This has been the motto for today's promenade around town (it's a festive day).
We've seen a shop dedicated only to woven cushions with pics of pets on it.
A show on the old militars in the Sahara, where all the exhibits were made with a big foam board, home-printed pictures (some stolen from the net), a list of references made with word and push pins.
A lady buying art in the street asking for advice to the seller because she was buying "for a very surrealist person, you know".
And a lady coimng out of the movie by Banksy (in the pic above) saying "He had such a lovely voice" (his voice is distorted to preserve his identity).
Madrid, definitely a funny place.

Hey everyone,
I am alive and well, very alive. I am now 24, since yesterday. And Mr M is now 24 too, since the day before yesterday (I love having our birthdays together).
We had a Wes Anderson themed party at out micro flat and it was amazing to see out friends with fake mustaches, bathroom robes and scuba goggles (we don't have pics yet).
Besides that, the internship work and the MA at the Reina Sofia Museum are slowly increasing the pressure. That's without counting life, which keeps on happening. What I'm trying to say is: I am well but busy beyond myself. I guess I will eventually be able to balance virtual and real life, but so far I just had to let the virtual one go a little.
Needless to say, I miss the blogosphere a lot.

"Casas" is one of the most beautiful patterns I've ever come accross. (and don't get me started on the coloring!)
The artists behind it are Julia and Javi, aka SuTurno (check these other prints: WOW).
They design absolutely fab textiles for themselves and other big people in the fashion industry.
And they still have time to blog!
(and be lovely).
And despite doing all of this from Madrid, they'll send you their stuff anywhere.

Yesterday, I went to watch the latest Woody Allen movie with Mr M and Mr E (BF and BFF respectively). I hadn't enjoyed a movie by Mr Allen in a long while (since Match Point) and this was rather fab. (I'm still wondering about the cliches. They basically sustained the movie, even though they were very well cut. The one character that was quite unbelievable was Dia, I think. But tell me what you felt if you watched it.)
Then we all three strolled around Madrid and the ending summer and ended up sitting in front of the reina Sofia Museum, with Mr E reading our hands (very adequate after the movie). Mr E lived in India when he was a UWC student and he learnt then how to do it. The most striking thing he said to us was about the lines changing. He suggested we scan our hands and compare the lines in six months. He assured us they would be different. If there really is something to be read in our palms, it's something that is also written and edited, slowly. Doesn't that make you think?

PS:I was looking for the English speaking poster to illustrate this post and surprise! It looks terribly different to the Spanish speaking one. I deffinitely prefer the later .

I've been road-tripping with my family from Madrid, where they picked us up to Manuel's land, Palencia, to my place, near Tarragona, then to my dad's hometown in Valencia, back to my parents'. The last day in Madrid we had a chance to see an exhibition of Helen Levitt's photographs and, my dear, what a pleasure they were. Not only did they bring you back a whole bunch of decades, but they also had a sense of narrative, of mistery, of humanity. I REALLY enjoyed them.
If you don't know her work, try and catch a catalogue (easily available online) to browse through.

Mr M and me went tohis concert in Madrid and it was delicious. We had so much fun, and his talent is so evident.
If you've never seen him live, try.
Pic from El Pais.

Today has been a bizarre day.
I woke up nervous like hell because today I would know most of the results of my applications to MA programs in Madrid.
I turned on the computer hopeful that the people in charge to upload the lists would have been as excited as me and would have done it early. Instead, I found out a friend from my secondary school in Swaziland had died unexpectedly. When a young person dies, besides the world turning upside down, everyone says how joyful and fantastic the kid was. But in this case, he really, really was such a beautiful soul, so much fun, so terribly clever, so fantastic. He just was a fabulous character.
I can understand the sentece telling me that he is gone, but I can't fully grasp what that implies.
Mr M. and I tried to continue packing the flat (we are moving on Saturday early morning, so there was no option to take the day off), completely in shock.
In the afternoon, the lists were up and it so happens I've been accepted in the MA I wanted the most, despite the difficulty to get in.
I'm so sad I'll have to remember today forever.
I guess sometimes life simply takes over.
Sometimes you have a taste of two sides at once.
Sometimes you realize that you can really hurt for somebody you did not know that well.

Mr M and I are in Madrid. We've now found a tiny lovely flat in the center and we are arranging the move.