Paul Newman

If it had any sense passing from black and white cinema to colour cinema, it sure would be the possibility to contemplate the bluest eyes ever.

There won't be a look like that never again

I wish I had Paul Newman's eyes

And every day came with some surprise

I wish I had Paul Newman's eyes

That would be niceBut still I wish I had Paul Newman's eyes

Dear Miami

Dear Miami
You're the first to go
Disappearing under melting snow
Each and everyone
Turn your critical eye
On the burning sun
And try not to cryStrictly rolling V.I.P.
Strictly rolling V.I.P.Behind these walls
You can be so self-absorbed
Behind those eyes, no disguise
Disguise, no you can't disguise
Behind this fortress of an address
Stuck in the passion void
With a little style full and for a while

lyric: Roisin Murphy
image: Mario Testino, Vogue Paris June/July 2007

She's always the one to blame (I)

A time ago i realised that the separation of many great bands has been attached to the romance of one of its members with a woman...actually i find this conviction kind of unfair...

i mean, i bet all those groups had already problems before the arrival of the "femme fatale", like drugs, alcohol, routine or fights for leadership...

Here the first examples of what i mean:

PAMELA COURSON

(1946-74)

She was known as the long-term companion of Jim Morrison, vocalist of The Doors.

The relationship was stormy as both tender.

Morrison did not hesitate to interact with other women.

Morrison called Courson his "cosmic mate"

and dedicated his self-published books of poetry to her, as well many songs.

It was Pamela who partly influenced Jim to be exiled to Paris
with the idea of starting from zero without any problems, being a poet, not a rock star.

People thought she wanted to keep Jim just for her.

The band never accepted the presence of Pam in the tests, nor in the study, in fact, the Doors always saw Pam as an obstacle in the life of Jim.

On July 3, 1971 Jim Morrison was found dead in the bathtub of their apartment in the Marais district of Paris, France, where he lived with Pamela.

She died three years later that Morrison, by an overdose of heroin, in quite strange circumstances.

Friends who lived with her claimed that she told she saw the picture of Jim, and felt guilty about his death and had also she had widened her consumption of drugs.

At her funeral, the Doors asked that no one was dressed in black, perhaps by a request from Pam or simply formalities of the family of the bride, it is not known.

Ray Manzarek played a note of the song "Orange Country Girl,"
and other compositions that Jim had supposedly devoted to Pamela.

None of the attendees made a comment about how she and Jim lived or died,

people just went to his funeral and kept silent.

In her tombstone, appears with the surname Morrison,

as she had dreamed, to be the wife of Jim.

-Courson was portrayed by Meg Ryan in Oliver Stone's 1991 film, The Doors.

i'll post more examples of great women blamed for disolving bands soon! sorry, but today i haven't too many time.

Hope you like it! Have a great weekend!

BHBG in the Madrid Fashion Week!!!

Hey!!, yeah, i got three invitations!!

I was attending yesterday the Ailanto catwalk! it was amazing!

It has been my first "direct contact" with the fashion world, and well, i was soooo excited!!

At the arrival, a girl ask as to take a photo of my friend and me for a fashion blog....guess which blog it was?? El Notable!, in fact...the picture is already posted!!

i'm the girl with the white dress, the leopard scarf and the purple leather jacket!!

check it on the blog!!

http://elnotable.blogspot.com/2008/09/pasarela-cibeles.html

Well, when we arrived to the enclosure...we didn't know exactly where to go...so we asked to a security woman who indicate us where to go...she sent us to the backstage thinking we were models!! we were surrounded by clothes and chaos...hehehe, it was great!

So we got ourselves out of there...welll, my friend got me out of there...i was thinking on the possibility of one model to break her leg in that moment and calculating the probability for the designer to come shouting us...please, please, replace her for the catwalk!! hehehe.

We finally found the right place and sat down...believe me, when the lights turned off and the music began to play i practically cry! hehe, it's just i couldn't believe i was on a runway!

The collection was really nice...inspired in Morocco,

here i leave you some photographs i took and another ones i found on the web:

it maybe reminds me a little bit of Matthew Williamson...
don't know...

When it finished, everyone went out...

so we did, we walked around visiting the magazines and brands stands.

We saw quite a lot of celebrities

[like Marina Perez!]

Oh, and i was interviewed! but i was so nervous...
i hope they won't show it on any tv channel!
And they tried to interview me again for a humor programme
(para los españoles, el programa era Caiga quien Caiga,jeje)
to demonstrate that models are not stupid...
it was like, NOO, i'm not a model...
and i don't know nothing about biology!

In short, it has been a great great great experience! I hope i would be able to repeat it again...but next time, i'll be the one on the catwalk! hehe.

My favourite collections

I've been reading ton and tons of magazines and blogs since my arrival...and there are three collections that i really really liked!

Here i leave you my choices for these season!

GIVENCHY

LANVIN

BALMAIN

What about you? which are the collection you liked the most for this autumn-winter?

Hummings's tag!

Yes, Hummingbird, my first post

(besides the one informing of my return)

is the mêmê you nominated me for!

Thanks a lot for thinking of me for a musical issue like this! =)

It's about writting a song (actually a part of it) which defines or describes us.
Mine is Drops of Jupiter, from Train... one of the nicest songs ever:

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere

With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey,

acts like summer and walks like rain

Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey,

Since the return from her stay on the moon

She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey...

Tell me did you sail across the sun

Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded

And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star

One without a permanent scar

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she’s back from that soul vacation

Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey,

She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo

Reminds me that there’s room to grow, hey, hey, hey,

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere

I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' jane

Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet

Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

And head back to the milky way

And tell me, did Venus blow your mind

Was it everything you wanted to find

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

An old boyfriend told me once that i was like the girl in the song....well, i bet i'm a little like that...always dreaming, and out, and returning back for leaving again, always living my own life and the complementary lifes that i imagine, well, kind of always expecting and wishing more and more interesting things to happen...

So i do nominate:

Prudence
Miss_b
Asleigh
S

BHBJ is back!

Hi everybodyyyyy!!!
I've just arrived from my holidays!!

Oh my, i practically don't remember how to post! hehe.

Ok, i hope you all had a great great August!

and give me a little time just to read all the comments,

and to answer them

and to read a little bit of what's been

happening in the world lately!

I'll get as much energy and attention as i can get
to rekindle my blog!

But let me unpack my suitcase! =)