... it will be no.
I would say that my car is a vehicle of mammoth dimensions that intimidates the rest of "lions" of the road, or the fastest animal ever known that asphalt, which is brighter than the sun and the whole world is looking at him as he passed. But no, it's more like me: a gray pellet, practical, with its 74 hp, choking up as the cost of Parquelagos if it takes the air conditioning on, but it holds more paved land as the best 4x4. Maybe that's why I can not imagine with someone other than him ... my beloved little pellet where, with my house, I feel safe and to the outside world. Well
small ball because that led me on Friday, after passing a super jam (cabrón.incapaz.de.dejar.incorporarse.a.una.jovencica driver included) to IFEMA, Feria de Madrid, where he was Madrid Fashion Week (we Cibeles lifetime). There I met in the first row of the parade of Adolfo Dominguez, 5 seats Gwyneth Paltrow (estupendísima minidress with a beautiful deep blue color, designer tights and sandals laced in the same color) to 10 a few meters from the mannequins (especially Jon Kortajarena, which is especially good because he's marching and jumping crouching, but as model photography is spectacular and guapisérrimo) heels could be heard every step they took and feel the air that it followed the movement of the fabric as you go. I was struck by the mad rush that was lived when the actress came to the campus, incredible, shouting questions, pushing, falling, broken cameras ... incredible.
The collection was mixed, beautiful and full of diaphanous tunic dresses for women and quite comfortable jersey knit for the man. All very wearable and flattering, with departures mostly dusty colors. After the show (which, as you will know probably had a little incident with music at the end, leaving Dominguez, apologized in a rather elegant, original, but it was a direct hack to the head of the organization, which was the culprit seems to be that) we were invited into the living room with some delicious cocktails I could not enjoy because "if you drink do not drive" and then home with the strange feeling that comes out is not the same as entered.
Without at some point in my life I have had personal crisis and I doubted my love for fashion, certainly not on Friday was not there. All were cleared in an instant, I felt happy and breathed fashion, creativity and inspiration. Perhaps with a touch of too classism and grouping. But even so, now more than ever know that this is my place in the world. It sounds corny but you become an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat it meant to me to be there and how long I've forward to it.
So I appeal: if anyone reads, For Dior get me through this world of scarcity is drying my creative soul! I promise not to protest, to be coy and being faithful as a pastor perrico (ja, ja, ja)
And in this desperate moment, I return after a summer of intense work (intense, too) and emotions ...
And now ... Inspiration:
