Gonzalita about life, style and bling

Doing the detox

2007-01-29T15:01:00.001-08:00

Have been detoxing for the past last...16 days. And have about 15 left to complete the detox month.
Now you may ask yourself why??? But w-h-y?
Well. I am not preggers (thank God or similar). And I am not succumbing to alcohol abuse. I am not suffering - yet - of liver disease.
Actually I just wanted to test myself and see if I was able to go from dusk at Riche to dawn at Spy without a single drink. And I could! Am very proud.

But I am also quite thirsty. And lately, going out has been kind of masochistic, watching people enjoy their drinks and get happysillypartycrazy.
Detox is supposed to cleanse you and make you more energized but I have to admit that I've been having some weird kind of hallucinations about tequila martinis and sparkling champagne. And the other day I felt hungover when waking up, even though I didn't have a single drop of booze. Weird. Very much so.

Whatever it is I am detox experiencing I am quite glad it will be over in a couple of weeks....

At the end of the world

2007-01-07T22:00:00.000-08:00

I have not visited the country where I was born since '00. And here I am again, feeling the scent of the eucalyptus trees, the Pacific, the hallullas, the pisco sour and of the old places in Valparaiso.
Bliss.

It will most definitely n-o-t take six more years until my next trip.

Happy Holidays!!!

2006-12-21T13:01:00.001-08:00

From Gonzalita to you all

Emperors new Betty

2006-11-21T12:08:00.001-08:00

While watching episode three of Ugly Betty and really feeling sorry for the beyond ugly duckling with severe chola style, I got this thought - why do people never tell when something looks really bad on you? Or on anyone? I am really bad at doing this myself, so maybe I should zip it, but seriously - why???

On the other hand - what looks good or bad on anyone is relative and totally subjective. Everybody´s free to wear whatever, whenever, right? Or are we (me???) too brain washed by glossies and totally extreme make overs that anything that does not fit into a certain frame is naturally registered and labeled No-No?

I am totally guilty of all of the above. Am shallow, superficial and terrible person who probably would have taken Ugly Betty somewhere where the girl could be transformed from chola to cool-a. The tale about the emperors´new clothes is sooo underestimated. In the end, someone will always tell, the thing is - will you listen?

Sweet misery on repeat

2006-11-15T23:10:00.000-08:00

I've never liked Lisa Miskovsky.
Until now, that is.
"Sweet Misery" from her latest album "Changes" is by far the coolest, prettiest bittersweet Cure-esque, pop tune around. Love it!

Today big hoorays goes to my fratellino who has now reached the milestone with the 3.0 sign and to his godmother, our very pretty auntie Ivana.

Alpha, Beta, Blogger.....

2006-11-12T18:05:00.000-08:00

I might be the last blogger on this earth to move my blog to this...betablog thing.
Whatever, as long as it works, all is great.

Fall is turning to winter in a fast pace. Today was hell of a cold Sunday. Cold and grey. But lit up by softcool socializing with my dear and very talented colleague J at Dello's. I love Dello's. The latte is always perfect and the toasts are sheer perfection. Maybe I should move back to Knivsöder after all....after what, 12 years. A lot of stuff has happened to the place ever since.

Otherwise, soft day doing all the stuff I like to do Sundays; getting my clothes in order, my place, myself, listening to my constant Sunday soundtrack consisting of a John Legend/Alicia Keys playlist, talking on the phone and reading glossies and books I am reviewing.
Not that exciting, but most pleasing.

Thought about the highlight of the week and it must be rewarding myself with a nice piece of D&G-jewelry. Love D&G.

Hello winter

2006-11-01T23:27:00.000-08:00

First day of November this year also equaled first day of winter. In kind of a chaotic way. As every year - no one is prepared for this and the traffic and all just go bezerk.
It took me quite a long time to get home from Tranan, where I met lovely J and T. After total partycraze this Monday I was not in the mood for heavy party and felt very mature and adult about it all kicking back with only two glasses of cider.

Am totally off. And I need to do something with my hair, like a new perm. After all, it's fake it til' you make it, inn'it?!

Let them eat cake!

2006-10-23T23:48:00.000-07:00

And do whatever.
Am so fed up with my exes. Once upon a time I actually thought I had good judgement. I guess it's something that evolves and matures, or whatever. Oh well, let them eat cake!

