Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Scanning in the way of Control


I was checking Miss Wendy Brandes´s blog last night (as I usually do as I am her biggest fan in Spain) when I stumbled upon her post about the Fashion's Night Out. I thought, hmmm...if it's a global fashion whatevs party, then there must be one in Spain too!

links.click.links.click. Voila! there it was...Madrid, Spain!

With my less than flawless Spanish, I tried to decipher what the fuss is all about and my heart skipped beats as I read through every lines until I reached something that says..."deadline, September 9". I looked at my watch, it was 11:20pm, the 8th of September. I took a deep breath, filled out the online form and for the first time in a long while, I wrote a kick ass persuasion email. So convincing, even I would hire myself if I read it.

Today, there it was...sitting on my inbox together with a hundred spam mails of Viagra offers, Lottery winner notifications and invitation to indecent gatherings which involve sexual intercourse, an email from VOGUE.es---My Press Pass to the Spanish Fashion's Night Out!!!

I almost died.

Things like these may not mean anything for some people but for me, it is a big deal. No, let me get that right: it is a massive deal. For someone like me who has worked his ass off for two years for a seemingly unknown blog, being invited to something(minute as it may be) from an authority in this field (Vogue) is a real delight and honor. If I got it correctly, I think this is the first time this sort of event will happen in the Spanish capital so I am very delighted to become a part of it.

Even though my blog does not get a thousand visits a day (I'm happy with my daily 200 hits), I am quite proud of it as I get to write my thoughts on something. And I mean actually write---a process which inloves thinking, reasoning, giving opinion and translating thoughts into words, weaving them to a piece. Very campy as my blog sounds, at least I just didn't scan some nice picture from a magazine and pretend that it is a blog post.

Excuse my seemingly vile opinion on this matter but I have an aversion to blogs with nothing but scanned pictures of something then the next thing you know, they are getting millions of hits a day. UNLESS of course, if it is a photography dedicated or related blog and does not pretend to be anything other than that.

I mean, people like Susie Bubble and Wendy Brandes who get strong followers and high voltage readership each day didn't just ripped off Elle and Marie Claire editorials, scanned them, post them on their sites with nothing but stupid captions like "this is cute" or " I really like this!" , did they?

These respectable bloggers actually have something to say or if there is nothing to say they will think of one and write about it--which is the very essence of blogging anyway. Blogging is a union of the mind, your keyboard and your machinery (scanners, camera etc.) . One has to give his/her take on something that why it's called an online journal for pete's sake!

Anyway, enough of the very long verbal diarrhea. Let's go back to me.

An hour since I read the mail, I got a call from the press office of the publication confirming my details and my attendance... giving me instructions etc. I was in heaven.

So with not much time to lose, I minced my way through all the daily office chores, booked my ticket for the trip and ponder on what to wear. The million dollar question: WHAT WILL I WEAR???

So as I type this post, I am actually half naked (oh don't get too excited. There's nothing to be excited about believe me) mixing and matching outfits and finding the best combo I could get out of my limited wardrobe choices.

A friend of mine said, "you should wear at least Prada".

Reality check. It's almost midnight, the event is tomorrow, and I don't have fucking three thousand euros to splurge on "at least Prada".

I'm sure I can sort out something though don't worry. In fact, I'm excited to wear for the first time my fabulous pair of Italian shoes which I swore I would never wear unless it is for a really special occasion. THAT TIME HAS COME.

So...

Train tickets? Check.

Overnight traveling bag? (I HAVE to be back at work on Friday) Check.

Outfit? hmmm...still have hours to rummage through the closet and a friend's closet (which I doubt will be very helpful anyway) but will get there.

Self confidence? Poise? Charm?? check! check! check!

See? that's what I mean with making a point without scanning editorials, bitches!

Besos! and see you tomorrow in Madrid.


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