Monday, July 23, 2012

A Series of Mini-Chapters That Took Place Over The Weekend, Vol.2

So the Saturday before last Saturday, my brother (who last year won an Audi at the Duty Free Shop in the airport in Uruguay and now owns a bar, I know, crazy story) came to town. My dad and I had this wicked plan to make him want to stay in Miami for a while longer, so I decided to refrain from the usual lame-o (I love saying "lame-o", I don't care if it's lame to say "lame-o") tourist-oriented Miami activities, and take him to Art Walk (of course I had to carefully escape from the galleries that thought I was a New York Times Russian editor... yeah)

These are a few things that grabbed my attention:









That's me. My hair is brown now. Caramel brown, according to the box.


At one point of the evening, we decided to go to the Electric Pickle but got ridiculously and dangerously lost, and for some reason we ended up at this... I should call it "bar", but then I'm not sure that place fell under the category. Actually, I'm not sure if it fell under any category of anything in this planet. 

Basically, it was a 2 by 2 hot, sweat -infused room with a Jamaican lady behind a bar serving ice cold Heineken and watching TV.  Oh, and there was a jukebox with pure latin american music, except for 2 artists: Eagles and Bee Gees. I know. Randomness in its purest form. 


And the bathroom didn't go to work.

More stories coming soon! 

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

A Series of Mini-Chapters That Took Place Over The Weekend

I must confess it was quite tough for me to become friends with Florida. The ridiculously huge distances, the heat, the ridiculously tight dresses, the heat, how ridiculously hard it is to make friends, and my God the heat!

But lately this fun-filled peninsula has proven to be more that the state where people come to die (hope you got the Seinfeld reference!) and has made me contemplate the possibility of actually staying here for quite a long time.

So on Friday I headed over to the Kyma Lounge at the Epic Hotel where the Mia Shoes event was taking place.







This girl was definitely Best Dressed of the night. I'm not quite sure my camera is doing her outfit enough justice. But trust me: absolutely fucking perfect!


This zipper necklace was really close-up worthy.


It was really cool meeting the lovely, impeccably dressed Ria Michelle, one of Miami's most renowned fashion bloggers. She's a sweetheart and looked ADORABLE.

Next up is the Art Walk Chronicles. Pretty, pretty, pretty interesting Saturday that was.

But I'm gonna post later about it cause right now there's a booth space at the Convention Center with La Belle Rebelle's name on it and someone has to set it up. And that someone would be me. Yay!


Thursday, July 12, 2012

Like a Rolling Stone.

- "Beatles or Stones?" - said Guy Who Was Driving next to Hot Guy I Was Trying to Impress.

- "Beatles!" - said my 17 Year-old Self who, at the time, happened to be wearing a terrible, poor-taste looking Beatles t-shirt.

Of course my 17 Year-old Self had never heard any Stones song that hadn't been predictably played on the average rock n'rollish radio station or (even worse!) at the average rock n'rollish bar (in fact, my 17 Year-old Self got stupid drunk with 2 cans of beer and wore Hello Kitty tank tops for fuck's sake!)

Thankfully, a dog year later I'm proud to say I no longer accept the question "Beatles or Stones?" as an answer-worthy query, but instead I find it as a fantastic tool to discard people from my life in a clean, easy way.

And, thankfully, a dog year later I'm proud to say I've listened to what I believe (at least that's what Wikipedia says) it is the entire Rolling Stones discography once and again, once and again, and have cried and laughed and lain down and danced and twirled and sang and enjoyed like my ears got fucked (I totally stole that expression from someone).

So today I'm wishing a phenomenal, wonderful birthday to the gorgeous English men that saved my life and I believe, many, many others.

I love you and will proudly carry you on my skin until I donate my body to Science.