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Believe it or not, We are living in 2010. When I was little and thought in 2000 I imagined beaming it into college, picnicking colored pills provide all the energy I needed to live, sticking out my skate polish ultra light platinum silver with clothing. Since then, the future is never as expected.
Anyway, here I am, finishing the first decade of the new millennium and nothing that has come true. On the contrary, I have to take a conveyance dirty and clean every day, counting calories and crushing food always in the gym.
As if this were not enough, the surrounding reality persists, with stubbornness child in looking back constantly (I would say that ...). And is that enough to take a look around to realize that much remains for the future ideal of Huxley.



In the 60's, people of vision as Rabanne and Courreges dreamed of a future of plastic, straight lines and metal. Geniuses who have gone into fashion history. Visionaries.
Currently, as most of the collections are very very "revisited" (with some personality in the best cases) the rags that they put our grandmothers. From Prada to Louis Vuitton Amancio through the Empire, things are clear. Mad Men, Grease, soul, Motown and top of a lifetime.
This is not exclusive fashion. In music we have the same scenario. It began with the great Amy made us believe that listening to soul on the iPod was the most of everything modernez and the toupee, the roll pin up crappy neighborhood and was something new bandanas. Very 2000's. Next to it, although at a somewhat more trendy indie but we have much more to The Drum or The Meters. A recent news story announced that John Lurie, The Lounge Lizards leader and true king of cool, go hiding in Europe after leaving the California house of one of the Red Hot Chilly Peppers Where were ambushed fleeing a stalker who does not even let to sun or shade. And nobody has said to be a music star is easy.



The roll revival, retro, is more fashionable than ever. Now everything is retro, or what is worse, vintage. In most cases the same dog with different collar. My friend B told me the other day for the first time in his life he felt old. Why?. Perhaps a few kilos teenager and abundant hair had tried to "you" (damn courtesy rule depending on who and how you say you can make the dust the day)?. Perhaps he felt the first knee pain when rising from his chair in the office? . Or was it perhaps a wrinkle that was not yesterday there?. No. It was much easier than that. He realized that many things are in store for this winter had brought her and remembers her mother or taking them (blatant case of Zara skirts secretary). The sign of the times. The vagaries of fashion.



is true that nothing is as it was. It is true that the new look as such will never be seen on the streets but the aftertaste is seen, and known ... Since Galliano left to invent amazing collections to plagiarize without shame everything he did Monsieur Dior, what can we expect?.
How is it possible that people yearns for a Mini or a Beetle in version 2000 (that is, overdesigned, and without any of the charm that made the originals legendary)?.
is the natural reaction to the times of crisis?. Not long ago, a former economic adviser to Mitterrand's recent governments that Europe is headed to a super deep crisis that will make us root rethink who we are and where we go. Doomsayers aside, it seems clear that the advanced societies (the others pretty much have to survive) we look back at happier times, supposedly, in times of crisis like the present. That may be the success of a golden age in which families were perfect, ladies drink Martini at midnight between the rustle of their Cancano and the clink of her bracelets of diamonds. Men wore hair gel (and kept their hair) and the emergence of household appliances heralded a future of unparalleled comfort and convenience. A happiness by electronics.



And in the background, some reason they have. There is only a glimpse of the fabulous collection and campaign even more fabulous Marc Jacobs for Louis Vuitton to realize that anyone would want to live there permanently. Natalia Vodianova, Karen Elson and Christy Turlington beautiful and carefree apparent in a ladies room. Their husbands expect fuera tomando Dry Martini mientras suena jazz en un restaurante envuelto en humo de cigarrillos rubios. Todavía no habían llegado las prohibiciones ni existía eso tan inquientante que se llama Autoridades Sanitarias (el Santo Oficio del siglo XXI para los fumadores). Una delicia.
Mientras tanto, en una galaxia no muy lejana, los chicos y las chicas del Euskadi Ta Fashion nos proponen una vuelta al verdadero vintage: el reino de Navarra y el polar, esta vez con una propuesta de pañuelo de raso para la cara de lo más in que hace que destaque mucho más la chapela. Eso sí que es vintage y lo demás cuento.
Lo dicho. Los mismos perros con distinto collar.

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Prada Spring / Summer 2011

How Long Does Pino Noir Last Closed

A small part of The September World Issue

The unequivocal sign that the summer comes to an end is neither return operation or post-holiday syndrome, or an angry faces widespread, or even running after the taxi Pancho Julia. The true sign that it's over what was fun about summer is the arrival at the kiosks and our lives in the fascicles. One more year, to September, appearing like mushrooms collectibles of all kinds: from pilates, interior design, language courses, dollhouses or claims yourself up to imitate the song of birds or a crash course to sex chickens. I miss some more bizarre as ladybugs cutouts for pedophile priests or collections of pocket breathalyzers for alcohol anonymous.



live in the era of the masses. Everything is within reach of everyone. Since there is hardly anything exclusive. Ibiza is not even what it once was, now a branch of any bottle winter summer. No matter. What is important is the size of your sunglasses.
do not think the big Chanel was aware of I was rolling when he began to fashion the closer to a beach the warmer months. Previously, Brown was himself to be the working classes. When you spend all day in the open ended with a color that would later become the ultimate all along the coast.
Now what is really cool to leave your home and still behaving with the same impunity that if you had not left. Personally, I sweat it you do in your living room but requires (as is) a little please if you're on a beach, which is reduced to four basic things, namely cleanliness, discretion, good education and sense of the ridiculous.



As this year we have not gone anywhere on vacation and not plan to be gone all summer at home (I do not escape to the ground), we returned to that place where I spent all my summers growing up. A small part of the world that he thought immutable, the people of God's life, to realize that even this is beyond the mass of a thousand arms and thousand heads that everything takes and transforms everything. Nothing to say. The people of my childhood still lives in me, that now is something else, neither better nor worse. Different.
thing is that I can not help thinking (the old stuff, I guess) when things were otherwise. The beach was wonderful "our" beach. People know her if only out of sight. It was the people of all ages. Of every summer. Know who was who (in a micro society in which it was essential to know) depending on which part of the beach and planted their actual towel. At night you saw at the same parties and in the same bars and the interaction was full of codes that you should know how to manage to survive and "be somebody" in this complicated world of summer.



Then you grow and let go. You work and you have to live another summer pasta. People see it and let time takes its course. And suddenly, without knowing how or why, either a summer 2010, thousands of years after those mystified and eternal summer, come back to match. Of course, there are people you see most often and with whom you have not lost all contact. And you discover that your problems are not what they were. Now the emotional crisis are really fat and come with commitments and responsibilities. Now close your horizon is not to pass these subjects were you in September and has barely played all summer. It is now once again, something else. And, as I say, suddenly one night happens and you find yourself dining on a terrace and looking around the table the faces you back memories, smells, moments of other summers. The power of summer.



And if you look in the eyes of the heart and not with the face that are misleading and very tricky (as everyone knows), you discover that they are not, we are not the same. And yet, there is something that unites us. You have ended up there by chance. Your plans will surely be others. Life, the economy or last minute plans I ended up being the same sea every summer. It does not matter. Does not really matter. Drink beer and laugh at all while the sun sets on the leather and the sea. And it happens again. The magic of summer.
If you like the song says " one always comes back to the old sites loved life, there can be no better place to be.
has been a good summer. Now comes the season of issues. We'll always have that small part of the world.