27. November 2011 · Comments Off · Categories: Uncategorized

From here we will share our tastes and interests related to fashion, decoration .. and I teach my DIY (DO IT YOURSELF) or what is the same (do it yourself). Hi good morning, Monday, we begin week, and This is the Baglioni hotel we went on our trip to London, the truth is that we were impressed by how nice it was so cute and the area. It has been a prize of luxury). I teach some of the little things that bought Portobello: a film with fashion sketches to put in the new house, a bracelet amazing sunglasses which I have seen in several entries, mythical t-shirt every time you go to London you must bring one (bought in this market stalls) .. shoes oxford street which also ye have seen me-Office London .. I want to go back!. – The perfect market is the perfect plan for a Saturday morning, some prefer Camden but hey we went to the two;) Portobello is more inclusive. The stalls sell everything: why buy the blades and the bracelet. – Amazing vintage shop One of a Kind in Portobello Road 259, as in all these stores have to look but clothes are amazing. – Also went through Appletree Boutique store that has the 127 and at 164 Portobello Road I loved this store and will soon begin selling online. – Do not miss Topshop in Oxford Street. The truth is that I am lost in these stores so huge but they have anything you want from Topshop and other marks that are worthwhile. I also went through Urban Outfitters, although it has nothing to do with NY, is one of my favorite stores here in Spain and I have to settle for buying online. Jo, who want to vovler to London and after seeing your photos even more, is that I'm transported there watching them huh. I would love to get away on the bridge, but it is impossible to see, if even a couple of days, we ran the week. Supermono Almudena_ If the hotel was the truth that the fabric will award .. London can be a bridge or go perfectly if you grab a Friday too, if it is next door, and tell us!. My street is Oxford Street. Neither is six miles long. Nor is it in London. Neither luxury shops, houses of Europe. Neither has double-decker buses. Or see guys with bowler hat parade, briefcases, umbrellas, black and gray suit. My street before singing, happy, at seven o'clock. Now shut up. On the sidewalks run silently, boys and girls, men and women. They go together, hand in hand, but dumb. Nobody says anything, no one disputes, nobody greets with joy, but rather with some regret. My street stand before the passage of cars. She felt the creaking of the braking exaggerated, and inevitable, the roar of their engines, the friction of the tires against the asphalt. A smoke ascended the heights, sometimes dirty and probably toxic. Smoke Blessed, blessed tires, engines blessed, blessed braking exaggerated. Sometimes the rails collapsed and sounded horns, angry, sharp, severe and persistent, such as drought. And even bursting, uncontainable, a bank alarm. It was the soundtrack, the background of neighborhood life. My street has windows with the same light as ever. The lamps also illuminate, but not the same. No, not like before. Even as last year, when it began to be sad. It's as if they wept in silence as night falls and the shadows occur. My street is cold. Mediate and falls in November. No need: I have inside, like a snowflake will not melt. Someone, without warning, we injected it into the soul. In an oversight group. With malice and premeditation. My street Christmas ever lived. With fun, with enthusiasm, with gusto. Now, although the corner bends and no one wants to see it go. Perhaps it would be better than in February or May, months, anonymous, well away from the carols, nougat, wreaths, Baby Jesus, gifts, Santa Claus and the Three Kings. My street will vote on 20-N. Only three days. It has its own electoral college, a local retirement, along with a nightclub, less noisy than usual. The nude color is one of those colors that have been taken from the manga in recent years. We've always known that color like beige, flesh color, color makeup, colors, pink, dusty colors etc Despite having always on hand to Huij today I could not arrange a public presentation on the blog. While I met the owner in New York, chose to spy to see how working in the back of Lincoln Center, added the countless times I went through the shop in Palermo or traveled by the showroom of Baf, but the reality is that never walked Huij model, a local shoe brand. National also wore his shoes on for the collection BAFWEEK

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