Thursday, 23 September 2010

in which i have my shoes polished and muse on consumerism

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The other day I had my shoes polished. I actually brought these shoes to Mexico with the idea of having them polished (I had them here for six months last year and consistently forgot). You don't see shoe polishers around much in Canada, though I'm sure you can get it done somewhere, but here it's very common to see the little portable booths, and a man sitting on a wooden stool waiting for business. It takes about ten minutes and costs less than $2. He washes them with a soapy mixture, brushes them, and then adds the polish.

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I contemplated my shoes while the man worked. I hardly wear these shoes any more. I had bought them in Barcelona in 2007 and, not having many alternatives, wore them all the time. Back then, people used to come up to me on the street and tell me how cute they were; once someone even took a picture of them. But fashion turns over so rapidly that no one says anything any more, and I got a bit sick of them.

However, I remember interviewing my grandfather earlier this year to preserve the family history, and while we were talking about his childhood I said, "you guys must have had so much less stuff..."
"You can't even believe it," he replied. "People these days have so much stuff... we never had any of that."

My grandfather certainly wasn't rich, but he wasn't terribly poor either. He just lived at a time when people took care of their belongings. If you bought a pair of shoes that cost you money, you looked after them, you had them cleaned or you cleaned them yourself, and you wore them until they wore out or didn't fit you any more. (For the rich, this was obviously not the case, but there weren't too many rich people in Canada in the 1930s).

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As the man cleaned and polished, I felt a rekindling of pride in my old shoes. They looked so much better, they were starting to gleam. And I wondered why I'd felt they were inadequate for the last year and a half. There's something wrong with an industry that makes us buy, buy, buy all the time, that makes us feel out of the loop if we're wearing round-toed shoes in a pointy-toed year, or flats in a heels year. And there's something satisfying, at the end of the day, about owning something long enough to have a host of memories associated with it.

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So here they are, looking well-loved again instead of just well-worn. What do you guys think about the consumerist culture and the need to always have something new? I know a lot of people buy vintage or thrifted items, and while that is of course more ecological, I don't think it addresses the main issues of consumption that affect us these days... I'd be interested to know what you think!

Now, me and my paypal account have a date with Etsy... I know I know! But the dress in question will go really well with these shoes!

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

still in shorts

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I know a lot of you are not only wishing for autumn, but already wearing your tights and cardigans. I like tights and cardigans as much as the next girl, but I can wait. And honestly, here in Guadalajara, it's only possible to wear a cardigan between about 8:30 and 10:30 am, and then maybe at night. I'm generally not presentable enough to be doing photoshoots at those times!

This t-shirt came free when I signed up for Guadalajara's public bicycle program. The head of the little man is actually an old-style bike, which I love. I'm a big supporter of public bicycle schemes in all cities; biking is one of the most fun ways to get exercise. I'm personally not a person who can go to the gym... it's so mind-numbingly boring. But scooting around on a bicycle, getting somewhere--that I love.

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I kind of enjoy that my hair is as spiky as the plant in this picture. ; )

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Outfit:
shorts: from Barcelona
t-shirt: free from Bikla
shoes: from ebay
belt: my sister's
necklace: self-made

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Monday, 20 September 2010

anniversaries and a giveaway!

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This past week there were two anniversaries of sorts. There was of course the 200th anniversary of independence in Mexico, which was celebrated in grand style here in Guadalajara and elsewhere. Last Sunday was also the much-more-humble two month anniversary of this blog. While obviously not quite as monumental as independence day, it's nonetheless been a whirlwind two months for me. And since the two events coincided, and since I'm leaving Mexico, I thought I'd celebrate with a little giveaway!

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This necklace was hand-made by artisans in the North of Jalisco (the state that Guadalajara is located in) and is a typical example of the intricate beadwork of the region. It also features the Mexican national colours: red, white and green, and a few more colours too. I wore it once (think of this as a baptism!) to the 200th anniversary celebrations, and now it's time for this necklace to go to some other country. Or maybe it will stay in Mexico, we shall see!

I wore it with a white blouse with multi-coloured embroidery, but I can also imagine it for fall/winter with a black dress and a colourful scarf, or with anything solid coloured red, black, white, yellow, green or orange!

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Good luck everyone and thanks for making my first two months so fun and interactive!

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Friday, 17 September 2010

grand house, by which once more I stand...

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This is the third of my "mansions of Guadalajara" outfit posts (you can see the other two here and here). And, unless I get moving on an idea I have, the last one. This is also one of the most beautiful buildings I have ever seen, and there's a lot of competition in this neighbourhood. It was, according to the wall plaque, built between 1902 and 1922, and it currently houses the University of Guadalajara archives. I walked by it many times and finally took the plunge and went in to ask them if I could look around. They gave us a little tour of a colourful tiled interior courtyard and a beautiful tiled kitchen, and then we prowled the grounds trying to take photos unobtrusively.

