The rain finally gave us a break - Thanks mate -
and so I spent my day at the park...
At home I noticed something, they still there. Who?
Them... those 3 boxes that have been watching me from the table for the last
few days. And so there, between this brutally pleasant weather and a
fresh bottle of Somersby I decided it was the perfect occasion to open them...
The 3 boxes and an envelop... I've heard about this envelop.
Oh and a Time Out! But I've already seen it...
It was with big enthusiasm I received the first
contact from Time Out! I absolutely adore this magazine that has an amazing
cultural impact in diverse areas and wonderful to-do & to-see suggestions
in capitals all over the globe! I was featured in the " The style
of..." section, and if there is a thing that I like to defend is the idea
of personal sense of style. Sense of style that is born, conquered and that
grows with you. Being part of a generation in which we all suck from the same
tit - Inter Net - is hard for the milk to taste different, and so for a soul to
find its own loneliness called idiosyncrasies. Is in this breeze of individuality
that one finds the myth of "style”. Books, music, movies, crazy parties,
heart breaks & mends, lazy hangovers or simply a nice view down my window:
It all becomes part of the equation of what I wear, who I am.
