jueves, 25 de octubre de 2012

Individúo.


El jueves pasado, tuve la suerte de asistir a un estudio de grabación para escuchar las mezclas finales de los temas del nuevo disco de Individúo... La emoción y la alegria con que contaban la historia de cómo nació cada uno de esos temas, hizo que la noche sea mágica, tan mágica como ellos, la verdad no podria estar mas felíz por estos 2 amigos mios, a los cuales quiero muchisimo, y les deseo todo el éxito del mundo!.
Paso a contar muy rapidamente la historia del dúo (que por cierto, si nunca los escucharon, deberian hacerlo, no saben lo que se pierden!)... Tiffany Joy, una cantautora de San Francisco y Maqui Reyes un cantautor y músico de Bogotá se conocieron en junio de 2010 en la capital de Buenos Aires y se han unido para formar el grupo musical Individúo - presentando internacionalmente temas propios junto con versiones únicas de algunos de los temas mas celebrados de Bossa Nova, Salsa, Pop, Rock nacional y más. 
Sus voces son únicas, y suenan increibles juntos, 2 personas super especiales, llenos de sueños, buenas energías y alegria, una vez más, les deseo todo el éxito del mundo, que tan merecido se lo tienen!.
Aqui les dejo un adelanto de uno de sus temas "Una canción bonita" y el "making of" del disco. 
A disfrutar y MÚSICA POR FAVOR!.


domingo, 21 de octubre de 2012

Nancy Sinatra 2.0




Lana Del Rey’s video for Ride is more of a autobiographic short film: the first couple of minutes she tells a story while you see her ridding around the desert on motorbikes, amongst some other things.  Then she steps on stage to perform Ride for a crowd of bikers, probably the most vulnerable and honest we’ve ever seen her yet. 
She makes out with a series of different men, yet she doesn’t seem to care about any of them - she seems happiest when she’s in the middle of the desert, waving the American flag or swinging around on a tire. Indian feathers suit her well too!.
A masterpiece, directed by Antony Mandler. 
“Live fast, die young, be wild and have fun.”


“I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone, who had nothing, who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did, on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore except to make our lives a work of art.

Live fast. Die Young. Be Wild. And Have Fun.

I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever. I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself — I ride. I just ride.

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them? I have.
I am fucking crazy. But I am free.” 

lunes, 15 de octubre de 2012

Octubre 13, 1990 // October 13th 1990

“Live fast, die young, be wild and have fun.”


Cada año mejoran más y más los cumpleaños y este año no fue la excepción, un fin de semana super movidito y divertido, en el cual tuve la suerte de estar rodeada y celebrarlo con gente que quiero y me quiere mucho!. 
La verdad es que no podria estar más felíz!. 
Gracias a todos los que estuvieron conmigo, como digo año tras año, en cuerpo como en alma!.



Friday night, dinner with the ladies!
 Viernes a la noche, cena con las chicas!


 One of my 3 outfits on Saturday night ;)
Uno de mis 3 looks del sábado a la noche ;)















 Another look!
Otro look!




 Wishes! 
Deseos!








 Loved my rainbow cake!
Amé mi torta arcoiris






Sunday morning with my "belli", thank you soooooo much doll! You rock my dear dear friend!
Mañana de domingo con mi belli, gracias por todo bombón! sos lo mejor del mundo amigo!



Final looks
Looks finales



Empieza mi nuevo año de locuras, sueños y proyectos...
22, no me falles, y si es posible (y no es mucho pedir) dame más de lo mismo, haceme seguir creciendo y creyendo, haceme conocer cosas y personas increibles, haceme mejor persona y hace que nunca pierda a los mios!... Son estos mis verdaderos y más preciados deseos!.

Fav 5!

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