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I spend my life reward for all, which does not know if it's good or bad and, frankly, I do not care. After a week's eternal work out, more work and leave on Saturday afternoon while G and DKNL raided shops to keep busting their closets, I focused my head to my weekly visit to that temple of consumerism and immediate happiness called FNAC.
was looking to buy Broken Embraces to have it and for review and passage to convince these two that is a great movie with a bad script (Something that is filled with the history of cinema). The fact is that I did not have it or not I saw (most likely) and when I would head to the area of \u200b\u200bcoffee table books, a quick and ready as neuron alone turned my head to my right shelf (see "Documentary") and there it was: The September Issue. My heart is bolted, my head spinning a mile a minute and did not quite understand why a few months ago the clerk assured me that they DO NOT HAVE OR IBAN for import did not work and now film was there, within my rapidly fatal hand had been done with one of the only two remaining copies ...



With the tape under his arm, I leave the FNAC (first payment, of course) and I can not be happier.
Saturday passes quickly and be remembered as one of the funniest in recent memory. Passing of work exhausts me and I limited my boss is the worst wanabees and a tacky heart, fellow climb, that within hours will be Monday ... none of that matters. It's Saturday night and I have The September Issue at home waiting.



Nights happy, sad morning. Knows that even the dumbest of the class. With less hangover than expected, G is preparing a pasta with ham estupendísima and after lunch, the three, religiously, we went to the viewing.
The September Issue is probably the best story on the fashion world has been made to date. Goes beyond the personality of Wintour. Pecise chronicles the rags business.
priceless moments: Stefano Pilatti the verge of a nervous breakdown showing his collection in private screening at Diablo (yes, go to Prada).
Anna Wintour's face when Grace Coddington talks about money before the film crew.
Speaking of Anna herself at the funeral of Isabella Blow.
Fun with André Leon Talley.
The absurdity of Lagerfeld (bordering on the unbearable).
Rachel Zimmerman eating a strawberry cake after a grueling session with a Chanel couture.
Anna Wintour's relationship with their children. Rigor
The question before all the shows: "Anna has arrived?".
Anna herself busy in looking for a designer to collaborate with Mango or telling Oscar de la Renta so make the parade and what not.
The very great Grace Coddington: I ended up literally in love with this woman. In total genius, his vision of fashion (and romantic too), his style, his life, his way of speaking, how he smiles ... of it all. I propose to RJ Cutler (the director), a documentary about her enterito. Really big.



Otherwise, all that I hoped would be fulfilled. Anna Wintour is relentless, their faces say it all, is extremely shy and distant, making all their assistants are the way to the brink of suicide all day. Disheveled and covering his face all the time do not stop saying "you have to tell Anna ...", without making clear who the fuck is going to have to tell arrests whatever. A picture. And I thought working under constant pressure ... clear that an arm would take the place of any such editors of Vogue USA though I paid to see Miolastan Tranquimazin or for life. He who wants something, something hard.
A curious thing: suddenly, and I DKNL we realize that we are back to talking about fashion. Seriously, with crazy theories with pointless discussions with love and passion for what we like in life. G, which is like a USB memory, reminds us it's because for months (many) who only talk about work.
Peter Pan has grown up. There seems no alternative. But it's nice to talk again just what you like and not what keeps you. We make plans to catch
bugger off and plant them in Paris at the shows without tickets in kamikaze plan. I like the plan but has little chance of success. No matter. The important thing is to want and have it pending. And that goes
The September Issue. Of people on all, loves what he does. People distant, cold, frivolona, \u200b\u200bcreative, vain, absurd and brilliant. People who love their work, but especially people who love fashion.

" There is something in fashion that makes people nervous "
(Anna Wintour)

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Let the blogger come to me ... (But not all!)



At first it was the worship of distance, not knowing what would happen, how was going to surprise us, what would your next trick for we fell exhausted at his feet and waited six long months until His Majesty the absolute Owner of all our pleasures, he deigned to visit us and leave us in grace and mouth open during another six months.
No one argued, no one dared challenge it, no one questioned it, lost and abducted expected his word to give us strength, to tell us what to wear, what to think, feel, whom he idolized in the coming days until he decided what his Royal Folly otherwise. And we, his followers, happy to receive a glimmer of his imperious presence.

But nothing is eternal, nothing is immutable and a day like any other (major tragedies and events that change your life forever always happen any day) someone thought, spoke and dared to rebel. Like those others who nailed a pig's head on a stick and decided to worship, instituting a reign of terror and absolutism seamlessly into an idyllic society. The kids are not. Children no longer want to continue playing on the beach forever. Now they want to worship a pig's head nailed to a stick until they get tired, to seek new heads or until the Creator who gives life ends with them.



