y de probar los remanentes de sudor en la piel delgada de partes que rara vez ven el sol en el cuerpo de una mujer satisfecha…
AG13

ART + life

A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament

let art be your life

let your temperament be your gospel

lucidity is overrated by those who only find results within the lines

the only real temperament is reasonless

irrationality will be shun

but so have all who have changed this earth in the slightest


med-coutureretailer:

Garments by Over Garmentwww.med-coutureretailer.tumblr.comAccessories by Junk EverywherePhotography by Andres Espinozahttp://andres-espinosa.tumblr.com/Modeling and production by M Paula Rey

med-coutureretailer:

Garments by Over Garment
www.med-coutureretailer.tumblr.com
Accessories by Junk Everywhere
Photography by Andres Espinoza
http://andres-espinosa.tumblr.com/
Modeling and production by M Paula Rey


med-coutureretailer:

Garments by Over Garmentwww.med-coutureretailer.tumblr.comAccessories by Junk EverywherePhotography by Andres Espinozahttp://andres-espinosa.tumblr.com/Modeling and production by M Paula Rey

med-coutureretailer:

Garments by Over Garment
www.med-coutureretailer.tumblr.com
Accessories by Junk Everywhere
Photography by Andres Espinoza
http://andres-espinosa.tumblr.com/
Modeling and production by M Paula Rey


thesouthamerican:

Metal engraving! Handmade! :) Love to all the hexagons out there. 

thesouthamerican:

Metal engraving! Handmade! :) Love to all the hexagons out there. 


Despues de un tiempo - J.L.B.

Después de un tiempo, uno aprende la sutil diferencia entre sostener una mano y encadenar un alma, y uno aprende que el amor no significa acostarse y una compañía no significa seguridad, y uno empieza a aprender… que los besos no son contratos y los regalos no son promesas, y uno empieza a aceptar sus derrotas con la cabeza alta y los ojos abiertos, y uno aprende a construir todos sus caminos en el hoy, porque el terreno de mañana es demasiado inseguro para planes… y los futuros tienen una forma de caerse en la mitad. Y después de un tiempo uno aprende que si es demasiado, hasta el calor del sol quema. Así que uno planta su propio jardín y decora su propia alma, en lugar de esperar a que alguien le traiga flores. Y uno aprende que realmente puede aguantar, que uno realmente es fuerte, que uno realmente vale, y uno prende y aprende… y con cada día uno aprende. Con el tiempo aprendes que estar con alguien porque te ofrece un buen futuro significa que tarde o temprano querrás volver a tu pasado. Con el tiempo comprendes que sólo quien es capaz de amarte con tus defectos, sin pretender cambiarte, puede brindarte toda la felicidad que deseas. Con el tiempo te das cuenta de que si estás al lado de esa persona sólo por acompañar tusoledad, irremediablemente acabarás no deseando volver a verla. Con el tiempo entiendes que los verdaderos amigos son contados, y que el que no lucha por ellos tarde o temprano se verá rodeado sólo de amistades falsas. Con el tiempo aprendes que las palabras dichas en un momento de ira pueden seguir lastimando a quien heriste, durante toda la vida. Con el tiempo aprendes que disculpar cualquiera lo hace, pero perdonar es sólo de almas grandes. Con el tiempo comprendes que si has herido a un amigo duramente, muy probablemente la amistad jamás volverá a ser igual. Con el tiempo te das cuenta que aunque seas feliz con tus amigos, algún día llorarás por aquellos que dejaste ir. Con el tiempo te das cuenta de que cada experiencia vivida con cada persona es irrepetible. Con el tiempo te das cuenta de que el que humilla o desprecia a un ser humano, tarde o temprano sufrirá las mismas humillaciones o desprecios multiplicados al cuadrado. Con el tiempo comprendes que apresurar las cosas o forzarlas a que pasen ocasionará que al final no sean como esperabas. Con el tiempo te das cuenta de que en realidad lo mejor no era el futuro, sino el momento que estabas viviendo justo en ese instante. Con el tiempo verás que aunque seas feliz con los que están a tu lado, añorarás terriblemente a los que ayer estaban contigo y ahora se han marchado. Con el tiempo aprenderás que intentar perdonar o pedir perdón, decir que amas, decir que extrañas, decir que necesitas, decir que quieres ser amigo, ante una tumba, ya no tiene ningún sentido. Pero desafortunadamente, sólo con el tiempo.

