Angels

Farrah Fawcett left us this week and Mugler's potion is still my forbidden perfume but I'm not into any of them for the moment. I simply spotted my two predilect Catwalk Angels, Anja Rubik and Natasha Poly, together, posing cooler than ever around the city of lights.

Cool photoshoot for July's issue of Vogue Paris. New magazine and smile for me. While I gotta confess my secret love for leggie blondies, I suspect that the main reason behind my excitement was the actual framework, reminding me the dreamy Påsk trip, with mummy around those streets.

Still struggling to organize tones of pictures and stories from that, I'll leave you with such 80's grandeur and stravaganza, to light up the crunchy days we struggle through.

Talking about, as swedish would say, lågkonjunktur, I often reflect about the situation in Spain. It's not fun to sit in the midst of a global forum to listen regrets and concerns about "how critical the situation is in Spain", "how high the unemployment rate will go along the years to come", from Americans and Finnish who plan to get a cheap summer house for retirement "now the building bubble burst in southern Europe". 

My significant other always says that things are not that bad there, that all his friends have good jobs there while I am, well, a bit more pessimistic. Sadly, I turned to be right when, while climbing some rocks around Söder with a friend, he happened to met a spanish woman who works for E/// Mdd and told the reality of the company there. Layoffs in a dark future even for our beloved employer there where the sun always shines.

Insecurity, high prices in the money, overall pessimism and concern are not the best advocates of independency but, what should youngsters like the one on the keys do? Stay home until they grow old believing that money comes for free, fridges fill themselves up and laundries get automatically done? And then what? Go live on their own and get the full-kit of marriage and kids at once? Doesn't sound like the best plan, nor even like one with any chance to succeed.

One needs to learn slowly, step by step, to know oneself, to share with the other - I still struggle with that , I'm anything but patient - to realize what one wants and specially, needs to feel happy. But what if the situation is so bad that doesn't let you try? What about those willing to leave but not being able to? Rents are too high, salaries to low, loans to expensive and your job, too insecure. Exactly, too many headaches, so I'd better stay at the ***** Hotel.

Assuming that life is so easy, that your parents will always solve things for you is not the way to improve mindsets to recover from this sick immature and consumerist society. A fallacy that either chosen or imposed, will likely bring unwanted consequences and a longer than expected recovery for my beloved home country.

As long as I can keep my job, I'll keep a distant eye from this raw world where people leave home during high school and raise their kids before getting a degree. But as mum would say: Ni tanto, ni tan calvo, en el punto medio está la virtud.