Blackbird.

I am just about back from school, today it rained. I had all my classes and strangely, after all this weeks, the day went through softly, quietly, quickly. I felt peaceful and somehow excited.
And apart, of course, from people. I do not know why, I just... was.
I met a guy. Didn't actually meet him, I saw this guy. Oh no, not again.
You know, you actually see loads of people, you watch some others, you look a few. I felt chills when I saw him, as if he knew I was diferent.
Odd, really. I hate that look. Most people just don't wanna be close, some are bitten by curiousity but he, again, he saw me.
He stared. Curious and attracted. I felt it. Maybe wondering why was I so silent, so calm, so lonely.
It was uncomfy.
It's been twice in less than a month, people who have discovered I was... different. Twice and it barely began but it's already so wrong. It feels right and plays with my mind, so it's wrong.
And yet, I feel stronger than yesterday, than the week before. I am no longer that weak.

Soundtrack Sweethearts.

Redescovering or introducing: Danny Elfman, Alexandre Desplat.

I can not say my favorite composers for I am not sure, not near to being sure. But today, I have rediscovered the fascination of their music.
Mostly, people do not pay attention to the soundtracks -some people, of course  know there are always exceptions- but I know that the importance of movies relies on way more than only good actors. Writers, directors, producers, make-up, costume design... composers. Ah, the sweet sound of music that gives the edge in movies.
Danny Elfman, like the Elfman surname I am so scared of -they may not even be family but I think there are like 3 or 4 Elfman's in movies- he does deserve a poor mention on this blog, for he has done amazing things.
For those who know the existance of Batman before Christian Bale, and remember the series of old Batman movies... Danny Elfman was the brilliant composer as, no need to say it but I must, those of us who are Burton's fans, Danny Elfman was the composer and lyric writer for The Nightmare Before Christmas, nothing else, nothing better than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, beetlejuice! and The Corpse Bride.
Elfman had also something to do with Physco, Mars Attack! and Chicago but I thank him for such wonderful, exciting music, as today, watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, I very much enjoyed the movie and the score.

Next in line: Alexandre Desplat.  Not as mentioned as he should, I think, not as Danny before but very well know for his good job, as well. I first got to know his music through The Twilight Saga soundtrack from New Moon and well, I loved it. I later discovered what am to share now:
He was composer for The Queen, Benjamin Button, The Golden Compass, Coco before Chanel, The King's Speech and such a wonderful job for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (1-2).
I was really happy when while sitting at the movies, watching HP for the first time on the week after it oficially came out, there was this moment when I stopped and said to myself.
'Wait. That sounds like... Alexandre, it's his music. Could it?' So I waited until the end and AH! there it was, in golden letters, his name.

Maybe I can't tell a lot from composers, but today, they've earned it, for doing such a great job!
For giving my life some music as well! For making me have a movie-like experience.

Years ago, the life before.

Shoe-obsessed. Girls, girls, girls. Have you even been through a shoe phase? I have. When I felt like I could swear I wasn't spending money from here unto November, the rain came.

Oh no! Rain, rain, go away! I, saddly, am the sneaker shoe girl type, Keds, to be more exact. They're comfortable and fashionable, never get tired and they provide the support needed to your feet and... well, they're glorious. And then the rain came.

Rain and school and my shoes got all worn off. They broke and now whenever it rains, my feet get all wet, even my socks.

SO... not nice.

And of course, I had to look for new shoes since my fragile brogues or flats or whatever else is actually mine already won't do it. So I went shopping and tragically fell in love with a thousand shoes more -or four pairs, anyways that means an incredible amount of money that I still don't have- but a girl can dream!

Boots. No, even better: heeled boots. I must say I have a crush with them, I would, as many, place the so called litas in here but as strange as I am, I don't like litas. Yes, I said it.

They seem way to outrageous for me and so tall! How dare they walk out in streets with that? I mean, I respect them, yes, for being able but... woo. Way too tall.

Black, black, black. Not everything is black -neither my new shoes, they're brown but that's a surprise! Now, some color! I found some shoes like the ones from the next picture and I think they seem right, even for school, they're walkable and comfortable and pretty. Maybe a few inches more won't hurt anyone at all!

 And yet, I must look again for some sneakers, not converse of course. Don't ask. Meanwhile, a girl can dream.

Zombie.

Here we go again...!

Heeello! Welcome once more to my blog. For centuries -or months, maybe- I have tried to keep a blog about fashion/photography and some stories of my own and haven't tried enough as to achieve it.

I will never surrender and after months of inactivity, I have erased all content and am willing to try it all over again.

"Never stick to failure and remember every day can be a new day."

;) wish me luck?