Sunday, August 20, 2006

Those who get bored in London, need desperate professional help. How many times can I tell you that I love cities? specially London.

Yesterday I went to the famous Portobello Street Market, located to just one tube station from where I went to the Independent Film Festival. I want to live in that neighborhood, it is so full of energy.

The market extents its wings for blocks and blocks and you can find from clothes (all styles and fashions) to antiques. Going thru vegetables, household articles and food. The antiques were amazing!!! Silver, Victorian dresses, jewelry (I found a guy who was selling pins) antique pins in different shapes, I fell completely for one in a shape of a Lobster with rubies on it, of course not in my price range, I asked if I could touch it and he said yes just because I was wearing a nice top, Mexican embroidery rocks!!!!


The cities have this, live of its own, never a quiet moment, never a dull moment, even when it is not very good for you, like smog, cigarette smoking everywhere, public drinking, but on the other hand has a very effective transportation system and markets, cinemas, book stores, in one word LIFE.

I made the comment to my flatmatte about the antiques and I asked her if she like them, she responded that she doesn’t like old stuff which sometimes is just trash. That made me thing about why I am fascinated with used stuff?, because I am. One of the reasons is the morbid knowledge that this or that item belonged to somebody else and now is mine, the other reason is I think that the item in question has developed a personality out of belonging to somebody else, do you know what I mean? is like the love and care that person gave to this item made this item what it is today, it must be a reason this item has survived the trash can. Another reason is, antiques, even thought, some of them were massed produced, generally, they are unique. I love that, uniqueness is a forgotten quality nowadays. It seems that fear takes over and we are afraid to be unique. And the last but no least is that having something with history is owning a piece of time, is having evidence that time exists and we are not alone…

Can you tell I spend a lot of time thinking? Hahaha


I walked out of the market with a pair of heels with a dragonfly on them, a velvet jacket and a beautiful scarf, I am getting myself prepared for the winter, man!!! Not again, Why? Why? Why?. I have made the comment to some of you that people should be banned to live in places that get below 59º F. How much is that in C? I am so damn colonialized I tell temperatures in F and my internal voice now speaks English, Damn it!!!

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