to please, I’m not making sense now. You see, I’ve always said I wish I fell in love with an ugly guy, it just hasn’t happened. But wait, am I really hard to please? I mean, the guy I liked last night (the one with the bf), if my friend J. saw him he’d probably throw up; he was kind of like a drug dealer (X:D), and there I was pissing my pants in lust. So is it possible the problem is not me? Maybe I’m made to be in a place like London, full of cute drug dealers or something. Not maybe, I’ve been wanting to get the hell out of here since I can remember. Just go. But where? How? What for? I’m confused. It’s not that I don’t have interests or aspirations, is that I have too many so I don’t know which one to choose. Shit I just wanna be beautiful enough to be a model. Those live good. At least while it lasts.
