martes, 19 de enero de 2010

PROXIMAMENTE...


Este es un vestido que comenzé al terminar las clases. La inspiración salió de un sueño.
En esta foto esta a mitad de camino, pero proximamente lo van a poder ver terminado.
Fue realizado para usarlo en el BAF (Buenos Aires fashion week) con unos zuecos y un sobre importado de la India.
Es de Yersey con elasticos negros. Es un diseño largo y tubo.

viernes, 15 de enero de 2010

ONE MILLION






libroROMEOYJULIETA,
sweterRAPSODIA,
collaresVINTAGE,
perfumeRALPHROCKS,
tortaMARUBOTTANA.


Got a feeling


zapatosAYRES,vestidoJAZMÍNCHEBAR,saquitoCOMPLOT,anillosVINTAGE



Dicen que toda pelea tiene solución, pero creo que eso lo inventan para consolarse, ya que en la mía no la encuentro. También dicen que una amiga dura por siempre, pero tampoco creo que así sea.

martes, 12 de enero de 2010

Walking down the street



vestidoEXPRESS,zapatillasCONVERSE,accesoriesVINTAGE











rapsodia








polleraCOMPLOT, remeraADORHADA, zapatosVINTAGE, anillosFRESNO



lunes, 4 de enero de 2010

sábado, 2 de enero de 2010

Viva La Vida






















I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh

viernes, 1 de enero de 2010

dosmildiez




(campera, anillo y collares vintage)
Happy New Year!
Empezar con positivismo el nuevo año, felicidad para todos.