Dark monday morning turned into fabulous sparkling monday evening, complete with tequila martini silver lining. Lovely! And the best of all - seconds after walking in at the bar, I saw him. And I know he saw me. According to my friend and colleague, the very talented and lovely Ågren, he even turned his head a couple of times. I like! I enjoy! I totally adore! And I have to have him. Now if I just could stop acting cool, aloof and coy....
As I've said before - I love fall. It's my kind of season.

But why?

2006-10-13T09:36:00.000-07:00

Don´t ask, but for some reason this line from When you were young (The Killers) is spinning around and around in my messy head and just refuses to leave:
".....waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways"

I don´t even want to go Freudian on that one - I'm not waiting for anyone, honey.

Time goes by

2006-10-11T22:25:00.000-07:00

Beautiful fall. Totally beautiful, lovely, chilly, rainy, gorgeous, fabulous, elegant, chic, dressy, sassy, avantgarde, tartan, tweedy, and wonderful fall.
My best season. But I seriously haven´t even got around to enjoy it at the fullest yet, since time just passes quicker and quicker and all of a sudden it´s October. Again.

My October list includes:
- clothes: skirts, opaque tights, cape of Norwegian design, high heeled boots, dresses and skinny corduroy jeans, gold, red, white and blue details, otherwise black, black and black - the new black.
- music: October by U2, Behavior and Introspective by Pet Shop Boys, Welcome to wherever you are by INXS. Yes, fall does make me kind of nostalgic, though in a good way.
- socializing: by brunching, taking long walks, having long late night conversations, watching movies, watching telly, going to the theatre and of course by partying.
- enjoying: afternoon tea, skinny lattes, creamy spiced up chocolate, porridge with berries, Strawberry Cheescake from Häagen-Dazs, pumpkin in a variety of ways like in delicious sopaipillas made by my aunts.

Just love it.

Champagne, Tequila Martinis, fabulous friends and what will happen October 24

2006-09-11T22:52:00.000-07:00

My weekend was hilarious! Can´t believe it´s monday evening already. It feels like Friday evening was yesterday! Met upp lovelylicious goddessfriend LM for bubbles at this new champagne bar downtown. We were just going to catch up, etc - but somehow the evening turned into night and into the wee hours. On the way there we did Sturehof, East, Spy Bar and ended at Solidaritet.

Guess if we were all but sober when grabbing a cab home...and the cab driver drove all but gently, which didn´t make things better, although at that point we were übergiggly!

The morning after I barely got up for breakfast with the very talented Miss Elegance, and to make things worse I couldn´t find my sunglasses.

And if there´s anything I really won´t do when badly hungover it is to leave my place without sunglasses. Big, big no-no. Don´t do that.

During what remained of Saturday evening I was feeling like an overcooked spaghetti. Met up with fun photographer LivL. for dinner and realized I needed something to resurrect. I was intrigued by the Tequila Martini on the menu - and man was it good! Downed 3-4 of them during the rest of the evening, very, very, yummy I must say. It´s now my new favourite drink.

Yesterday I didn´t had to get up too early to meet L&K over brunch, but it was a bit of a pain anyway. I still felt kind of overcooked, but not as bad as Saturday morning. We had lovely brunch and then strutted over to Västermalmsgallerian for some book shopping. Like I didn´t have enough books in my place, I know, but I just can´t help myself, I have to have them and read them. My preciousssss.

So what´s happening October 24? According to his page in Myspace, his new album will be out then, yeeeeeeeeeey!!!
Now, if this talented and divine miss would release a new album soon it would be total bliss - great soundtracks to go with fall and all the lovely things that go with it.

Yes, I´m an autumn person and damn proud of it. Actually no other season suits me better.

Her name was Lola...

2006-09-03T11:11:00.000-07:00

...she was a showgirl, with yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there!

Karaoke night yesterday, totally craze and so much fun! It was Shimmeringshoes bye bye-bash and we started at PSB and continued to Snövit, a small karaoke bar with a mixed audience. Shimmeringshoes and I sang the Barry Manilow oldie "Copacabana" and had a lots of fun. In some strange way the whole bunch but JL and me managed to get drunk. So when the place closed we grabbed Shimmenringshoes by the hands, stopped a cab and went straight down to Spy Bar. Had a great time besides some rude people - but hey, it´s smalltown Stockholm we´re talking about and some people really act like they just came out of the mud with the pigs = stupid hillbillies with no sense of social behaviour.

