TO - 06/07 - If you really knew how I felt...

...you would call an ambulance.

There is always a song or a book ready to cover an inner emotional device, an inner move or an inner direction. Whenever and however we'd turn to ourselves, we could always stumble upon a tune or a line that needs to be re-listened or re-read in response to some new configuration of feelings. Sometimes very different songs and very different authors compete for the same inner concern and there we could immediately recognize a conflict of interest between our official musical or literary taste and some unexpected requirement coming from a nebulous ardour.

However, because of my annoying sense of commitment, I often end up in a fusional relationship (I hope psychoanalysts will forgive my misusing the expression) with sounds, words and colours; and then my conservation instinct has to enter the scene and so I am keeping my own identity intact through a never-ending analysing-attempt, as a desperate technique for taming them. At the long last, here I am defending myself against the things I love most, so I can go on with writing my story about them.

black varnish Mary Janes shoes - H&M (F/W 2008)
black pleated tapered pants - local store
white embroidered shirt - El Corte Ingles (S/S 200?)
gray blazer - Acetato (S/S 2009)
pearls necklaces - mainland store
bracelet - gift from Hubby (Tie Rack)
cocktail ring - gift from Hubby
cocktail ring - gift from Hubby
red stone cocktail ring - Bijou Brigitte (S/S 2009)
sunglasses - mainland store
lipstick - Esté Lauder
perfume - Amor Amor from Cacharel