Im holding on to all the good memories, the good wine, long coffees, all those laughs, existential crisis moments, delicious chocolate croissants and muffins, the feeling of being completely and utterly happy, the feeling of being young and in love.

The feeling that the city was ours, the long phone calls and skype dates with my favorite people that lived these moments with me while being far away, all those TELEVISA PRESENTA moments.

All that dreaming about the future, sharing to die for dinners with my friends, unforgetable trips, not having money and laughing about it, creating and being inspired.

Somethings dont last forever, but all this memories will...


Les Glaneurs et La Glaneuse

Agnes Varda via yellow scissors

Never too many

Really you can never have too many pairs of shoes; they are all different.
Photo by Romina Fortunati
You need a pair for every mood - and everyone knows that women have a lot of different moods.


Adeu Barcelona

I had the time of my life with you
we had such a charming love story
I will never forget the magic we made...


No worries

Let´s forget our worries with a big bowl of chocolate icecream...
illustration by joe castro


With eyes closed

To let the scenarios I create in my head speak
To begin to dream with my eyes closed...

oh honey fur

photo by emilia franyutti
photo by tomy ton

The royal tenenbaums

Good Morning

Good morning Heartache
Thought we said goodbye last night
Good morning Heartache, choose one...


A strange dream

Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream
- jack kerouac


Hide and seek (can´t explain)

Sometimes images just evoke feelings in me... a sort of nostalgic happiness
Photo by Emilia Franyutti

Illustration by Anakras 2010

Photo by Cocoladas
Stefan Bruggermann 2003

Too much explaining may ruin the feeling...


the story of a silk scarf IV

As a halo around my head...
Hugging my waist...
A sunny headband...
A necklace of silk...

photos hermes j´aime mon carre
To fly with my boy...

story of a scarf III

fuckyeah menswear
A cute little fellow....
the sartorialist
A burst of color inside...

the sartorialist
Monochromatic warm...
Happy inside the pocket...

the story of a silk scarf II

the sartorialist
Audrey would be so proud....
tara jarmon
Preppy afternoon...
Brigitte Bardot via mademoiselle bardot
feeling bardot...
Brigitte Bardot via mademoiselle bardot
A wonderful day is over...
American apparel
just hanging to my neck....

A day to remember....

the story of a silk scarf

hermes j´aime mon carre
An instant movie star...
garance dore
So sophisticated...
70s daydream...
garance dore
A cool aunt jemina....
Dolce and Gabbana
so ladylike...

hermes j´aime mon carre
feeling the sky on my head....


How to paint a portrait of a bird

photo (the art of american snapshot)

First paint a cage
with an open door
then paint
something pretty
something simple
something beautiful
something useful
for the bird
then place the canvas against a tree
in a garden
hide behind the tree
without speaking
without moving …
Sometimes the bird comes quickly
but he can just as well spend long years
before deciding
Don’t get discouraged
wait years if necessary
the swiftness or slowness of the coming
of the bird having no rapport
with the success of the picture
When the bird comes
if he comes
observe the most profound silence
wait till the bird enters the cage
and when he has entered
gently close the door with a brush
paint out all the bars one by one
taking care not to touch any of the feathers of the bird
and then wait for the bird to decide to sing
If the bird doesn’t sing
it’s a bad sign
a sign that the painting is bad
but if he sings it’s a good sign
a sign that you can sign
so then so gently you pull out
one of the feathers of the bird
and you write your name in a corner of the picture
-Jacques Prevert

Where the birds fly

Valentino bag
En su bolso un pájaro cantaba desconsolado

photo by Emilia Franyutti
El primer muerto fué un poeta. Vieron a un pájaro salir de su herida

miu miu shoes

Señora hay demasiados pájaros en sus zapatos.


Deer darling

photo by Emilia Agostino

Deerly beloved

Bimba&Lola necklace
Deer bling
Bimba&lola ring
A trophy on my finger


‟She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the lightbulbs”
-J.D Salinger

Nostalgia for things that never existed

The orange tree from the terrace of the little city attic that never existed except in me. Having breakfast beside my tree listening to Patsy Cline... all this which was never more than a dream, is recorded in my memory and Im feeling nostalgic.

Blacktie reverie deux

(Simon of the desert) Luis Buñuel