New Year's Resolutions

Every December 31st just before the clock hits 12 o'clock I panic thinking about my New Year's resolutions. Very often I've found myself breaking self-promises and quite honest I'm one of those persons that give up easily if the aforementioned pledge requires a great deal of sacrifice, e.g: having to quit wine (yeah right!), carbs, and every thing that doesn't belong to the plant kingdom in order to get a six pack. After promising myself for many years a ripped abdominal area a lá Brad Pitt in The Fight Club and only getting a cute flabby belly a lá Lena Dunham in Girls, I just gave up on unrealistic goals and now I stick to the good old promise-as-you-go type of deal. 

This past year however, I realized that I spend too much time dealing with garments i.e. organizing my closet, taking items to the cleaners, doing laundry, folding clothes, removing cat hairs from my sweaters, and all the other activities that revolve around body containers a.k.a. clothes; and I've come up with a promise that I might be able to keep due to its simplicity and lack of sacrifice: I will recycle, reuse, and restore what I already own and I will not buy any unnecessary apparel for at least three months starting January 1st, 2014 (side effects might include nausea, diarrhea, dry mouth, constipation, insomnia, skin rash….I'm kidding no i'm not. I very recently saw a documentary about how the USA is  addicted to prescription drugs and now I'm all into side effects. Notice also how easily I get side-tracked). 

My first DIY project of the year is this simple white tank with an illustration from  Erika for Deletereo (I love you mon cherie!). Who knew that a color printer, transfer paper and a couple of plastic emeralds could save a plain tank top from the inevitable destiny of becoming sweaty gym wear? 

Let's hope that this resolution doesn't end up in the bucket of broken promises. In there I can find classics like: I'm never bitting my nails again (hands or feet), I'm never putting my used gum behind my ear for future use after I'm done eating, I will floss my teeth more often, I promise to stop ringing all the bells when I'm trying to gain access to a building, and my favorite: I promise to limit my wine consumption to once per month……right. 

Besos! and what were your New Year's lies resolutions? 

All pictures by CoCo (Gords Inmunds)
I'm wearing very proudly one of the nicest bracelets I've ever placed my paws on. You want one? I know you do.  E-mail me ;)
Support local artisans, love limitless and take care of your pets.

Love you all,
G

Living Real Life

I took some weeks off to fully enjoy life, and by life I mean real life, not Instagram life (ok, I cheated and posted a few pictures, but how can I resist drunken Prada boy?), or Facebook life, not even blog life, which in my case is pretty much real life with a bit of Photoshop here and there. As painful and unimaginative as living sans a computer might sound, it was quite nice and inspiring.

Nice and inspiring until Fashion Week, Fashion Night Out, Independent Fashion Bloggers Conference, Obama's speech, Madonna's concert, etc. came and ruined my new found mental Zen. To hell with stopping and smelling of damn roses-- this is New York after all, if I wanted peace and clarity I would've moved elsewhere. So here comes the Guayabeitor again fully charged and ready to take over. Be afraid! Be very afraid!

So let me give you a quick review of my last week. I attended a 2-day event called the Independent Fashion Bloggers Conference. I don't consider myself independent (I fully depend on my husband's huevos con salchicha y arepa), fashion is still a word I find very difficult to define (I've been sent to HR twice in the past month due to non-compliance with the office attire policy), and the only thing I can call myself --thanks to the Education department of the State of New York is an architect, blogger is something I still haven't earned, and yet here there I was in line next to other 400+ girls (and a few very brave boys) waiting to see what this conference had to offer. It was very educational, but the best part of it was meeting great and very talented people. People who like me, get super excited when exposed to a pair of rarely-seen-in-nature Prada Flame shoes.

I also used my time off to design a strategy to more effectively crash the shows of Fashion Week. I will test my plan this coming Sunday. Stay tuned. If caught, I promise to report from the police station, as long as there's free WiFi available.  

That's all for now my beautiful readers. How about you? How are you managing to live a life away from the seductive arms of social media? Damn you to hell Zuckerberg!

Brooke Allen

Tiffany Nakamura from lipstick and highwaters

Unknown pair of great legs.

Louis Ghost Chair by kartell

Prada Flame shoes (*sigh*) Picture by streetpeeper

All other pictures by me. Dragging Alcibiades to one of these events can only be called torture. 

Come out and Play!

I'm feeling adventurous lately and have decided to step away from the safeness of my favorite photo shoot location (my building's roof) to start exploring alternative sites where I can scare not only Alcibiades but bystanders and neighbors. With the exception of some people hoping anxiously that I will slip and fall into the Hudson River, most people seemed pretty entertained to have me around acting like a clown. 

I hope you like these pictures, they were done with love. I wish you all a great Easter and just remember to laugh, hug, play, and travel more often; there are still many roofs to see. 

Have you ever smelled the Hudson River? 

Close-up picture of my cavities. Hi there!

"Citizens of Lilliput...resistance is futile! must surrender!"

Zara blazer, Dooney and Bourke crossbody bag, Prada sunglasses, Frye boots, and My-very-own white dress that I've had for many years and can't really remember how I got it :). And in case you are still wondering, no, I'm not wearing white stalkings, that paleness on my legs is natural and I'm hoping to get rid of it very soon! (hey, at least I shaved!). All pictures by Alcibiades (Dear Alcibiades, I can't thank you enough for the patience and the countless hours of mad laughter we've shared doing this project, I love you). 

Winter (hmmm)

This winter has been the most atypical winter that I've experienced in NYC. I'm not sure if I should get happy or sad. However, being able to enjoy the outdoors without worrying about how on any given moment your ears are going to fall off your head, it's always a plus.
And so I leave you with more on Karl...