martes, 20 de enero de 2015

RED TIDE. (Mood)

I'm back.
Back to that mood. 
That red mood.

 I'm back to red, vampire mood.

That mood that keeps me awake at night 
and makes me burn with sunlight.

I see dark.
Darkness in the light. 
Darkness in the dark.

I see dark red. 
No drama! 
Just black and red.

Ephimeral passion, the rest is just boring. 
Just too boring.

No plan. Just a vision (hallucination?).

No complaints, when I'm back in red.
No regret, then I (un)dressed in red.
No fear, maybe only yours....

All pictures & text by Mariángeles Aguirre

There is life after the hashtag. An ode to #Instagram

Since one and a half years ago + or -, Instagram started shaping my online life... I couldn't distiguish anymore between private or professional. Anyway, it started shaping my visual likes and connections, specially in relation to my recycling project tHERAPY #recyclexorcise, wich encompasses everything visual I am interested in, from photography to fashion, arts and design.

I created many collaborations with other designers, photographers and discovered amazing things and ideas.

But now I got bored of pictures that are just a vain and empty pose. After all, tHERAPY is not about the appearance, but about (first) discovering and (then, if needed, like in my case) reinventing yourself. tHERAPY is about beeing creative and making something out of what other person, or even yourself at other given time in your life, could think is just crap.

So I begun looking for #realpeople, #realartists and even if there seemed to be no chance for miserable nights, unsalable creations or ridiculous situations, I found some inspiring contents, even written. I see them as exceptions in a channel made for IMAGES and used by people to sell something or sell themselves as unique, awesome, rich, beautiful, eternally young and having never ending fun. 

Many good artists I knew from my old offline-life were not there (yet?). Exactly... with time, many are slowly starting to show their faces. 

But I was happy to discover new artists who really embraced this media and made it work for them, even having purposes that seem to be far away, even the opposite to what you would normally expect or search for on Instagram.

© theuncensoredstripper
At the end, even the most edgy projects are looking for attention. What is art without a reading eye? 

I believe the reason is that Instagram gives you a feeling of closeness, of warmth and privacy you wont find in any other "social" nets. I feel like I can undress there and only the interesting ones for me are going to be watching.

© theuncensoredstripper

So, this is my latest discovering, and probably the greatest! I wanted to share it!! Cos that's what is all about after all, right?

Her Instagram account leaded to an even more interesting discovering: behind each photography was a lot of written content. And behind the Instagram account there is a blog, and even a book! 

Here just a small excerpt, so you want to read more:

"In addition to being a writer, stripper, and hooker, I am also a photographer. I’ve been shooting since 2005. I’ve been obsessed with photography since a young age. My walls were covered with fashion ads when I was an adolescent. I’m an extremely visually- based person. The art of capturing a moment or a feeling is intoxicating. Shooting women is a no-brainer. It’s as natural as eating. I attribute this mostly to my lengthy career as a stripper. Stripping is an art form, and 90% of it is visual. My shoots are chill. Just the model and myself. I am completely self-taught, in both written word and photography." -

© theuncensoredstripper

I hope I was able to communicate my admiration for this woman I consider a multidisciplinary artist. 

I admire self taught people who can work on many different fields. I admire people that embrace the fact that everything changes constantly, even ourselves, and move on with life growing and learning constantly. 

Mariángeles Aguirre / hormiguita viajera / tHERAPY #recyclexorcise

viernes, 21 de noviembre de 2014


I had to go in many Starbucks these days while I am in New York. I am the whole days walking @ 2° maximum. 

I don't usually visit this coffe chain, but anyway, I asked for a real mug for my coffee cos I was going to stay there to drink it. The two employees looked to each other as "What was that? Do we have something like that?". 

After some seconds one of them came back from his lethargy and quickly looked for one THAT WAS HIDDEN SOMEWHERE INSIDE A CUPBOARD. THEY DON´T HAVE REAL CUPS ON DISPLAY ON ANY STARBUCKS I HAVE BEEN THESE DAYS IN NEW YORK.


Dear coffee shop owner / worker: if you sell coffee and your customer STAYS in your café, you OUGHT to serve coffee in REAL CUPS and NOT IN PAPER CUPS!!!!


Dear fashion victims: to look very bussy with your iphone on one hand and your paper cup on the other IS NOT COOL. IS TOTALLY OUT AND FROM A GONEBYE ERA!!!



Americans consume 400 million cups of coffee per day or equivalent to 146 billion cups of coffee per year, making the United States the leading consumer of coffee in the world

If you buy just one cup of coffee or tea in a disposable cup every day, you’ll end up creating about 23 lbs of waste in one year.

