Friday, March 30, 2012

Even if I desperately want to tell you something or bring something important up--I won't--unless you ask me first.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

VCU vs. BU?

Today was the first time I’ve had a real talk with my mom about college since September (my dad wasn’t home yet for most of the discussion and honestly I’m glad because he only got in the way/exacerbated things).

Monday, March 26, 2012

Have you ever fallen in love in a dream before?

I have--I know I have--at least three times. Probably a thousand, actually. But I remember three times most vividly. And this Friday was one of those times.

But does it count? Are the feelings in the dream real?

I woke up and I felt a little upset--but mostly confused--because I wasn't sure that I could simply call it a dream. I think the feelings were pretty real.

Or maybe I just love everyone.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Déjame esta noche soñar contigo

Where has Zenet been all my life? His lyrics and the style of his sound--that Argentinean tango and New York jazz--really speak to me. I love this. 

Zenet - Soñar Contigo

Déjame esta noche
soñar contigo
Déjame imarginarme en tus labios los míos
Déjame que me crea que te vuelvo loca
Déjame que yo sea quien te quite la ropa
Déjame que mis manos rocen las tuyas
Déjame que te tome por la cintura
Déjame que te espere aunque no vuelvas
Déjame que te deje tenerme pena
Si algún día diera con la manera de hacerte mía 
Siempre yo te amaría como si fuera siempre ese día
Qué bonito sería jugarse la vida, probar tu veneno
Qué bonito sería arrojar al suelo la copa vacía
Déjame presumir de ti un poquito
Que mi piel sea el forro de tu vestido
Déjame que te coma solo con los ojos
con lo que me provocas, yo me conformo
Si algún día diera con la manera de hacerte mía
siempre yo te amaría como si fuera siempre ese día
Qué bonito sería jugarse la vida, probar tu veneno
Qué bonito sería arrojar al suelo la copa vacía
Déjame esta nooche soñar...soñar contigo

Friday, March 23, 2012

Pierre Balmain F/W 12

Fuck the designer labels and the price tags if the clothes don't fit well on you. In the end, nothing matters more than form & fit when it comes down to clothing. 

I've always been a fan of Balmain/Pierre Balmain--the form and fit of the house's clothes are absolutely impeccable.

Also, I love everything about the short film for their F/W 2012 collection. The aesthetics, the plotline, the music, the atmosphere, the clothes, the models--all quite excellent:.

Monday, March 19, 2012


When I was in middle school, I was really, really into Asian music. I didn't listen to music of any other culture--with the exception of jazz. Anyway, I don't listen to Asian music as much anymore, generally because the culture of it doesn't appeal to me (not into the whole boyband and pretty guys/girls phenomena) and most of the stuff sounds the same, but I've still kept up with a few of my favorite groups.

One of them, my all-time fave Japanese group, is the duo m-flo, wich comprises of DJ Taku Takahashi and emcee Verbal. They went on a hiatus in 2008 but finally returned this month to drop their album SQUARE ONE.


Here are the music videos for two of my favorite tracks from the album:

m-flo - ALIVE

m-flo - All I Want Is You

I love the delirium and the trippy-ness of the video for "ALIVE" and I am so in love with both the guy and girl in the video for "All I Want Is You." That red jumpsuit. The blue. Oh god. P.S. The girl is a Japanese model named Rila Fukushima. I love her face--it's not a classic beauty, but it's sharp and delicate at the same time--and she can really rock red full-on.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Most people simply draw nothing from me,
You bring out the worst in me, 
And a few people bring out the best in me.

It takes a bit 
as in, a lot 
to draw the crab out from its shell 
but sometimes, that’s exactly 
what it longs for—
to flee from home 
even if it’s just for a bit.

(Sometimes I wish you would ask so I could tell.)

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

no pain, no gain, right?

