Chez Agnes

Thursday afternoon. 15:30 hrs My project has gone mayhem. My wonderful, I’ve-been-2-years-planning project. Great, isn’t it? Exactly. Even my ex-boss knows, cause boys around here told him about my stressful state of Thursday. Worst thing is, mayhem can’t be fixed for myself, which means, I depend on others planning, fixing, and efficiency, which I don’t doubt about, but stress me out equally. It means I haven’t been sleeping well for the last 4 days… And it means that I probably won’t until it’s done, hopefully sometime between yesterday and Friday. It’s going to be a long week. Indeed.

Well, everybody has seen this picture: To comment beyond what I did on friday with my collegues (it was the event of the week), would be, honestly, beyond cruel. They're children, after all... which lets me saying that it was another error to sum to all of the simply unforgivable things this president of us has done. I keep wondering, though, what the hell was he thinking letting them go out to a formal event (to which is more than questionable they had to assist) in such outfits, specially when they're supposed to be representing a whole country. There is a very thin line between personality and bad taste. This picture just shows how thin.

1: START OF A NEW SEASON – a new beginning. This year I’ll learn how to drive, and keep my room tidier. I’ll travel more and plan my Master. I’ll continue my way towards fashion. 2: COLDER WEATHER – in fashion as well as in life. Not only the colors suit me so much better, it’s always the perfect excuse to change your wardrobe, especially when your slimmer and you have to get new clothes anyway!! There’s also the fact that you get to be able to show off so much more: gloves, scarves, hats, jumpers, shirts, shoes and tights… shall I go on? In life, I always say that I love the first gulp of cold air when I exit home first thing in the morning. It keeps me up and going, it gives me energy… 3: READING – so many books, so little time (and so little money… I feel like my Amazon account is going up up up!!!). Come cold, and nothing feels as good as a cup of good coffee and a book. 4: HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS – Autumn is definitely high season, especially now that I haven’t seen m...

Went with Sad Eyes to the Annie Liebovitz exhibition today. It was pretty complete, both with personal and proffesional work of the photographer. Those who don't know her, she's the one that featured Demi Moore pregnant and naked on Vanity Fair. Does it ring a bell now? That's what I thought. Right ow she's in a bit of a finantial problem... apparently she gave out her rights on her pictures to cover her debts... or somthing like that. Hell of a problem since she's been featured EVERYWHERE, specially in VF and Vogue, and I suppose that creates a bit of a controversy. Anyways. Overall, I liked the exhibition. But I with no doubt prefered her proffesional pictures rather than the personal ones. Seeing her lesbian lover dying of cancer in a hospital, or dead on a table kind of killed the mood for me... no wonder she didn't like to take personal pictures.

(as a contrast to Marta’s dreadful one … seems like universe needs an equilibrium) Friday, 16:30. Day 0 My hairdresser says, after 6 years of continuous no’s, she’ll cut me a fringe. My mum cringes over the phone at the idea. Calls my dad. He calls back 2 hours later, only to find out it’s too late for a change. 20:45 I have to say… I love it. And my parents do too. The picture uploaded to facebook counts 16 comments on the new haircut… everybody seems to think it’s both fashionable and chic, and that it looks cool on me. I couldn’t be happier. Sunday, 21:00. Day 2 I wash my hair, and try to blow-dry it myself. I dread for the worst. What if the fringe doesn’t end straight enough? What if I’m not able to do it right?... could it be a complete disaster??? Only thing is, after some time of blow-drying, it doesn’t look bad at all. I iron it and it looks better still. Seems like it was a good decision after all. Monday, 12:30. Day 3 By this time, everybody has seen my new haircut at work. ...

Yesterday I had such a lovely time with Marta at Madrid's First Fahion Night Out. We met early at Serrano (still looking like someone was trying to find a treasure or something) and started on our "present route" right away. First was Carolina Herrera, which was a total failure. Not only the shop assistants where nasty, but they also managed to be selfish enough to not give the present they promised to those who were wearind read lipstick (us included), but to scare people off. Not even the lovely champagne and maccaroons would keep us in there! shame on them. Marta & I after our make up session at Hoss Intropia Thanks that right after that we found ourselves beeing extremly well treated at Hoss Intropia (where we were invited to make up thanks to Bobby Brown), given lovely presents in shops near by (Prada, YSL, La Perla - which had a living model on their window-), and enjoying ourselves terribly inspite of the big ol' holes in the street. ...

As you all know in fashion one day you're in, and the next one you're out. For once, I'm glad to be in the 2nd group:FASHION NIGHT OUT tonight!!!

If you can make one heap of all your winnings, And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss... Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) Today is the day I abandon my 25s to begin a new adventure through my 26s. This has been my best year so far… it began with my return from China, from a new horizon, from my latest adventure then, with a new state of mind, and a new proposal: to live. Intensely. And so I have, hence this wonderful year that has taken me to Paris, to London, to my usual places, to new ones, and a little nearer to that person I’m becoming, who I want to be. Through all this year I’ve discovered there are many ways you can travel. You can travel from a towel lying on a beach, from a memory or from a Mission to Mars. You can travel, too, from your job in a fast consumer goods company and, what is more, you ought to. Because to travel is to leave, to move, the opposite to comply. Because...

I’m reading this book, totally hilarious. Title: “He’s just not that into you” . I know, not precisely intellectual reading, but it was a present, so I decided to take a look at it. Couldn’t have made a wiser decision… it’s totally worth it. I’m having the time of my life reading it since it’s so funny, and so true… Us girls seem a hell of a lot dumber than we really are. We sit around, talk with our girlfriends, and keep making out the craziest excuses for the guys we meet and date, transforming our meeting is some kind of workshops that could easily be named “ Men: puzzled behaviour creatures” . We dissect, discuss, and ponder the significance of their dos and don’ts to mostly end up disappointed, crying and/or increasing our daily chocolate dose, all in search of the so called Prince Charming who, amazingly, just seems to be on vacation on Lalaland, way far away, out of reach. As my dearest Charlotte York would say “ I’m exhausted, where is he?!” , hence all the drama. Well, d...