According to a study conducted by Starbucks and the Alliance for the Environmental Innovation (April 2000), each paper cup manufactured is responsible for 0.24 lbs of CO2 emissions.

The average American office worker uses about 500 disposable cups every year.

Rob Martin, the Vice President of Merchandising and Production for Tully’s Coffee, estimated the 2006 use usage at 16 billion paper cups. According to the paper industry, Americans will consume an estimated 23 billion paper coffee cups in 2010.

A report conducted jointly by the Alliance for Environmental Innovation and Starbucks found that 1.9 billion cups were used by Starbucks in 2000. In 2006, Starbucks reported that this figure had grown to 2.3 billion cups for use at their stores.

In 2003, Starbucks found that coffee drinkers used reusable cups an estimated 13.5 million times, which kept 586,800 pounds of garbage out of landfills. In 2006, this number increased to 17 million and an estimated 674,000 pounds of avoided waste.

Coffee waste has grown so dramatically that it now generates a disproportionate amount of all paper and cardboard waste, which makes up 40% of all solid waste going to landfills.

Unlike newspaper and cardboard boxes, disposable paper cups are not recyclable. This is because of the polystyrene coating on the cups that is required to make them waterproof. Besides not being recyclable, manufacturing this coated paper stock is very energy intensive, produces greenhouse gases, results in loss of trees, and degradation of natural ecosystems. And all of these cups needs to be transported to coffee shops. By the time a disposable cup reaches your hand, it has caused 0.25 lbs of CO2 to be emitted into the atmosphere (same as driving ¼ mile). You get the idea.

The good news is that there’s a simple solution: use re-usable coffee mugs.

Sources: -

sábado, 25 de octubre de 2014



Nan Goldin

En Nueva York, la fotógrafa encuentra el gran tema de su obra: la narración de la vida sentimental y sexual de ese ambiente. Goldin, de hecho, se califica a sí misma como «fotógrafa documentalista».

Goldin trabaja con series de fotografías que cuentan desde dentro la vida de sus amigos: iniciación, plenitud y dependencia sexual, depresión, pobreza, amor, soledad, violencia, enfermedad...

Goldin presenta esas imágenes en películas que muestran las fotografías sucesivamente. La más famosa de ellas se llama La balada de la dependencia sexual (título tomado de una canción de Bertolt Brecht).

Poco después de presentar La Balada de la dependencia sexual en Europa, Goldin ingresa en una clínica de desintoxicación, donde sigue trabajando. Allí, el autorretrato se convierte en uno de los temas recurrentes de su obra.

Poco después de salir de la clínica, en 1991, Goldin abandona los Estados Unidos y se marcha a Berlín para cuidar de su amigo Alf Bold, enfermo de sida. Desde entonces, la fotógrafa vive entre la capital alemana, París y Yale, donde es profesora.

En el marco del Europäischer Monat der Fotografie Berlin, la galería Pavlov's Dog presenta hasta el 29 de noviembre la muestra ÜBER | MEISTER, donde podemos ver la foto aquí compartida.

Nan Goldin, Nan as a dominatrix, Boston, 1978

Nan Goldin - The Ballad of Sexual Dependency

viernes, 3 de octubre de 2014


1. Ansiedad

Esta mañana desayuné ansiedad y el sabor se me quedó en la boca.

© Robert Mapplethorpe

Diálogos imaginarios dan vueltas en un espacio imposible para sus curvas, triangular.

"-Nosotros no tenemos nada que ver"
"-Justamente por eso me interesás. Lo mío es pura curiosidad antropológica"

¿Pasó alguna vez o está a punto de pasar?

© Robert Mapplethorpe

Vuelvo al tarot de agosto. "Mudanza" fue la palabra clave.
Pero... ¿Porqué todos los oráculos se empeñan en dar finales abiertos, en develar misterios a medio camino?

© Robert Mapplethorpe
Papa, Mago, Muerte?
Mago, Papa, Muerte?

Muerte era cambio.OK

© Robert Mapplethorpe

Palabras se empeñan en girar en esquinas angulares.

© Robert Mapplethorpe

2. Insatisfacción.

Dulce y amarga insatisfacción. Eterna insatisfacción....

© Robert Mapplethorpe

Promesa de lo que conseguiré. De que lo consigo todo, para bien o para mal.
Esto nunca se queda así, para bien o para mal.

3. Ambición

© Robert Mapplethorpe

Prueba de lo que soy.
Prueba de que este no es el lugar, esta no es la gente. 
De que no hay un lugar en realidad. El lugar es el camino.

domingo, 28 de setiembre de 2014

SEXY, SEXY, SEXY!!!!!!!!!!