It has been a week since I resolved to move on with my life:
People come and go. Badabing badaboom. If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be. Things cannot go back and nothing will bend backward against time. 
It’s funny how I’ve forgotten the things I used to tell myself—things never stay the same and things always change, but at the end of the day, I am strong—how could I have been so wise and prophetic a year ago and so stupid and pathetic this year? 
I somehow knew in the pit of my stomach at the beginning of the year—in the summer, right before school started—that things would not last. 
My gut was right. 
I will never question it again. 
Right now, it is telling me that I need to stop staying around waiting for people and things and just move forward without them. If we are meant to cross paths again, we will. If not, fuck it—it was great while it lasted, but I won’t dwell on it. 
This is the ultimate thank you, fuck you, and farewell. 
Another chapter has ended and I’m not the slightest bit sorry to see it go. I wish you all all the best. I have more important things out there waiting for me—people to meet, places to go, and dreams to achieve. I’ve also remembered that nothing and nobody can destroy or change this part of me: I am strong.
It's the best decision I've made this year.

I'm a bit happier again and also a little more insightful.

another dream team

Maiyet SS12 | Daria Werbowy by Cass Bird from M A I Y E T on Vimeo.

Daria Werbowy and Cass Bird are also another perfect combination. Laid-back, natural, and good vibes. Far from pretentious. This is my kind of shoot. 

dream team

Inez & Vinoodh are my favorite modern fashion photographers.
Daria Werbowy is my longtime favorite model/muse. 
Vogue Paris is one of the best publications. 

Put all three of those on the same page (or, in this case, video) and you've got a match made in heaven.

Also, I really dig the music that Vogue Paris/Inez & Vinoodh used. The first song is "White Horse" by Jessica 6 and the second song is "I Love You So" by The Chantels. 
Ólafur Arnalds - Ljósið

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Me Gustas Cuando Andas En La Luz

Me gustas cuando andas en la luz porque estás como un ser del otro mundo,
Y siempre, cuando te veo, no puedo creer que eres, realmente, de esta tierra,
La misma de que nosotros caminamos sobre,
La misma de que los rayos del sol y la luna la tocan.

Como los rayos y las luces, no puedo te toco,
Mis puntas del dedo no puedo te alcanzan;
Lo único que puedo hacer es mirar fijamente a ti
Y admirar todos sus contornos—la curva de su nariz, sus labios, sus pestañas, su mandíbula—todos encajados en la luz.

Me gustas cuando andas en la luz porque estás como la figura en mis sueños,
Y solamente en mis sueños debería existir,
Donde hay sol y luna todos los días y las noches,
Pero, ay de mí, todos los sueños terminan y se desvanecen.

Me gustas cuando andas en la luz porque estás como las sombras,
Cuando te veo en la distancia, con todo tu cuerpo bañado en la luz cálida, dorada y plateada (¡tan precioso!)
Solamente veo las sombras,
Todo lo que tengo de ti es tu silueta, tu silueta bella y más profunda, y nada más. 

This was one of my Spanish assignments from a week ago. I totally forgot about it until the class before it was due. I had great difficulty trying to decide what to write about using the first sentence of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's poem "Me gustas cuando callas," but then it came to me, all very suddenly, with very little difficulty. 

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Bahamas - Lost In The Light

I discovered this song by Bahamas a few weeks ago. I downloaded their album a couple hours ago. They're the reason why I'm still up and running (figuratively, of course) right now. They're getting me through this.
Somehow, I started to dislike him.

He confirmed what I had always sensed but refused to believe until now: he is, despite his insistence that he is not, an incredibly pretentious fellow—and a shallow one, too.

 There are few qualities that I dislike as much as or more than pretension. These qualities are hypocrisy, unfounded arrogance, and classlessness (in other words, lack of propriety). But perhaps, above all, I despise narrow-mindedness. (You may be rude, unrefined, egotistic, and two-faced—I can dismiss those qualities with a mere shake of the head—but your narrow-mindedness, I will never tolerate and that shall be made clear.)

Rest assured, your narrow-mindedness will make me think less of you.

Also, there’s a difference between being assertive and being overbearing.

The faults that he has are not uncommon to most other people—but for me to realize that they do exist in him is a huge disappointment.

He is not who I thought he was.