Now talking about behaviour, guess who´s still kind of drunk. The 3895835959089 vodka redbull I drank quite fast kicked in, like now. Why?! Uninstant gratification. Totally unfair.
And I´m supposed to go to parents place today. Yeeeeey. Am still tumbling over. And I only remember some fragments from yesterday, damn, I thought I and everything was crystal clear, but apparently not.

Have to mention I´m very, very pleased with the FrostFrench-blouse I found at Life's Too Short Not to Wear Beautiful Things. It´s already my new favourite wardrobe garment.
Now I´m only waiting for the fall to kick in properly so I can wear the blood red gloves I found there as well. Life is in deed too short not to wear beautiful things and not to hang out with smart and beautiful people like all of my friends, and family as well, are. And that is no lie.

Damn I'm drunk. Ooooops. Tumbled over.

Saturday day stress

2006-09-02T16:35:00.000-07:00

Most Saturdays are all about the following for me:
- picking up stuff from the dry cleaner
- shopping gifts/beverages for whatever event or get together is going on Saturday evening or night
- shopping for essential stuff like cotton buds, nail polish remover or pantyhose
- recovering from whatever went on Friday night

Today was no exception. Tried to get up somewhat early, which didn´t succeed, so I had to get over to Söder in a rush to get my Dancing Cats earrings and then stress over to Dellos' for coffee before I turned into a total bitch. And since my local dry cleaner close at 2 pm, the latte was to go instead of to enjoy. But I got my gear that I almost had forgotten all about. That´s the nice thing about picking up stuff that´s been dry cleaned - it almost feels like after a shopping spree since I manage to forget all about the garments I've turned in.

Tosca + CSI Miami

2006-08-24T21:12:00.000-07:00

Equals trashy cool. Even better when it´s my favourite part from Tosca; "E lucevano le stelle". Gives me goose bumps.

This afternoon and evening has consisted of :
- working and coughing
- lingerine fashion show, very french, very pretty
- goody bag with a suspicious teared up chocolate sachette, very strange, very CSI
- almost saw an accident happen, a bus seemed to have hit someone - now that´s CSI
- hung out with my fabulous, fantastic friend K, whose boyfriend and high school friend of ours, B, picked us up and drove me home. I love my friends.

Spent all afternoon and evening in my beige suede/gold court shoes. Love them. Bargain made in heaven. I might have some good karma after all.

Save room

2006-08-24T11:58:00.000-07:00

Got that tune on repeat.
Love John Legend. Not only does he have the coolest name, the smoothest voice, the best songs. But also that sharp look I´m a total sucker for.

Ginger tea

2006-08-23T09:58:00.000-07:00

Among all of the stuff that sucks when having a cold, there are some nice things. Being able to stay at home in a soft track suit under the duvet and write stuff. The quality of it of course will depend on how much fever you got, but if it´s manageable, it can turn out quite ok.

Besides the track suit factor, ginger tea is also very nice. And watching some good old day time television, Oprah, Martha, Tyra. And reading glossies and some new chicklitt I got the other day - perfect for days with a cold when you just want and need to be entertained.

Do you see what I see?

2006-08-15T22:58:00.000-07:00

This painting by Norwegian paintor Edvard Munch just says it all, don´t you think?

Sometimes everything´s just too much to cope with, which in my case makes me want to scream to the whole world to go fuck itself. Just scream that out loud and shut the door. Leave it all outside. Then go to sleep and hopefully wake up to a better day and as a better person.

Anyhow. I guess I feel somewhat sick with it all because of exhaustion. I can´t complain, I´ve been social every single evening for about three weeks in a row now, guess you can´t demand to be on top when being that off.

I´ve had loads of fun though, and I´ve hung out with people I haven´t seen for ages or very seldom do see. Like Elin, Sylvia, M&M, Marie, Anna, Lisa. Lovely. Hopefully it won´t pass as much time before I get to see them again.

X-essss of the world unite or what?

2006-08-04T00:34:00.000-07:00

The other day I got to know that one of my exes had mailed to another.
What a wonderful world.
Why can´t we all just get along?

Or maybe, why can´t we all just tumble the fuck over?

Over and out for today. Had totally brilliant evening anyhow and totally refuse to let anyone ruin it. Exes does most definitely not mean excess. In any way.

Texting X-thing

2006-08-03T17:03:00.000-07:00

Me to X: Consider me gone, forgotten, dead.
X to me: Ok. Does it mean we won´t talk anymore?

