Changing Room

even if you didn't get invited, just make your own party;
silver still shines in second place;
x

never enough silver

x

My grandma was a Belfast city girl in the early 60’s, wearing high heels, mini skirts and the Jackie Kennedy bouffant hairstyle. She later moved to Philadelphia, where her style was heavily influenced by the Hippie culture in America. When she married my german grandpa, and moved to a village in the middle of nowhere in south Germany, she was quickly humbled when she found out that german housewives are more into cooking and cleaning than the latest runway fashion. So to say, my grandma is an Icon - 83 today, she has kept all of her old clothing on the big attic in her house. Fashion is the bond between me and my grandma, growing up I would sneak up to the attic and try on her old gorgeous wedding dress and style it with different wigs and heels. Today, it is our little ritual - whenever I come home for Christmas or Easter, me and my Grandma hide away in the attic and go through all of the clothes, all of the old versions of herself throughout the years, and she tells me the stories these clothes hold and, whatever I want, I can take. She says “well, I can’t take them to my grave, can I”

what's your grandma called?

so,
a year ago, when working with Laia and Miquel, they filmed a video of me wearing a secondhand oversized wool coat i got last minuto for a work trip to Paris. being born on the Mediterranean coast, good quality warm clothes is not something i own. i tend to spend all of winter dodging the cold in an exceeding amount of layers and heating pads. but i found THE coat, then LOST IT. nowhere to be found. it's not on my closet, not in my sister's. i feel mostly sad,,,

but in honor of my found and lost wool coat here's the stories of my jacket rotations.
please enjoy!

LEATHER BLAZER FROM UTRECHT

in 2022 my younger sister was living in utrecht. mornings were dark and grey and the sun gone by 4 in the afternoon. we ate spaghetti in silence while the food rot in the sink. outside, the crisp winter air hit our faces as we strolled around the leaf-covered canals. each day, the city got smaller. she waved me goodbye in the train station. her skin turned white while she lived there

OVERSIZE MILITARY TRENCH COAT FROM EL RAVAL

i fell in love in june 2021 for the first time. by november i needed love to bleed through other aspects of my life, to make love visible to make love exist not only on ideas but by touch. i grabbed a pair of scissors and cut trough my long mane. as i saw my hair fall off to the ground as i cut through it i thought how liberating. i strolled around the streets of el Raval with my boyfriend then, and the blue coat was waiting outside a window shop for me the same way love did a few months prior.

a picture i took then, walking through el Raval, since i got that jacket, everything seemed to turn blue with it

CHARITY WORKING JACKET I CUT UP WITH KITCHEN SCISSORS

take the winter clothes out to find the suede jacket, grimy brown with stains of green, i chopped the bottom half off with kitchen scissors. got it at that charity shop that sits under a church, changing rooms made of huge stones and wooden beams that crack above the ceiling. it’s cold tonight, i wore the jacket for the first time since march and its smell took over me. i suddenly miss your body over mine how you would appear twice a month out of the blue and took me out for breakfast lunch never dinner. i’d invite you over for coffee and say that’s it i don’t have money now, you see, i live off bread and syrup, you see, and he’d smile and offer to cook a plate of fish of stew of soup but never did and the smell of must and smoke of the jacket kept lingering like death, folding past and present into a single continuum. and only now i remember you smelt like sea really you smelt like pines really and sometimes love can get so confusing, for what is love, really, and how can a jacket remind you of someone so vividly?

MY EX BOYFRIEND'S MOM OLD FUR COAT

this december; went wild on the stooges persimmons and sleep, going mad now that my period is 5 days late. i've been listening to psychedelic rock again and feel 16 when i began reading william burroughs which felt sexy and smart. i found my old boyrfried's mom old fur coat, a gift that seemes too mature when i was 18. the leather is old and starting to fall apart and i don't happen to care at all.

i stomp around the city listening to their 1969 album on loop, with unbrushed hair and khol eyes feeling like im 18 and careless again

MY VAMPIRE COAT I LOVED WHEN WEARING SHORT HAIR

my winter distraction when i have a spare hour is going inside high end perfume shops and trying to find what's my thing. at this point i'm pretty certain that's something i'll never know at all, but i keep obessivly trying. i ditched the clean molecule perfumes and feel drawn to more sweet dizzy scents. last time i was there i wore this beautiful coat, i say it's my vimpire coat, a more polished and elevated version of the emo kid i really am. the girl at the shop knows exaclty what i need; she says with what you wear i'd sugget x y z. she is complety right. i buy a bunch of samples to try over the next few days and think, i should really wear something special when shopping scents. style can also be a perfume.

anyway, i will update you if i ever find my wool coat again,,, there is still hope?

until then,
keep warm my dears,

x

Dear readers:

with Valentine's Day just around the corner, here is your chance to confess your crush. too shy to tell them how you feel?
we'll do it for u.

we are accepting early confessions about your subjects of desire. we are all romanticising random interactions like they are destiny-altering encounters.

go girl get it off your chest!!

x

Dear readers, *this will be long (and fun!) because somebody in the office decided it was a good idea to let me do this lol follow your dreams

the mess i made searching for these recommendations (ur welcome)

The year began rainy, gray and quite sad, but amid all this tedious January darkness I'm happy to be writing to you from my new temporary apartment, a small wooden attic lent to me by a dear friend who's living abroad for a bit. I spend most nights going through shelves filled with tons of books he's collected over the years, flipping through pages and reading a few lines when on a work break.

Books have been a common language and built a bridge between the two of us: we lend each other books (and apparently houses!) then give them back filled with little handwritten notes tucked on the inside. These secret letters found between the pages are quite the gift and stretch our friendship into a profound intimacy, one that only small, seemingly meaningless bits of paper hold.

The art of writing notes and letters seems like it's slowly fading in our fast-paced world. So with St. Valentine's coming up (and since thankfully by 2026 we're all pretty certain that love isn't relegated only to romance) I'll be sharing a few correspondence books (or alike!) I loved an think you'll enjoy. Consider this my little love letter to you tucked inside a book.

I Love Dick, by Chris Kraus

Read this exactly a year ago while in Paris for a job, and had the greatest laugh alongside my best friend (at the time, she was reading Aliens and anorexia, also by phenomenal author Chris Kraus). Kraus' sharp wit, humour, and honesty bleed through the pages of this mad book, written as a collection of obsessive unsent letters to the author's crush, Dick, who shifts from love interest to a screen onto which Kraus questions about female desire, women writers and power dynamics within the literary world. The book ultimately turns away from Dick himself and toward the act of writing as survival and self-definition. (1. Don’t we all, deep down, care less about our crushes themselves and more about how they mirror what’s already in ourselves?) (2. Oh, what obsession arises from us, Dear Dick!) (Good books, apparently!)

Index Cards by Moyra Davey + images from her exhibition 'Visitor' the images as a letter

This incredible book by Canadian artist Moyra Davey is not a correspondence book, but rather an essay on art, photography and life, that reads like a diary full of short, fragmentary notes (note the title, index cards). I've included her work on here 1. because this is one of my all time favorite books and 2. some essays read like drafts of correspondences (do I remember it like this, really?). Davey is also known for her 'mailing' photographs, where images become the envelopes and the artwork itself: she folds, tapes, stamps, then sends them away.

A literate passion, Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller. from friends to lovers to friends

As a teen, I found solace in reading Anaïs Nin’s diaries, and stemming from my obsession with Nin, I found this book which collects her lifelong correspondence to author Henry Miller, her ill-fated lover and long-life friend. Her letters are full of doubts, longings, writer's advice, and became a shelter and a place where I sought the comfort I'd later find in friends. The book offers a great insight into their lives and bodies of work; to understand what they feared, what they longed for and how they sustained companionship throughout the years.

Envelope pomes by Emily Dickinson.

A classic collection of short poems and notes handwritten by Dickinson herself on the sleeves of envelopes. This was a gift from my mother’s partner, who also happened to be a poet, and even though we never fully understood each other, I found the edition given to me marvellous. Dickinson, far ahead of her time, breaks traditional poetic forms and turns envelopes into personal poems that  offer both a good read and a great, beautiful artwork. (Also, quite a good gift idea for those who are not yet keen on poetry!).

Spring and Autumn Annals: A Celebration of the Seasons for Freddie, by Diane di Prima.

In the year following her friends Freddie's suicide in 1964, di Prima established a ritual of daily writing: she would light a stick of incense, sit down at her typewriter, and write continuously until the stick burned out, she’d write letters reflecting on grief, work and friendship addressed at her late friend. A brilliantly put diary that navigates love, loss, creation and portrays the role of a woman artist at the very center of the Beat generation (another great obsession to have when you're 15 in school, oopsss).

If you made it to here, hope you get 1/8 as excited as I was while writing this, and let me know if you've had the opportunity to get your hands on any of these books or if you read them before!

