Beware of the moon.

Today I was with some friends taking a coffee, and I started to think about blogging. And about this blog, of course. When I started a long time ago, I used to write here my feelings and my thoughts... and now, it's a fashion blog. But the title I've chosen... Not here to please you...

And that's the truth, I'm not here to please anybody, and at the very beginning, I wanted to talk not only about my daily life and fashion but also about my opinion about the fashion world.

Ant tonight, maybe because I've seen the Christmas lights at Barcelona; maybe because as Daisy Lowe said this morning in her twitter, "Beware with the full moon"... I feel that I want to express more about fashion and less about me.

That's the reason for this post, and as you'll see at the very end of it, that's why I'm translating it into Spanish. This kind of post would be written in two languages because I want you all to understand me and express your opinion, wright?

 

So... beware of the moon...

I've always wanted to work in the fashion world since I can remember. I did mind what to do: create clothes, accessories or say what is or is not cool ... I wanted to work in the fashion world. Finally, I decided I wanted to study coolhunting, with about fourteen, and that was partly the fault of someone who I considered my muse Kate Moss.

Kate was a discovery for me as it was for many of us. Among lots of supermodels (ebony goddesses and stunning blonde), Calvin Klein took this little girl, with her big nose and not-so-perfect skin; and put her into the mainstream. I was amazed, it seemed a wise bet and cool ... and believe me, saying something is cool with thirteen years seems easy, but guess it... is no longer so.

I started to decorate my wall with photos of her in black and white colour... someone looked normal, walk, close ... even today I still think it has been a muse and an icon of the nineties.

And suddenly, there is the Kate Moss diva, haughty, with tantrums, fits of hysteria and the desire to be cool based on news in the tabloids and yellow press. Suddenly they are the nineties, reached 2000, a new century ... and Kate seems to be the Courtney Love of the world of haute couture. Boyfriends problematic, drug use, scandals ... Where is that girl I used to admire? No longer, now I see only a very thin woman who wants to reign forever when we all know that's impossible.

Don't get me wrong, I am not an innocent or something. I know in the fashion world is all this and more. But I find it regrettable that precisely the fashion world, that "guilt" by Kate Moss was relegated to a low opinion (remember how many times have you heard blame for food problems to designers) forgive a failure so serious. And so I say serious because, remember that Kate, who was my muse, is nowadays the same for millions of teenagers, which will surely follow her until the end of the world. If you get a line of cocaine, you may lose a contract, but if you apologize and say you're not going to re-do (like us to believe, HA!), you'll go live in a week.

I spent years working with adolescents, many of them in extreme situations of risk ... Is not this what we try to prevent? Does this belief that "no matter, I'm, the rebel, always win"? I will not write now on a crusade about yes or no to drugs, but one thing is certain: it is a very turbulent world. Should not Miss Kate be a little more responsible with their public image, and watch what they do in private? Honestly, I don't care if this lady pulls the laptop from her boyfriend (Jamie Hinche) to a pool and a hard fuck him ... but should be careful where (and what) sticks his great nose.

That is why, among many other small details that you stopped being my muse, Kate. You don't look cool, or smart, a role model or someone with style for me anymore.

Frankly, although I know it was more of the same ... I miss the supermodels like Linda and Claudia. They hawked at least not his private life and knew how to reign, hence are still queens.

Thanks for reading... and remember.

I'm not here to please you.

PS: Sher, I know I own you the game, next entry, I promise! But today I just needed to express myself!

Siempre he querido trabajar en el mundo de la moda, desde que tengo uso de razón. Me daba igual crear ropa, complementos o decir qué es y qué no es cool... quería trabajar en el mundo de la moda. Finalmente, tomé la decisión de que quería estudiar coolhunting, con unos catorce años; y en parte la culpa fue de alguien a quien consideraba mi musa: Kate Moss.

Kate fue un descubrimiento para mí igual que lo fue para mucha de nosotras. Entre tanta supermodelo, diosas de ébano y rubias despampanantes, Calvin Klein sacó a esta chica menudita, de nariz grande y piel no tan perfecta como parece. Me maravilló, me pareció una apuesta acertada y cool... y creedme, decir que algo es cool con trece años parece fácil, pero acertar en ello ya no lo es tanto. Comencé a decorar mi pared con fotos de ella en blanco y negro, a color... la veía alguien normal, de a pie, cercano... aún hoy día sigo pensando que ha sido una musa y un icono de los años noventa.

Y de pronto, surge la Kate Moss diva, altiva, con berrinches, ataques de histeria y ganas de ser cool a base de noticias en los tabloides y prensa amarilla. De pronto se van los noventa, llega el año 2000, un nuevo siglo... y Kate parece queres ser la Courtney Love del mundo de la alta costura. Novios problemáticos, consumo de estupefacientes, escándalos... No me malinterpretéis; no soy una inocente o algo por el estilo. Sé que en el mundo de la moda hay de todo esto y más. Pero me parece lamentable el hecho de que precisamente, el mundo de la moda, que "por culpa" de Kate Moss se vio relegado a una mala opinión (no olvidemos cuántas veces hemos oído echarle la culpa de los problemas de alimentación a los diseñadores) perdonara una falta tan grave. Y digo tan grave porque, recordemos que Kate, la cual era mi musa, lo sigue siendo de millones de adolescentes, los cuales seguramente seguirán su ejemplo. Si te metes una raya de cocaína, puedes perder un contrato; pero si pides perdón y dices que no lo vas a volver a hacer (como si nos lo creyéramos), te salen cinco más.

Y digo yo, que he estado años trabajando con adolescentes, muchos de ellos en situaciones extremas de riesgo... ¿no es esto lo que tratamos de prevenir? ¿Esa creencia de que "da igual, sé rebelde, siempre ganas"? No voy a escribir ahora una cruzada acerca del sí o no a las drogas, pero una cosa es cierta: es un mundo muy turbulento. ¿No debería la señorita Kate ser un poco más responsable con su imagen pública, y cuidar lo que hace en privado? Sinceramente, me da igual que esta señorita tire el ordenador portátil de su novio (Jamice Hinche) a una piscina y le joda un disco... pero sí debería tener cuidado dónde (y qué) mete su grandiosa nariz.

Es por esto, entre otros muchos pequeños detalles, que dejaste de ser mi musa, Kate. Ya no me pareces cool, o elegante; un ejemplo a seguir o alguien con estilo.

Sinceramente, y aunque sé que era más de lo mismo... echo de menos a las supermodelos como Linda o Claudia. Ellas al menos no pregonaban su vida privada y supieron reinar; por eso aún son reinas.

Muchas gracias por leer... y recordad.

No estoy aquí para agradar a nadie.