Digging in the dirty X-files

2006-08-02T17:37:00.000-07:00

The other day it just burst. All of it. Out in the open.
The loaded, dirty, X-file. The X-file of my life, containing all the shit gathered during 14 years on-and-off relationship.
And it was not a sight for sore eyes. It was the most brutta figura ever.

Not being comfortable with it, I suggested cleansing it. Vacuuming it. Getting rid of it. Which in turn evolved to some kind of reminding argument about what and why that person is my X.

Now, after almost a week of masochistic behaviour I´m actually quite fed up with it. But still, part of me wants to throw it all away, where I never can find it again and just get rid of it. Part of me wants to keep it, very close to my heart.
Lord, am I being cheesy....it´s not really my stylee to go on about emotional shit like this, but I guess it can´t, and shouldn´t, be ignored in ones life.

It feels good to know though that this time and this shit will pass. Now I´m going to change into some black stuff and go celebrate todays birthdaygirl, my fabulous friend Be.

Cheesy drunk

2006-07-22T11:48:00.000-07:00

Hangover from hell. Or morelike, from the hood.
Surprised?
Am very impressed with self though, getting my somewhat intoxicated arse home and blogging. In the wee hours. Or past the wee hours. I recall hearing birds sing. It was not one of those bright, sunny summer mornings though, it was a more sheer kind of pearly grey ambient. Quite elegant in fact.
I passed my old school and where we went to the scouts. Passed the places where old classmates and friends lived. Many of them does not live here anymore. Literally. Knowwhattamsayin´?
Send someone (an ex) a cheesy text because shit reminded me of him. (That I do actually regret. Drunken minds don´t tend to do smart thinking.)

When I got to the place where we lived for years when I grew up I just had to go and check it out. And so I stood and watched the number 101 for ages. A window was open and somebody in there was snoaring very loud, loud enough for me to hear.

Got home to my parents. Fell asleep with clothes and make up on.
Brutta figura, I know, but hey, I´m not doing the Memory Lane-tripping often. In fact never.
Still love my friends though.

You the best

2006-07-21T05:05:00.000-07:00

I love you so much right now - my kompisar från förr. You´re the shit that makes me feel for real, the ones that keep me grounded, the ones I don´t have to pretend anything for.

Sanna, Lena, Lilia, Elin and also Johanna: I love you so much right now - and always. You know where I´m from, what I´m up to and we've been through shitloads together.
All my love and best to you. You guys are - as cheesy it might be - pilars that that I can rely on and totally inspire me.
I don´t want to be withouth you.
Ever.

Gonzalita about La Copa

2006-07-10T19:30:00.000-07:00

Most exciting game: Germany - Argentina
Most disappointing game: Holland - Argentina, 0-0. Why? Because of the argentinian born Dutch Princess?
Best new talent: Prince Frank Ribéry
Best old talent: Emperor Zinedine Zidane
Most elegant player: King Thierry Henry
Biggest disappointment playerwise: Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Most overrated team/s: Brazil and unfortunately, Sweden
Hardest part: To see Argentina depart in such an ugly way. Why Pekerman, why?!
Most unfair treated player: Christiano Ronaldo
Most disgusting player: That Lukas Po....whatshisname, the German guy who really liked to show his friendship (?) with the referees and did a very ugly gesture after his penalty in the game against Argentina.
Worst referee: The Brazilian xxxxx who handled Germany - Sweden in a very ugly way, totally in favour of the hosts. Someone might have left the tournament with stuff but no honour.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Honeyz I´m hooooome!

2006-07-10T19:03:00.000-07:00

Gonzalita´s back after a somewhat blog free month. Guess you need it sometimes to develope the creative process or whatever. Or maybe I just needed a break, as I sometimes do from stuff, specially stuff I like a lot - to avoid turning a big bore. Which explains my relationship history quite well, first a really nice phase, then me getting bored and needing air.
(I have tried to do something about this, but it seems unavoidable, it will always come a day when I need to take a break to be able to return with more energy or whatever)

Anyhow, the last month has consisted of:

work
more work
FIFA World Cup = grief, anger, joy
socializing
sunbathing & swimming
allergy reaction
Depeche Mode at Stadion, Stockholm
sleep
more sleep
drowling over the pictures below

I know, lovely combo of my favourite Italian designer label and the gorgeous Gli Azzurri. Breathtaking. Do I need to tell you the pictures have caused a lot of female friends to actually watch football, hehe.