Enjoy your St. Valentine reading by candlelight by yourself, with a friend or a lover, and send a love letter with a book rec (or anything you love in fact!) my way too <3 Be sure my evening will be spent devouring a Jean Genet book I found on M.’s flat!

Love, books and bread forever (a personal holy trinity),

x

Grandma J. worked all morning like a spider, 8 legs supervising each pot, the table is set, all pretty in white linen and lace, this belonged to your great-grandmother she says, and i smile at her and at the thought of using what’s been used so many times before us.

Auntie C. just came back from around the world in 80 days, 1 backpack and 1 pair of hiking boots. she’s been traveling like this since her 20s; on a boat, on a ship, on a plane, on foot, she won't care as long as she can keep moving. known as the un-official witch of the family, she floats around the room with such grace. she looks through me with her super x-ray vision and knows where i was last night,,,

My dear Friend D. couldn’t make it home these holidays, but she knows how to make anywhere feel like home. she pulls out cards and dice and makes everyone sweat and think and laugh. we’ve been keeping each other company for over 5 years now, it’s been sweet as only friends can be. she rolls the dice, pulls double 6s and smiles, irish luck always on her side.

Little E. is not so little anymore. i look at her & see myself, like when i was 16 sitting on the metro with my long hair, parted precisely right in the middle, and the metro exit of La Rambla smelled of liquorice and concrete, all sweet and sticky. i see her stomping down the streets with a glossy pack of chocolates in her left hand, wired earphones with psychedelic rock blasting in her ears. i see her rage and i see her desire and i think yes, that’s what i’d like, to be 16 again.

Uncle B. went wild on the stooges and politics all lunch, and by that i mean he talked precisely three hours and a half about their 69 album. 1 beer 2 beers 3 beers, and they all kick-in and he talks super fast and won’t shut up about bass and drums and how they don’t make them like this anymore. i say we all know uncle b. it’s not the 90s anymore uncle b., and i’m all slow and bored and tired at this point, as i look around the table and laugh; this family is made out of a bunch of nostalgics.

As for me: nothing left to say really; belly is full and my head all dizzy. i look around the table and laugh; this family is made out of a bunch of nostalgics.

new yrs lunch went just as planned,,,

x

Midnight. wrapping paper everywhere. crumbs and stains on the tablecloth, champagne forgotten in half-empty glasses. the sink stacked with “fancy” dishes. gifts opened, bellies full. kids asleep on the couch, adults lingering in long conversations. hugs at the door. a quiet drive home under flickering streetlights.

xmas passes,,,

,,, until next year

x

i LOVE lists, so here’s one of what i carry in my bag (really). no bullshit, the plastic of my contact lenses included

1. wire earphones
2. book
3. something to take notes on
4. lavender oil everyday
5. oregano oil, ravinstara and tea tree oil when feeling under the weather
6. 20€ cash
7. wallet and keys
8. beautiful pallarès pocket knife i got for xmas
9. a tangerine
10. toothbrush and underwear (i sleep over at friends places all the time)
11. carmex (best lip balm fr, militància avec mes amis)
12. portable battery
13. trinket for the spirit
14. safety pins
15. gaffer tape
16. lighter or matchsticks
17. eyebrow brush
18. clinique lipstick
19. same chanel brown khôl pencil i’ve had since i was 13

If you’re devoted thrifters like us, you must know the feeling of rummaging through bags and boxes, checking tags and labels, pushing through crowded aisles & all that pure, unfiltered chaos,,,

that's why we decided to make our sales just like a thrift-store. to recreate that feeling (and slight desperation) of digging through pieces to find the one.

but this year, we wanted to take it even further. so we created fuve lucky objects. one-of-a-kind pieces with one-of-a-kind vouchers. one for each day of the week, for the luckiest thrifters.

these objects, were more than a bargain, they held special stories within them,,,

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slipped into pocket after lesson on patience
00:00hs, grandpa’s house
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sms received from a new lover
00:00hs, metro L3
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found inside a little box for mending
00:00hs, grandma´s room
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found inside my mother's 90s handbag
20:00hs, attic
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kept after a one-night stay and late checkout
00:00hs, 3 star hotel in Paris
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many searched, but only five lucky thrifters found and claimed a lucky object,,, taking their stories with them, and hopefully, giving our pieces new ones to tell.

