Eternal Summer 2015

Au Revoir Summer!

Thanks for everything you brought us. Good luck in southern latitudes and I hope you miss us so much that you come next year a little earlier full of life and beautiful energy. 

As a South American girl living in New York you know how much I miss you when you are not around. However, I must admit that I have developed a strange love affair with your colleague, Mr. Winter. But don't get jealous, you are still my one and only!

Love you always,

G

Amateur life guards provided to you by Guachafita Productions. 

Infinitas gracias a Guachafita Films & Co. por las fotos, las risas, la compañía, y el inmenso amor que me han brindado por años. Love you guys, let's keep this eternal summer in our hearts for ever. 

Party (not really) like a Rock Star

When I was in Architecture School I used to love the clubbing scene. I used to go out Friday, Saturday and if Monday was a holiday (which happens very often in Colombia -it's actually a miracle that we still exist as a country with all the holidays we celebrate-) then Sunday was a partying day too (needless to say, this generated extreme tension between my parents and I). My class mates, specially Mr. Felipe Villa (yeah you) used to tell me that I had a drafting table in the club (this joke wouldn't make much sense nowadays since architecture students draft in their computers, but back then we actually hand drew our own drawings). My inability to grow up led me to some nice clubs in NYC as well. My very good friend Paola and I landed in Marquee some years ago and we felt as if we had found home (yeah, yeah home is where the heart is but our hearts were in Marquee back then). Then I hit The Standard's Boom Boom Room and Le Bain as if there was no tomorrow. 

And then came Philly. The beautiful city of brotherly love. My partying went from 100RPM to 10RPM on my wildest nights. Did I finally grow up? I don't think so. I'm just going thru a "hold-on-I'm-saving-energy-for-later mode". Philly has provided me with awareness, with tranquility, with peace...and with pay per view! For whatever reason the mere idea of clubbing nowadays gives me an instant hangover. What's wrong with me?! What happened to my beautiful boyfriend "Mr. Party like a rock star"? Gone! Gone with the wind! That boat has long sailed away (or has it not?) taking away beautiful memories of younger days. Now I actually find pleasure on going to bed at nine o'clock in the evening. I love it when I get invited to parties that start early in the afternoon because I know I will be back in Morpheu's arms before midnight. So last night wasn't an exception to the new rule. We rented American Hustle for the third time and in a failed attempt to watch the end of it CoCo and I fell asleep before it was over (this has happened three times already), so can someone please tell me how the hell does this movie end? All I can remember is the beautiful 80's outfits, and the genius girl behind the sentence: "You are nothing to me until you are everything!" Isn't she the best? Never settle for less than you deserve people! Never! 

So for all of you 70's, 80's, 90's, and 2000 party animals. I want you to know that you are not alone. A wild heart cannot be tamed. We can become sleepy, less energetic, or even wrinkled, but we will die being wild. Osho once said: "My meditation is simple. It does not require any complex practices. It is simple. It is singing. It is dancing. It is sitting silently". Maybe I had figured it all out back in my clubbing days. Now that I think about it, when I was dancing in UnoClub until the wee hours I was definitely feeling pure bliss. 

"Yeah! I got five likes on Instagram!" 

"But first, let me take a selfie!"

All pictures by CoCo Productions (Gords, que seria de mi vida sin ti?!)

American Apparel everything, minus the bag which is Juicy Couture (why did they close their stores?), the impossible to walk-in platform shoes which are Céline, the childish Swatch sprinkler watch, and the beautiful handmade bracelet by Rita Jewelry. 

Still not bored? Check the master mind behind my "meeting-my-mother-in-law-for-the-first-time-appropriate" cell phone case here and enjoy!

Besos y bendiciones! Please misbehave and make me proud ;)

Gloria

Happy Monday!

I photo-bombed, you photo-bombed, she photo-bombed...:)

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.