Am very pleased over their victory, although I actually would have been very happy if Les Bleus had won. Feel sorry for Trezeguet and Zidane. Although I know it was wrong of him to behave in such a way, you don´t solve anything, not even a World Cup Final with violence.

And also impressed and very proud!

2006-06-03T09:22:00.000-07:00

Yesterday La Roja (the Chilean National Football Team) played against the Swedish equilvalent at Råsunda, Solna, Sweden.

Over 15 000 Chilean fans made it seem like it was the Chileans that were at home. Am in awe. Maybe I should have been there after all - but I do enjoy watching footie on the telly - with great company and exquisite food and wine.

Anyhow, it ended 1-1 and it was a great game! Even though Chile is not going to Germany, this team is leaving it´s European tour invicted. Which is really cool and impresses me a lot since I´ve read and heard so much negative shit about Chilean football.

Today you can read stuff like
* "Allra bäst var Chile. Nog måste man väl ha rätt att få önska sig Chile tillbaka. Med en publik som gjorde Sverige till bortalag och med såna publiklirare som målpassaren Jorge Valdivia från Colo Colo och den blott 17-årige speedkulan med överstegsfinterna Alexis Sanchez från Cobreloa på 2400 metershöjd i Anderna som redan lär ha varit i italienska Udinese". (Aftonbladet)
* "Chile är ett spelande lag med hög kvalitet. Spelare som Luis Jimenez, Jorge Valdiva, Jorge Acuna dominerade mittfältet efter paus. Vilket på ett bryskt sätt visade hur beroende Sverige är av Fredrik Ljungberg. För när han klev av tappade Sverige mittfältet." (DN)

Which could make any Chilean proud, nonetheless me. La Roja showed that, when it comes to the latino football teams - even the ones that aren´t going to Germany this year, are able to play the most beautiful football in the world. The Europeans might have invented the game, but the latinos have developed and redefined it.

And yes, I truly believe that the Copa this year will go to South America - where it belongs!

(The picture above is from www.emol.com)

Absent diva up to a whole lotta shit

2006-06-03T09:02:00.000-07:00

The past weeks, or morelike - the past month has been very intense, with lots of stuff happening on all areas at the same time. The famous ketchup-bottle-effect. First nothing, nothing, then all just pours down at once. Which suits me and my phobia for all dull and boring things just fine. Imagine a life without any changes at all, now how boring wouldn´t that be?! Just the thought of it gives me the creeps.

What have I been up to? Here goes, in a neat little list:
1. I´ve been listening to Gotan Project, my latest addiction. They call it "electrotango", I call it brilliant. Lunatico is the soundtrack of this lunatics life at the moment.
2. ....drinking rosé wine, a couple of days ago at the terrace of HKC to which my lovely friend Her Fabulousness Herself has a private key.
3. ....reading my friend Åsa Schwarz latest book "Stigma", besides all glossies I have a slight pathologic addiction for.
4. ....watching the last season of "Sex & the City" again and being surprised, I had totally underrated it.
5. ....eating a lot of take away meze and tuna wraps.
6. ....and working - my ass off, but can´t complain, am quite a happy bastard I guess.

Use the force

2006-05-10T21:45:00.000-07:00

Star Wars is on the telly!!! Love Star Wars!
Love it even more when trying to be smart and creative, if I only use the force all will turn out good. The thing is, Harrison Ford as Han Solo is such a sweet distraction I can actually be very bothered. And Sir Alec Guinness brilliant acting skills are always a joy to watch.

Don´t disrespect

2006-05-10T21:12:00.000-07:00

The coaches of swedish soccer team should need to not only take some style classes, but also to learn how to give bad news to people. Getting the information that you will not play the biggest championship there is by voicemail is not good, regardless the reason why.
Feel really sorry for Alexander Östlund.

Summertime and the living is - should be - easy

2006-05-10T20:58:00.000-07:00

And I´m not saying it´s not, but it´s like The Craze Before Christmas - everything´s supposed to be done before Midsommar. No easy living. But it´s lovely to finally be able to stroll around in a dress, no jacket or cardigan needed, and enjoy the light and crisp Stockholms-, or should I say, Kungsholmskvällen.

I was supposed to go straight home and work, work, work after a job meeting, I really have to get my shit to the accountant or he will most probably drop my sorry ass as a client. Mygod. Really have to shape up, but as I wrote - I can change, yes I can.

