This weekend I promise I won’t be sick, I won’t faint again and I’ll study as well as I’ll have some fun (not on a disco stick, though).
To help me in that endeavour, here’s a video for a cool song by one of my newest most favorite bands of the moment: Solid Gold
To be enjoyed with friends.
I just love FFFFound!, it’s the best image databank on the whole of the internet I know.
I took this picture, which represents me and my mood this morning, from their collection. I hope it’s not illegal:
Me in my own world
As Björk once put it: This time, I’m gonna keep me all to myself.
Male models are light years behind their female counterparts in terms of the infamous quartet money, success, fame and glamour.
If Gisele Bündchen is the world’s most influential über model, who would be her männliche version? I don’t know.
Until this issue is settled, there is another model from Brazil (Gisele is as Brazilian as a nice caipirinha, believe me) who’s been making waves: Marlon Teixeira.
He has shot for the likes of Dior, Lagerfeld, Diesel and the works and he is just to die for.
And he knows how to get our attention:
My favorite Marlon T. picture
That’s as good as he gets.
With the weekend approaching I find myself a bit ill. Quite a way to end a fun week, isn’t it? Thank God for painkillers.
Meanwhile, I’ve been listening quite a lot to my newest favorite band, the sensitive and adolescently melodic The xx.
What I love most about them is the subtlety of sounds combined with a great voice duo, the eye-catching, whispery-voiced Oliver Sim (I’ve always had a thing for boys with that cheap look) and lovely Romy Croft.
The best way to cure a headache.
For a person who’s commonly seen as decided, strong-willed, resolute and tenacious, I’ve been feeling quite unsure about the positions I take these days. I’ve been questioning my attitudes towards many people and feeling generally bad about the way I behaved in the past.
Why wasn’t I able to react then in the same positive way I’m capable of now? It pains me that I must make a mistake to learn.
Days like these, I feel quite unlike Edith Piaf in her famously beautiful Non, je ne regrette rien. I regret everything sometimes.
In an effort to feel better and hope to look on the brighter side of things: here’s the song which is meant to inspire us:
I’ve been hanging out quite a lot with my guy friends. The straight ones, I mean.
I love them all, and if I were to put them in two different categories, these would be the hip ones and the nerds. Nowadays, there is an intersection bringing nerds closer to the hip ones, although the consequences are quite obscure for us to foresee the outcome of this proximity for the moment. Cool guys have been appropriating nerd fashion icons in a way their source of inspiration wouldn’t dream of. Id est, nerds continue to look like nerds even though hip guys are now wearing similar clothes.
One example: beards. Facial hair has been a part of the Humanities Faculty (where I met most of these friends) since Plato times. Nerds have had them for as long as I can remember, even if they don’t look flattering on them. So, cool guys started wearing beards, which made it even more okay for nerds to grow theirs. Not a good idea.
Trying to help the world look better, I shall list here the conditions for one to grow a beard, if absolutely necessary:
- your beard should be full, covering the face in a homogeneous way;
- your beard must have one color only;
- your beard must be trimmed every other day, otherwise it becomes disgusting;
- your beard must make you look better, not older, dirtier and more tired.
Taking all that into account, I still prefer a guy with a clean face.
Bearded and handsome?
I never stop thinking straight guys should ALWAYS have a gay guy to help. At all times.
Despite the obvious attraction to rhythms, beats and the music in general, the key factor to my liking any singer in particular is their ability to transform thoughts into lyrics. Then, every once in a while I get quite keen on a particular song or its chorus.
Today I woke up thinking about a part of Adele‘s song My Same:
You said I’m stubborn
And I never give in
I think you’re stubborn
‘Cept you’re always softening
You say I’m selfish
I agree with you on that
I think you’re giving out
In way too much in fact
I say we’ve only known
Each other one year
You say I’ve known
You longer my dear
You like to be so close
I like to be alone
I delight in being alone, often recluse. But never for a long time or in the evening. I don’t know why.