S.C.C. 


FASHION+sweatpants

I believe it is unfair for a woman to be able to wear leopard-print-leggings and look comfortable chic while men lack the counterpart. I wear black sweatpants all day and they are comfortable but clearly not in fashion, and not chic enough. Black sweatpants have never been in fashion and have never been part of the main code of dress. I find them to be cheap, light, flexible, discreet, simple, resistant, thermic, mendable, and disposable. It is hard if not impossible to find a worthy clothing rival of such convenience. If I were a fashion designer, I would create a cheap, light, flexible, discreet, simple, resistant, thermic, mendable, and disposable piece that would fit into fashion. I would do all these things ignoring the fact that there is already a cheap, light, flexible, discreet, simple, resistant, thermic, mendable, and disposable piece of un-fashionable fashion which are black sweatpants. Maybe all we need to achieve is for the sweatpants to be part of a fashion show and voila! suddenly they are all acceptable and probably a bit more expensive but accesible in brand-shops. I have always believed that if fashion is ever-changing and somewhat cyclical, there will be a time when sweatpants become the shit of clothing pieces. Then and only then will I be a true hipster that always repeats “I liked black sweatpants before they were cool”. Although right now, I believe sweatpants to be pretty cool, cheap, light, flexible, discreet, simple, resistant, thermic, mendable, and disposable but not pretty pretty. And yet again, how important is fashion? Some will stand by the point of saying it is everything but it clearly not true. Nothing is everything. If it is, then there is something we are ignoring or not understanding. So how importan is fashion after all?

There seems to be an innate yet loose connection between clothing and what we, the ones that wear said clothing, think. Some ideologies support the cheap wear to the point of spending more money in order to be part of the ideology, than the money that would be originally spent for the sake of merely dressing. Some ideology supports a certain chain of command, so if a certain fashion designer or show or magazine comes up with anything, be it ridiculous, visually uncomfortable or simply vane, then the piece will become accepted and important. 

So if I see a girl with a grey cardigan, is she wearing it because of an ideology? Because of respect to a chain of fashion command? Because it is effective? Because it is efficient? Or simply because it was inexpensive and cool? And if she defends that the piece of clothing speaks about how she thinks, how is it really effective at showing what someone thinks if the piece can be interpreted in all the previous ways? I guess its not only one piece but an entire attire that composes fashion, even for ideological reasons. Reason enough to use old earrings or for leopart-print to be popular once again, regardless of the voluptuous amount of visual over charge. So in the end, there is no piece of clothing that shows precisely what we think; to begin with because most pieces of clothing we buy is bought and someone else made it and someone else is meant to wear it too. It is the set of clothing we wear, and still in this way there are plenty of things that can be misunderstood or equated to some other bloke who wears exactly what you do, but acts completely different.

So, how hard is it to change the way people dress or to instaurate a new fashion strand?  First, it would have to have a designer or a really stupid idea behind it (although seemingly identical). Secondly, it would have to be innovative to a certain degree. Third, it would have to be accessible to most.

Even back in the 60’s when leather was in, but no one had the chance to get it, people would buy leather print or leather imitation clothing and apparel articles. So there are indeed some ways of going about accessibility on fashion. Nonetheless for it to be fashion we need for it to be accepted by the majority or by authority. Imitation was never quite like leather though. 

So I am a designer, and I have this stupid idea of comfort (I know, fuck me, right?).  Wearing sweatpants is innovative in the sense that there has never been black sweatpants in a fashion show. Ever. Thirdly, we need a majority to like them, and to stop wearing them in order to achieve this is a contradiction. To wear something despite the general opinion of it is apparently a must in innovation. There are certainly a huge amount of people that wear them, else there wouldn’t be anyone selling them and no one would know what sweatpants are. Nonetheless every single person knows what sweatpants are. 