And regarding to that - no, I am not in love, so don´t forget it, just had some kind of epiphany because of some stuff that happened to happen with someone. But that´s it. (Pheow!)

Anyhow - I was supposed to go straight home and work and I almost did. With a brief stop at favourite shop Katitzi. Loved the books, love the shop. Of course I found something that I didn´t even know I needed.
A black/white cardigan from übergenious Nina Jarebrink.
Now I not only have performance anxiety regarding my work, but guilty bittersweet pleasure regarding my finances.
Oh, whattefuck. If I die tomorrow I´ve least died with good taste, huh?

I can change

2006-05-03T22:12:00.000-07:00

I guess it´s as the swedish saying goes: "When the Devil gets old, he becomes religious".
Or similar. Anyhow, this goes out to kind of a special someone. And no, don´t ask and start breaking the balls I don´t have, cause I won´t tell.
And this ain´t no sweettalking goin´on, this is for real, gotta' believe me, I'm telling the truth.

Hmm…

(Snoop talking)
Hey yo niece check this out girl
Now I know you got that bad man right there
You aint even tripping off of him
But he doing all of that for you
He got this, he got that
He’s off the hizzle I mean when you find one like that

You got to make that change girl

Cuz they don’t come too often

And when they do come

You gotta be smart enough to know when to change

Like Sam Cooke say change gon’ come niece

And you better believe that

As I look back on all that I've done to you

My biggest regrets

The things that I never could do

I see the light now baby it's shining through

Gotta give up the game

Yeah I got some changin’ to do

I won’t get high if you want it

Get that straight 9 to 5 if you want it

Keep my ass home at night if you want it

Whatever you need me to do

When you talk I’ma listen

Give you all that attention you missing

Man I swear I’ma handle my business

Just like a real woman should do

I can change

I can change (you know I can change baby)

I can change

For you (you know I can stop baby)

I can change (you know I change baby)

I can change

For you (you know I can stop baby)

I’ll give up all the places I used to go

Stay out the club

Stay home because I’m with you

I’ll give up all those boys that I used to know

They don’t compare

Baby I swear it’s the truth (you know it’s the truth baby)

So I’m through with the men

Yeah that’s right I give up on the pimpin’

Boy I’m gonna repent from my sinnin’

If that’s what you want me to do
I’ll get right if you want it

Go to church

Get baptized if you want it

Boy you opened my eyes and I’m gonna

Be much better for you

Baby believe me

Baby believe me

I can change (you know I can change baby)

I can change (know I can change baby)

I can change

For you

I can change

For you

(Snoop’s Rap)
Take me to the river

And baptize my soul

I’m so outta control

Needing someone to hold

Man it’s cold I aint been clubbin’, drinkin’, or smokin’

I’m focused

Bowin’ down every night prayin’ and hopin’

I’m trying to figure out a way

But I just don’t know how to say

But I’m rearrangin’

Hopefully I’m changin’

And you can see that

Baby cuz it’s hard for me

Kinda sorta odd for me

But aint nothing to it

If you need me to do it I guess…

I can change

For you (I’ll give up on the pimpin’ for you)

I can change

For you (sing it again y’all)

I can change

For you

I can change

For you

You know I can stop baby

Gotta believe me (you gotta belive me baby)

Gotta believe me (mmm yeah)

I telling the truth

You know I can stop baby

Gotta believe me (believe me)

Gotta believe me (believe me yeah)

I’m telling the truth

Get baptized if you want it

This time I mean it

Gotta believe me (this time I mean it)

Gotta believe me I'm telling the truth

Highlights

2006-05-03T10:22:00.000-07:00

Haven´t had time nor energy to blog in the last couple of weeks but here is some of what´s been on in the world of Gonzalita:

brunches galore - love week end brunches!
reading - being a book reviewer is fun although demanding, but above all - you discover the reason why the classics are, well, classics.
working out - got tired of feeling like Jabba the Hut. I know I´m not FATfat, but I wouldn´t mind a lighter, leaner and more toned physique.
working - checking out stuff for next season, planning stuff, presenting ideas.
drinking coffee - more coffeine, less alcohol makes Gonzalita a more awake girl .
watching Nip/Tuck Season 3 - my favourite surgeouns are back!!! Hell Mary and all the angels above, sunday evenings are yet again glorious!
cleaning up - living in a small place is highly demanding.

Santa madre, Santana!