thanks for digging with us,

x

Dear readers, as the weather gets colder, its easy, almost natural even, to curl into yourself. as everyone seems to go into hibernation, its always good to remember the loved ones that surround you. & maybe, they need the reminder too,,,

that’s why i’ve decided to get us out of our antisocial slump with a list of december plans; fun dates for you to have with yourself, with friends, lovers (or both?). to sit in silence in the warmth of your house or to be out and up for adventure.
 
so get your calendars, re-download that social-media app you deleted in midst of your last crisis, and get ready to text first or bombard the group chat,,,

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1 - an evening with yourself, for when the sun hits
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• The plan: Turn down the lights, light some candles, put your phone away (!), and take a steaming hot bath

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• A scent: Hinoki or Musk incense i've been loving

• A guided meditation for the bath: Jon Hopkins - Sit around the fire

• A comfort film: Petite maman by Celine Sciamma

• A drink; either red wine or tea, no in between. Or both

• Bathe your body in scents; creams, perfumes, fresh pyjamas and a clean set of laundry

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2 - a night out is always a good idea. a little chaos never hurt nobody, so call the girls and get your messy bag ready:
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• Bike to your friends apartment, or even better host your pre-drinks at your place

• Music to listen to; i'd suggest you put some New Order on

• Take the wine and the messy make-up bags out, the bathroom always is where the cool stuff happens. Try your friends gowns, or just a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt.

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Tip: dress up with your most fabulous dress and wear NO make up at all or do the opposite; jeans and a t-shirt and do your hair in an extravagant way or wear that fancy lipstick

• Whatever happens on your way to the club is the adventure, wave a taxi and overwhelm the driver with your love life problems, laugh with friends, take the digital cameras out and snap pictures of EVERYTHING. you'll be grateful later

• In the club nothing matters anymore, for the adventure of it all was everything that happened before you stepped out your house!

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3 - sometimes you just need an afternoon running around the city together with your best friend.
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• A plan: go out al vermut together, stroll around secondhand bookshops

• Vermut: drink vermouth + gildas or some tapas, order way too many until it's looks like a proper meal

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• Take the city bike, stroll around secondhand bookshops until you find:

• THE BOOK: Master and Margarita! Hopefully by the end you’ll feel as unhinged and powerful as Margarita in that one scene (no spoiler for you, you'll have to get the book! The challenge here is to 1. find it and 2. get it for less than 5 euros

• Take the city bike down to a park, read your books in a book-picnic, talk about friends, dreams, lovers

• And if that wasn't enough and the spirits are still high, there's still time to go to the cinema, you’ll just have to agree on what movie (or, just go home and watch The Parent Trap, a twin classic)

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4 - if you’ve been flirting your way around the idea of meeting a certain someone, this is your sign to get on with it.
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• Don't take it too seriously, wear the simplest outfit that makes you feel sexy (Jane Birkin who?)

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• Coffee dates are best, there's not as much pressure, you can really get to know the person first in a cozy environment. Who knows (or who cares) if you'll end up with a friend or a lover

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• Go to an exhibition; photography expos are my favorite and around this time of the year there's always cool things going on

• Take your time and simply stroll around the city, it's a fantastic way to talk to strangers and to get to know the city and even improvise a plan if you feel comfortable and are in the mood of it

• And if you're enjoying the date, maybe end up in a KARAOKE (cringe with a stranger is free, take the pressure off yourself because you're fabulous)

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5- date out with yourself
just you, yourself, and a little time together.
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• Pick something you've always loved doing. Do it by yourself, no phones allowed.

• Are you into photography? Grab your camera and go.

• Do you enjoy being social? Go by yourself inside a bar, order a beer, sit at the bar and talk to waiters. People have really interesting stories if you ask

• Do you enjoy reading? Get yourself the pleasure of reading a book by yourself at the terrace of a cafe

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• Are you into theater? Go watch a avantgarde play some kids put up (it might be bad, but the experience will be worth it

Love and courage,

x

Unperfect, always late, tired of pretending, chaotic young adult. Drinks too much coffee, can't finish a voice note, forgets to clean the dishes, has a pile of clothes that remains unclean and gets distracted everytime she starts cleaning her room.

Yesterday i cried three times. am i too sensitive? my mother is probably right. here’s how it's a day as an art director before this set finally happened:

Thursday, 6:35 am 

Romantic, until its laundry day. Still getting ready, already late. Too tired to function. Too much coffee to sleep. A chore away from a breakdown. My lifestyle best described as: postponed.

I'm taking you behind the scenes of our first shooting of the season && to the antique-store where it came to life. A thrifting story at Barcelona’s best kept secret, hidden at Pg. St. Joan, 142 08037:

11.20h