Au revoir bikinis!

I’m breaking up with my bikinis (for now). I don’t think we were meant for each other. My bikinis always demanded a perfectly flat-six-pack stomach when all I was able to give -even after years of sit-ups- was a cute roundish belly covered by a good inch of fat provided to me by Wine (my lover). This summer I’ll go out with someone a little bit more flexible, someone who tolerates the fact that I’m never breaking up with Wine, someone that isn't as ungrateful and strict. This summer I’m starting a love affair with one-piece bathing suits and granny panties.
Embracing the funny tan lines and the relaxed belly :)

Jazz Age Party Part Dos

I've never been able to resist a tarot reader (aka: psychic, bullshitter, clairvoyant, palm reader, crystal ball gazer, etc). Life is full of surprises and there's nothing like taking one day at a time blah blah blah, but the fact that someone can give me a little something about the future provides me with a great deal of comfort. Who doesn't want to hear a "you'll be rich" or "you'll travel a lot" prediction every once and then? I've been told this same crap so many times that I'm about to think that my "predicters" are failing to tell me that it won't happen on this life but probably when I re-incarnate as a flea on a flea circus traveling around the world in the back of a monkey. 

Last Saturday I spotted this lovely lady from far away. She was not palm reading anybody, but her turban came with super prophet powers, or at least that's what I thought. I approached her and asked her to read my palm. She told me that she was trying to nail the grandma look and not the psychic look, but that she'll use her best future-telling-skills if it meant that I was going to leave her alone.  This time the future seemed a lot more brighter than before as she told me that I was going to have five husbands and that the last one was going to take away my money (I'm assuming the money we keep talking about will be provided to me via husband #1, 2, 3, or 4 -5 will be the crook- since the only valuables  I currently have are my four-legged beasts and a couple of MiuMiu's). 

Can't wait for the future! Future, here I come!
Besos,
G

All pictures by  CoCo

Governor's Island Jazz Age Lawn Party 2013

I pretty much wait all year long for this event. I get to dress-up, drink wine and dance along with thousands of other lost souls in constant fascination with the prohibition era. 

Can't wait for next year. 

Besos,

G

All pictures by CoCo and Me.

Summer Song Addiction

One Day/ Reckoning Song by Azaf Avidan (Wankelmut Remix) Day version.

Happy Friday Quimbara Quimbara!

Celia Cruz, the one and only. If you were born south of the hemisphere chances are that you grew up listening to Celia, El Gran Combo, La Fania, Tito, Joe, etc. These songs are part of our internal hard drive. If only every lesson thought in school was in a form of a salsa song Colombia would be a land of geniuses!

Last weekend CoCo's parents came to visit her, and that such event inspired us to have a mini welcome parents-welcome-nice-weather party at CoCo's backyard; because sometimes all you need is chips, salsa, wine an all-white-outfit and Celia to turn your life into a Carnaval. 

Happy Friday!

G

Vintage white pants found at certain's aunt house. Remember this? 
H&M vest
All pictures by beautiful CoCo
Extras not knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into include: CoCo's parents and Mafe...the DJ

Real Nice Thing in Life #6

I have promised myself not to buy any clothing item for three months. I'm very proud of my organizational skills, but my closet is rapidly reaching its full capacity. I'm blessed enough to belong to the spoil girl's club where owning fifteen pair of shoes seem normal. From a practical point of view one should only need one pair. The other fourteen pairs are the result of years of being spoiled by a lovable father, mother, boyfriends, husband, etc. I'm en route of becoming a clothing addict. Which doesn't sound that bad when you think about it. Clothes have never seriously hurt anyone, and the side effects of shopping therapy are known to be quite positive involving feelings of pure ecstasy and immense happiness. The problem starts when you can't fit your clothes anywhere. I have to say however that I've always had the "one and one" rule. One new item comes in, one old item goes out. That way I've kept my closet in balance and my friends happy -purging closet day is quite popular among my closest pals-.

Before committing to three months of clothing abstinence, I made myself a little ritual. Like a smoker having his last cigarette, I treated myself to one last shopping spree. I promised myself that this spree could only consist of one item, one last special item that would seduce me and keep me entertained for the hard months to come. And without much effort this pretty little skirt found me. It was love at first sight. It made me look -and feel-  like a pumpkin. But not any type of pumpkin, but a pumpkin having a blast in the Carnavales de Rio. It was fluffy, heavy, and shapeless. In other words: PERFECT! 

It's been two weeks since I started my non-buying-any-clothing-for-three-months-promise and I've done a great job. The only thing I gotten myself has been a package of bobby pins, which I chose to categorize as necessities and not clothing items/ accessories. 

I think I will be able to control myself. With the money I'll be saving these three months I'm planning to buy a killer pair of shoes ;) Just kidding!

Real Nice Thing in Life #6: Clothes! and the joy of sharing what you have with the people you love.

Besos,

G

All pictures by CoCo
H&M Skirt, JCrew Shirt, Celine Platforms, vintage shell purse