I need music in my life. Everyday. Music gives me a sense of ease and pleasure. It makes me feel stronger, invincible, untouchable by misery. 

Sexyness is in the air. 

This songs below are openly about love and sex but they not only talk about that. There is a subliminal message. They can be daring, sometimes even bold and explicit, but in an elegant way. And elegance is the key to everything for me.

They talk about elegance. Through the lyrics and through the musicians who compose or sing them.

No matter what you going through in life, all that matters is how you deal with it. Can you deal with the obvious, stupid, miserable and problematic with a smile on your face? With elegance? With style? 

I already talked about this here and here... actually I believe since some time ago I only talk about having more elegance in life....

anyway....Inspired by concerts happening these days in Berlin......

1) Bryan Ferry comes to Berlin (can't be there though)
2) David Bowie was in Berlin (I was there twice!)
3) Pharrel Williams was in Berlin (couldn't be there though)
3) Babasónicos come to Berlin (I already have tickets!)

...I put this compilation together. For myself first of all (I am sorry. It is my blog) and for everyone who wants to enjoy as I do with the great gift of music:


En ese refugio de reproches si es que existe todavía

una caricia es para mi,

temo haberme enamorado,

puede que esto sea una plaga

no quiero contagiar a nadie.

Cada vez que vuelvo a estar en esta situación,
caigo vulnerable a tus encantos, me vuelvo el mas débil.
Quizás me faltó aclarar que hasta ayer fui invencible,
sin embargo tiemblo al viento como un celofán

¿Cuál es el color invisible?
¿Cuál es el color invisible?

En esa atalaya de carismas si es que habita una sonrisa 
me la quiero adjudicar, 
puede que sea tramposo de mi parte apoyarte cuando 
el mundo enviste contra a ti. 

Cada vez que vuelvo a estar en esta situación, 
caigo vulnerable a tus encantos y me vuelvo el mas débil. 
Quizás me faltó aclarar que hasta ayer fui invencible, 
sin embargo tiemblo al viento como un celofán. 

¿Cuál es el color invisible? 
¿Cuál es el color invisible? 
¿Cuál es el color invisible? 
¿Cuál es el color invisible? 
¿Cuál es el color invisible? 
¿Cuál es el color invisible? 

chófer deténgase, que yo me bajo aquí. 
chófer deténgase, que yo me bajo aquí. 
chófer deténgase, que yo me bajo aquí. 


Antes que despiertes quiero dejar en claro 
Que no voy a dar el brazo a torcer 
Como llegamos hasta acá 
Donde mi peor yo nos abraza 

Y no se si abrir la boca sin ningún control 
Si me vas a arruinar 
No lo des por hecho 
Hasta que lo hagas de verdad 

Te vi partir en dos la lanza 
Y me dejaste clavada la mitad 
No voy a quejarme 
No voy a llorar 
Y no voy a unirme a vos 
Aunque me claves la otra mitad 

Antes que te duermas quiero dejar en claro 
Que peleas con un espejo de pared 
Como llegamos hasta acá 
Donde tu peor yo se te instala 
Y decide sacarnos la piel 

Si me vas a empujar 
No me des por muerto 
Hasta que me caiga de verdad 

Te vi partir en dos la lanza 
Y me dejaste clavada la mitad 
No voy a quejarme 
No voy a llorar 
Y no voy a unirme a tu club 
Aunque me claves la otra mitad


Algunas cosas en la vida 

hay que pagarlas 

el amor no todavía 

si el amor fuera una droga 

acabaría,alcanzaría para todos. 

Cuanto vale un rato mas 
a tu lado, media hora 
cuanto vale ese rato 
te doy todo hasta un día que me queda por vivir. 
Algunas cosas en la vida 
hay que pagarlas 
el aire no todavía 
si esta canción fuera narcótica 
no acabaría seria la música de todos. 

Cuanto vale un rato mas 
a tu lado, media hora 
cuanto vale ese rato 
te doy todo hasta un día que me queda por vivir. 

Uno de los dos tiene que hacer de ama de casa 
es que como algo es gratis algo no 
uno de los dos tiene que hacer de ama de casa 
esto es gratis y eso no. 

Cuanto vale un rato mas 
a tu lado, media hora 
cuanto vale ese rato 
te doy todo hasta un día que me quede por vivir. 


Tell her I'll be waiting 

In the usual place 
With the tired and weary 
And there's no escape 

To need a women 
You've got to know 
How the strong get weak 
And the rich get poor 

Slave to love 
Oh, oh, slave to love 

You're running with me 
Don't touch the ground 
We're the restless hearted 
Not the chained and bound 

The sky is burning 
A sea of flame 
Though your world is changing 
I will be the same 

Slave to love 
Oh oh, slave to love 
Slave to love 
Na na na na, na na na na 
And I can't escape, I'm a slave to love 

Can you help me? 
Oh oh, can you help me? 