Few regard sweatpants as showing what they think, but just a mere idea of comfort and efficiency. It is so simple and so scarce in ideologies that sweat pants are probably the last house of a common aspect of ideology of use: Convenience. 

So I’ll just wait until there is a stupid idea or designer authority that proposes implicitly that black sweatpants rock and I will simply carry on. Black sweatpants rock, and they are cheap, light, flexible, discreet, simple, resistant, thermic, mendable, and disposable. One way or the other, the solution will never be to stop using them. This is my ideology of convenience and ultimate male comfort. Let me be.

Stop discrimination towards men, or something. 

I just want to be comfortable. 


:)

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The ‘deep’ stuff of life.
V.T.B.

TAKEN + given

You have no Idea what you’ve taken from me. I stand alone in the darkness of my nest, smelling the degrading matter on the white seat ever nearer. Inhaling its revolting fumes. I listen to a distant sound of the days when humanity could be trusted, when magic used to exist, when women were fair and men were just.

What has happened now to that young boy who sought to find the power in him? What has happened to the believer there once was inside this carcass? You have taken him. And he no longer pledges allegiance to your pink flag. He wishes you to walk far away from his imagination and never return. Dont show yourself at all. Go away let me be at peace. Let me become the dust i am destined to be. Dont stir my slumber, dont quiet the silence.  

I once believed the sincere wish of a man was worth everything, but it was naive to think that the world would bow down to sheer desire. I am confronted with the demons you’ve left behind. The ghost of a friend you have involved me to love. The friend that talks and is like you but simply is not. The ghost is careful and quiet at times, she keeps distant but not enough. She still aids your resolve, and my imagination weakens with every thought. She is a ghost. Just a remembrance of the hope humanity should have and the knowing that ignorance is bliss. When you know a simple life is also honorable and when you know that purity lies in simple-mindedness and ignorance, it is too late. You are now an observer and outside the limit lies the destiny you will never reach. 

The only destiny you can hope to attain is the sacrifice for those who still rejoice in data-less playgrounds. Suddenly a responsibility you did not accept plummets upon you and the only way out is through. If you wish to live in the ignorance of the only truth you have known and betray yourself in every step, i cannot help you, and to me you are dead. Drag your remains away from my perfectly white desert. Let the wind of the void come and sing their song of light. I release you from your duty, you may now leave me and haunt another eery bystander. I command you to release me from the duty of relay. 

I do not wish to hate you, but at times finding my lost son amongst this infinite riverbed seems journey enough for the unwanted task of carrying your slow pace at my side. I do not wish to hate you, but you have no idea what you’ve given to me. 

Truth is a gift that few can bare. And in giving me such burden my legs seem brittle and not enough. Take your truth and find someone else to trouble; you are not welcome anymore. Your yellow room with perfect view has been brought to the ground and in its stead a stone sphere has been erected. It is there to remind me that only when you can carry your own truth must you give truth to others, and may destiny save me from causing on to others what you’ve caused in me. 

I will now carry my own. I hope you learn how to hold yourself in place as well, but as the unlikely stranger once said: I am not your beast of burden. 

Farewell stranger we could love. It is time to face my future, and it seems you are not in it. I am the desert, and always welcoming to the few who seek the light. There is no place for the shadow here. Turn away until you’ve learnt your lesson. I am the place of slumber and awakening. I am the arena of the battle in you, and I weep and the sand pours down the hollow boney cheek of my only certain lover, and I will never have any idea of what I’ve taken and given, but I will come victorious in the end. For I am the desert and the valley of death, and I shall love all evil. In white dunes I shall lay my head, I shall sit where your table lay and my cup will certainly be void. Death will be my guest and my enemies will be the dust we move upon. Surely his great black robe will follow me to the end of time and his house my body will be. The earth is the earth’s and all who die in it. The word is the dust but the breath to say it, is death. None shall stand in his grim smile, for even the gods of old have perished and in the end, death with death shall be.

I am the desert.

Leave me be.