I suppose these are also the last pictures featuring my sister Shona (who actually left a few weeks ago; these are a bit old) for a while. Though I certainly hope she'll come and visit me in London!

*title somewhat mangled from a Tennyson poem

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Outfit:
skirt: Winners
top: Smart Set
shoes: Blowfish
necklace: Whitby jet
earrings: hand cared ebony by Todd Woffindon

On Shona:
dress: H&M (from 2004)
shoes: Steve Madden

Thursday, 16 September 2010

viva méxico!

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Pardon my absence yesterday; I was having a distictly non-blogging sort of a day. However, I'm back with a vengeance! (Oh, and I was really delighted to discover some fellow literary-geeks/T.S. Eliot lovers among my readers.

Yesterday was Independence Day in Mexico (today is the holiday) and as it was the 200th anniversary of independence, it was something special. Last year we were in Puebla for Independence Day, but arrived late and managed to miss both the famous "grito de independencia" or cry of independence, and most of the fireworks. We then stood in the rain with a crowd of Poblanos and looked up at the palace where people wearing silk gowns leaned over the balcony to look down on us (the riff raff), until I wondered why we didn't all just start a revolution and storm the palace in search of a margarita...

This year we saw fireworks as we walked into town and I thought "oh no, we're going to miss it all again...." But luckily we didn't. The Governor of Jalisco came onto the balcony at 11pm to wave the flag and recite the famous grito, and we all joined him in shrieking "Viva!" and blowing horns. Afterwards the sky above the cathedral erupted with red, white and green fireworks.

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Outfit: I decided to follow the red, white and green colour scheme of the Mexican flag, although I noticed with some irony after a few hours that I was wearing two Spanish brands. Oh well. Albs pointed out that Desigual is actually Catalan and Zara is from Galicia, so I guess that's all right!
blouse: Desigual
jeans: Zara
necklace: Ganérika (a café/Mexican ornament store near my house)

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Viva México!

Tuesday, 14 September 2010

when the wind blows the water white and black

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On the second day in Manzanillo it rained all morning, but eased off later in the day, so we went for a walk down the beach. I actually didn't spend much time on the beach itself, that weekend. The hotel was right by the sea, so it was more comfortable to sit in their deck chairs than to camp out under an umbrella getting covered with sand, and the pool (also right by the sea) was so lovely that I didn't venture into the ocean itself. Honestly, in the last few years I feel as though swimming in the ocean makes me feel a bit seasick. This would be a bit worrying except that my margarita consumption has also gone up in the last few years, so I expect the two things are related!

*The title is a line from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," by T.S. Eliot

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Outfit:
dress: vintage
t-shirt: random
anchor necklace: stolen from, or donated by, my sister

Monday, 13 September 2010

moments to remember when the rain starts

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This weekend my boyfriend and I ducked away for a final trip to the beach before I leave for England. We caught the bus to Manzanillo, about four hours away. I was extremely neurotic before-hand, as it had been raining quite a bit in Guadalajara, and I didn't want to spend the weekend sitting under a rock watching the ocean. Saturday turned out to be beautiful; Sunday rained, but it was all right anyway. I always forget that once you're at the beach it doesn't matter so much what the weather is like, so long as it's humid and smells salty, everything is just fine.

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Friday, 10 September 2010

gingham dreaming

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This summer was the summer I became consumed with finding the perfect gingham dress. I don't know if it was my feeling of kinship with Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz or pictures that were circulating in the spring of Brigitte Bardot in her pink gingham wedding dress, but somehow the concept got stuck in my head and simply wouldn't leave. I'm always amazed, but when things are supposedly "in style" they aren't necessarily any easier to find. I tore apart the English high street shops in July, and skulked all over ebay and etsy, but the perfect one wasn't presenting itself. In the end I did get this one though. It's almost perfect, just a little big. When I get that sewing machine I'll take care of it!

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This was also my first time experimenting with Carrie's vintage photo finishing technique, and I spent much of the morning being neurotic about how much yellow is too yellow! Nonetheless it was lots of fun, and I'll certainly be playing around with it in the future!

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Though unlike Dorothy I may not have cyclones and ruby slippers to transport me...
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A good book can still take me to another world
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...And I do have ruby toes! Does that count?
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Outfit:
dress: decomposed tree on etsy
shoes: Steve Madden via ebay
bag and belt: stolen from my mother