The storm is breaking 
Or so it seems 
We're too young to reason 
Too grown to dream 

Now spring is turning 
Your face to mine 
I can hear your laughter 
I can see your smile 

Slave to love 
na na na na, na na na na 
And I can't escape 
I'm a slave to love 


Ey you know they say it ain't the right thing to do...
I know they say it ain't the right thing to do...
let's go!!

Young girls they know what they're after
Young girls please don't kiss me goodbye
You know the rockets, they're shooting up into space
Buildings they rise to the skies

Say Bang Bang I got mine
Bang Bang reach for the sky

I keep a good friend. He is on videotape
He'll drive his sports car
until it's too late
But we'll have a good time on the town tonight
Cause love is my bet and it's the best yet

Bang Bang I got mine
Bang Bang sun don't shine
Bang Bang you all angels
Bang Bang now you all ought to be in the movies

Oh girl

Oh girl my problems
can't follow me
Phone calls I take my machine
I wander lonely to the sea
Lonely-Ha Ha-what does it mean

Bang Bang I got mine
Bang Bang and you are next in line
Bang Bang reach for the sky
Bang Bang you are next in line

Young girls they know what they're after
Young girls don't kiss me goodbye
Say Bang Bang!!


I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take
I'm an absolute beginner
And I'm absolutely sane

As long as we're together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same

If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean
Just like the films
There's no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It's absolutely true

Nothing much could happen
Nothing we can't shake
Oh we're absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake
As long as you're still smiling
There's nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
But if my love is your love
We're certain to succeed

If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Sail over heartaches
Just like the films
If there's reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It's absolutely true


Oh, little China girl

Oh, little China girl

I couldn't escape this feeling with my China girl 
I feel a wreck without my little China girl
I hear her heart beating loud as thunder
Saw these stars crashing

I'm a mess without my little China girl 
Wake up in the morning, where's my little China girl
I hear her heart's beating loud as thunder
Saw these stars crashing down

I'm feeling tragic like I'm Marlon Brando 
When I look at my China girl
I could pretend that nothing really meant too much
When I look at my China girl

I stumble into town just like a sacred cow 

Visions of swastikas in my head
Plans for everyone
It's in the white of my eyes

My little China girl 

You shouldn't mess with me
I'll ruin everything you are
You know
I'll give you television
I'll give you eyes of blue
I'll give you a man who wants to rule the world

And when I get excited 

My little China girl says
"Oh, baby, just you shut your mouth"
She says "sh"
She says "sh"
She says
She says

Oh, little China girl 
Oh, little China girl

martes, 22 de julio de 2014

wasted waiting

I feel constantly like wasting my time and my life....
like constantly waiting. 

 What, where, with whom is it gonna be better?

Can it always get better?
Is this "right now" always gonna be "less"?

 Or is it only inside of me....?

domingo, 22 de junio de 2014

El momento que miré la pared...

...y no vi más nada que todo lo que fui y lo que soy.
Eso me pasó hoy.

Fue la combinación de esa pared con ese fondo: ví de lo que escapaba y ví lo que buscaba.

Entendí en una milésima de segundo, todos los porqués que no caben ni en todas las palabras del mundo.

"Conócete a tí mismo".

Qué irrisorio. Me hubiera hecho falta irme tan lejos, moverme tanto, desearlo tanto? 
El sentido viene cuando me quedo quieta y sin buscarlo.


Escapaba de tanta realidad.
Demasiada y demasiado aplastante.
Poco elegante.
Quería vivir nada más que en mis fantasías.
Me daba igual noches que días, tristezas que alegrías.
Quería novedad.

Escapaba de tantos abrazos.
Nada más que estar sola, enfrentar todo a cada paso.
Chocarme, lastimarme.
Cicatrices, más espacios.

Harta de tanto límite. Por favor, el primer mundo disponible?
Peligros, infinitas posibilidades.
Un futuro incierto, cualquier cosa posible,
pero no tantas necesidades.

No cabían mis sueños ni en un millón y medio de cabezas.
Yo quería siempre más.
En pleno barro, por favor alguna sutileza.

Quería, por encima de cualquier circunstancia
Libertad y Tiempo.
Permiso, comprensión, respeto, o al menos tolerancia...!

Pero ahora no quiero escapar de nada.
Mis mundos, mis fantasías,
Ya no son una escapada.
Si puedo vivir de otra forma? Te mentiría.

Tengo todo lo que quiera!
Pero es destino del inquieto
ir detrás de alguna quimera.