I have decided to take in this amazing experience, to share my work as a graphic designer, my studies in costume design and other millions of things in my daily amazing life in the multifaceted and Dionysian New York City. Empowered by Following Your Heart, passion, and dreams. WithoutLipstick is that time of the day where after done it all, you are ready to do anything, take off your makeup, go in another chapter of the last book you’re reading, put cream on your feet. drink a good wine. Write.
I started this blog as a way to have a memoir of those little and big crazy things that move my world, those products, elements, objects, that take my breath away, but also it’s important to realize that in life there are things that make us so happy without even spend a dime on it.
One of those for me are: rainbows, and of course the moon, and Chopin’s music, and the killers; the sand in your feet on the first day of summer, a warm bath, Sunday Volleyball with my friends, an early run,water, sleep, to dream.
I like to think about myself, as a drifter of the world. I have a passion for travel, like someone said: “Never go to the same place twice” I must to be agreed to that, but I will also add “unless it´s truly fantastic”
Some days, I have to admit, I have this melancholy allegory called by the most romantics as Nostalgia. It’s in those days when I take my lipstick and shoes off, that I am a writer . I´d been working in my novel for nine months… will be born soon hopefully.
The rest of the other days I´m a woman, and a sister, a daughter and a friend, a roommate, aunt, a eternal student.
Designer by profession, a lover of laughter, old movies, soft candle smells, handwriting letters, wine, new shoes, outrageous earrings, ice tea, warm lemon baths. Chopin, Sinatra, Strummer, Morricone (long list) french music, fresh cold water, peonies, my feet in the sand, a beautiful stranger´s smile in the street, colorful pedicures in summer time, silly umbrellas in winter, fast drive, antiques shop, dogs over cats, Polaroid pictures, homemade pasta. (Just like my novel, this list is unfinished).