(In brackets)
Ambivalence is taking a (very) brief hiatus, due to (some) matters that need to be taken care of (did that sound too Godfatherish?). Lynch is in town. My (very own) bachelorette party is on its way for Saturday. I have a translation to give in by Friday. Work at the office has (inmenseley) built up on these last days. All this means my posts are sleeping in between imaginary brackets until i can get back to the (ambivalent) reality. I will miss you too.

Blond doll
This city cannot get any warmer. I feel sidewalks may start melting any minute now. I never thought i'd actually look forward to my air conditioned office.

Last Friday afternoon, in a heroic act of brave shopper, i had a little stroll to look for my 'magical marrying shoes', despite the heat and the fact that it was early so many stores were still closed. No excuses for a true shoe hunter on a September Wedding Project.

After a couple of closed shops i landed in front of a window featuring cute strass sandals, where three women were discussing the dimensions of a heel on one of the shoes.

One of them was outstanding. She wore a very minidress, tight, lime green tones, combined with extremely tanned legs and vertigo white heels. She was bright blond and wore several coats of make up. She was definitely one of those traffic stoppers. Men openly gazed at her.

Two workers from a construction site nearby stepped out of a building to download their cement bags. I was standing next to them when one of them commented on the blond girl. His friend looked in her direction and said "she's no different from my daughter's barbie doll".

Sunday smile

Visual effects







A bit like organizing the drawers of a huge wardrobe, i've been running through ambivalence, fixing bits and pieces, and i've collected a lot of my photos, put them together in one place, and tagged them for your eyes only. Homes, faces, places and portraits. I can calmly state that my life has definetely changed after the arrival of my digicam. Smile.

The boy
This boy likes yellow. He likes all things bright. I suspect he also likes photos. He has multicoloured energy that takes him all over his city -gorgeous Québec- and lets him have a strong presence in my memories even though it's been so long.

The boy is fast, talkative and sweet. He is impatient and malicious. He is full of courage and he chainsmokes his way in and out of long conversations. The boy is called Martin, he's no longer a boy and has recently overcome his greatest fear: planes.

The boy is my twin brother, born on the same day of the same month of the same year. Different continent. Same bloody smile and taste for life. We met on a cold morning in an ugly school building, circa September 1989. The Berlin Wall was still there and we were just 15. We spent enough time together to become some sort of parallel family.

I went back to see the boy seven years after my first visit. He never made it here due to his amazing flying phobia. I needed a freaking brilliant reason to get him to Madrid and i found it a few months ago. After involuntarily 'training' in four different airplanes, the boy has decided to jump on a fifth one to attend our wedding.

P.S.: I've been wishing for this to become reality since february. Here's the written proof.