OROIGARRIAK.

Hau bai dala kantu ederra.

WELCOME TO MAMA.

Let me introduce you all to my new purchase. It is the final result of hours surfing the internet due to this annoying sinusitis. Once again, blame Marc Jacobs :-)

Marc by Marc Jacobs "You Set Me On Fire" Tee.

HAPPY B-DAY?.

It took me twenty-eight years to reach perfection
They fill us with fear
Computerised rejections
Your voice disappears
On a bad connection
It gets lonely out here
I need protection, please
Are you protecting me

Joakim Berg.

DON'T LOOK BACK...

Now is time to move on.

I WISH I COULD.

Since a very early age, I developed a huge interest towards Fashion and specially towards Fashion Photography. I still remember being barely 10 and spending the whole Sunday afternoon cutting pieces from my favourite magazines. Almost eighteen years passed by, and I still have the same habit. I keep them altogether in a folder and I go through every piece at least once a month. Nowadays, I still own a huge drawer back in my mum's place full of those. Every year when I go there for a visit, I take a couple of hours out of my "busy schedule" in order to open it and take a quick look at my treasures. They inspire me and they remind me the person I am.

Richard Avedon's famous portraits, the always pornographic Helmut Newton, Herb Ritts AKA the sculptor, Peter Lindbergh's absence of colours, the intimate Bruce Weber, the sexy Mario Testino, the eccentric Ellen Von Unwerth, the sexual Terry Richardson, the colorful David Lachapelle, Patrick Demarchelier or the celebrities' lover and the always classic Annie Leibovitz. Everyone has a special place in my heart.

Photography together with music are my favourites when it comes to art.

OH KATE.

Kate Moss by Craig McDean. Vogue UK June 2002.

LACK OF INSPIRATION.

Despite having confirmed the flights for Oslo on February and for Singapore on March, I don't feel in the mood for writing. There are only nonsense thoughts wondering through my head at the moment. No point to post those here. Come back soon.

LIKE A WALT DISNEY VIRGIN.

It has been funny to see some of my closest friends becoming members of a Facebook club called "I blame Disney for my high expectations with men". Since we are kids, we are taught that someday around your thirties, an special person will knock your door and you will fall into each other through the art of magic. But what happens if that person never shows up?. Should you stay at home and regret about it or should you start desperately looking for THE ONE by yourself?.

WHAT IT FEELS LIKE.

Despite not having started 2010 as I hoped, it seems that things are taking a different direction 14 days later. Yesterday I experienced, for the first time and in a really long while, the kind of feeling you go through when one of your biggest dream becomes true. All of a sudden, I found myself booking what will be "The Biggest and Greatest Holidays Ive Ever Had". The adventure will be starting on March 20th in Singapore's docks.

ALL SAINTS.

After seeing Vanessa Traina wearing this Balenciaga dress and leather jacket combo, Im seriously considering heading to Brown Thomas after work to buy an All Saints look alike!.

If perfection does exit, Vanessa is a fucking good example.

MY NAME IS NATALIA AND I'M ADDICTED TO PROZAC.

Still wondering if it is the right time to quit "the magic pills" after taking them everyday for the last 3 years. There are so many things in my head at the moment: Mom's getting some surgery done in the 21st, my sister is not feeling well lately and my flatmate doesn't feel in her best since "the accident" occurred on New Year's eve. Hopefully, everything will get better. I refuse to think that this decade will be as bad as the previous one.