His Royal Majesty ceased to be visible every six months and began to be closer as far as possible. Accustomed to being the ultimate parasite, strained a little rope that held together the faithful and without whom was nothing (though they do not know or just chanced to see it coming). And
attracted to Her. The Grand Mantis sowed yellow brick road delicious little candies, just love that did not quite fill the cravings of the beach boys but the distraction of the pig's head on the stick. But did not some of them continue to think and not let distracted by bright yellow tiles and shining or the delicious candy that filled the path of perdition. Children, you know, are naturally fickle and is quite hard to keep your attention ...

And then decided to divide, separate, to sow discord among them. And he saw that it was good. Blacklists and whitelists. People people in and out. People who crosses the red cord of happiness and people who are left out. People who stop commenting on other people. People no longer want anything that does not come from His hands. And the world turned back to spin, the order was again established. It should be. As it should never cease to be.



I am not worthy to receive you in my house but a word from you will suffice to save ...

I Think My Cat Has A Broken Leg

Absurd and Tremendous



I love women for everything except one thing. I grew up surrounded by powerful women, character, hardworking and fascinating. A long line of women who have held the reins of my family. Something like a matriarchy roll The House spirits but not ghosts that come to remind us of old scores to settle ... or maybe.
Since my mom and my sister, the two most important women in my life, even my friends, female sex has always been present.



I'm not falling into the stereotypes that say that are bad, interested, ruthless including smarter than hunger ... All topics have some truth in the background but not the absolute truth. Nothing is.
And this has been a week of women. On the one hand, discover the fabulous (and absurd) Wealthy Women program La Sexta (Milikito this chain is a cross between The Socialist and The Case). Are supposed to be super rich and have nothing to do but watch for themselves. Looking like teenage mothers and young-looking sluts in fourth. Priceless dialogue between Charlotte and her very best friend laughing at a Bershka dress that "Chacha" (as is) is left at home. Olivia unpayable
Valére to give his son at breakfast to be enclosed by a slimming clinic while fattening the chocolate dumplings without mercy and without fear of soiling his Chanel.



From my point of view, are not rich at all or at least not as much as they want us to believe but they are fun. All that pose frivolona and candida this behavior more typical of FOQ recreation of a supposed millionaire to Marbella or moral ... Very muses. Very absurd. Very big. A program politically incorrect in these times of stock market cracks, brought gifts and budget cuts and that, my dears, is much appreciated. Refrain who intend to see it with a minimum of social consciousness and seriousness. Will only go to bed angry.
More women. This week has reached the fifteenth anniversary of the death of Lola Flores . For many the Largest Authentic . For others, simply the best. Of course, I remember Lola Flores on TV since I have reason and remember also not have paid attention ever. Until you grow while you discover that you like groups learn to despise the things called "old" or "outdated." Until you realize that Lola has never been in such a category. On the contrary, there is not nobody was more modern than she (in the best sense of the word "modern").




remember seeing recently an interview with singer Tahúres Zurdos in which he said something that also happens to me. I'm not excited about the things that "should" close stylistic modernez for granted and yet it makes my hair stand on end when Lola hear sing the first lines of your A vera or Rocío Jurado start to reel off their wonderful I do not give . Muses absolute. Women product of a time that no longer exists. A time that made them such as (I can not talk about them in the past): strong, ironic, fighters, more vulgar than anyone, more women than anyone else, unique.



cumpleños keep getting gifts even though more than a month since I have one more (damn!). DKNL gave me the Sticky and Sweet Tour other large that I managed to reconcile. His latest album it sucks (I'm in mine) but there is NO shadow you can do at a concert. You do not have a great voice (despite the Harmonize, this great invention together with Photoshop) or is already at 52 a little tired but still the best because, like Lola, like Dew, is much larger than their own shortcomings and this step is poised to become bigger than his own legend.
From there to spend the day listening to the CD (DKNL not skimp) was a short step. My only regret is that the version of Borderline fabulosísima does not appear on the disc. In return, yes that includes the equally amazing version of You Must Love Me Madonna a in grace surrounded by gypsies and wrapped by hundreds of thousands of Argentines who cry to him: We love you!. Really big.



And one thing leads to another, just looking at Youtube videos of Evita and fall into a spiral of matches. A great playing another big. A large almost turned into another big. Ciccone versus Perón.
Two women with much in common, from its origins to its ambition through the innate ability to handle the masses. Evita see a speech from the balcony of the Casa Rosada and see how many years later, Madonna hypnotized hundreds of thousands of Argentines (most gorgeous, what a country!) in a stadium in Buenos Aires, makes it clear that time passes, fashions change, countries also but there are certain things that are eternal, like the great fascination. Lola, by spraying, Madonna, Eva, Edith, by Simone, Frida, by mothers who take their children out alone, for the grandmothers who are looking unavailable to despair, for each and every one of them .
Nevertheless, I think we're hanging around the thirty women who died this year at the hands of people to whom the term "man" comes to them very large.