2006-05-03T10:04:00.000-07:00

Went with mom, dad and lil'bro' to see Carlos Santana perform yesterday and was totally blown away! Fabulous! Hearing Smooth and Corazon Espinado live was just - awesome. People were dancing in the aisles, just as it´s supposed to be!

I´ve listened to Black Magic Woman since before I was born (unfortunately he didn´t play it this time) and I´ve really liked his funky, international beats, long before his supersuccess with Supernatural. The man is a musical genious.

And lots and lots more than that, check out www.santana.com where his various projects are listed, from fab shoe designs, fragrances and wine to stuff that really make a difference like the Milagro Foundation.
Not that shoes don´t matter, but considering a big part of this worlds population doesn´t even own a pair of shoes - you get the picture.

...and I´ve done another quiz

2006-04-19T21:44:00.000-07:00

The quiz below I found at Annas blog feat. Mel E.

What kind of yarn are you?
You are Shetland Wool. You are a traditional sort who can sometimes be a little on the harsh side. Though you look delicate you are tough as nails and prone to intricacies. Despite your acerbic ways you are widely respected and even revered.

Oh, really?!

And the Irish have done it again

2006-04-18T23:07:00.000-07:00

U2's überbeautiful song One was voted greatest lyric of all-time in a VH1 poll and I´m soo not surprised. I love that song, if I die tomorrow I want it to be played during my wake! (Yes - I want a wake, I´m born and raised catholic, even though I´ve not taken the sacramentos so I´m probably more pagan and would most def be kicked out of church, but who cares anyway.) And if I don´t die tomorrow I still would like to marry Mr Mullen, the drummer.

Barca! Barca!! Barca!!!

2006-04-18T22:58:00.000-07:00

Am very pleased that FC Barcelona won the Milan-FC Barcelona game.
I salute you, catalanos!

Skulls

2006-04-18T20:21:00.000-07:00

My fascination for skulls and all things pirate may be caused by Mr Pirate himself: überpirate Francis Drake.

Apparantely he spent time plundring Valparaiso and gave origin to lots of myths. And probably the man also might have origined one or two bastards who might be ancestors to this creature. That would explain a lot, hehe.

From Britannia Biographies:
In 1577, therefore, he undertook, in his famous ship the Pelican or Golden Hind of 100 tons, and with four smaller vessels, the passage to the 'South Seas' by the Straits of Magellan.

In the course of this voyage, in which he was deserted by one ship, lost another in a storm and had to break up the other two as unseaworthy, Drake successfully accomplished the dangerous passage, was driven south as far as latitude 57 degrees, sailed up the Pacific coast of South America, plundered Valparaiso, took the Cacafuego (the richest prize in history) and cruised north as far as San Francisco.

Stuffed

2006-04-17T17:17:00.000-07:00

Great Easter weekend!
Brief list of some of what it included:

Food: salmon ceviche, grilled duck, boquerones al ajillo, habas from auntie Elenas garden, fabulous cheese plate, pomegranate, pinapple, pata negra, pear, grapes, gravad lax, porotos verdes, boullebaise, torta de milhojas, two kinds of colomba, etc.
Music: Carlos Gardel, Kate Bush, Julio Iglesias, Eva Dahlgren, Javier Solis, Timbuktu, Coldplay, etc.
Drinks: pisco sour, cava, red and white wine, amontillado, etc.
Book: Billie Holiday by Julia Blackburn.
Company: Big, fat Gonzofamilia.

Now it´s back to work and back to reality, i.e get my act together and clean my place up.

Happy Easter!/Feliz Pascua!/Glad Påsk!

2006-04-15T13:34:00.000-07:00

Easter´s never been one of my favourite holidays, besides the fact that you´re off work for about four days, since the holiday is a long weekend here. And besides the Easter egg factor, my brother and I still get Easter Eggs sometimes (spoiled brats!) with nice stuff.

Usually we get together with the rest of the family and have Easter dinner, but this year we are celebrating my fathers 60th cumpleaños all Easter long = fiesta, fiesta y más fiesta!

My father and the king

2006-04-12T16:01:00.000-07:00

In a couple of weeks the Swedish king Carl XVI Gustaf turns 60, but this friday - which also happens to be Good Friday - my father turns that age.

Am very proud that Swedish newspaper Dagens Nyheter found him interesting enough to congratulate and interview. Now he´s in todays paper as well as on the web.
Laughed a bit when I read that he likes to read criminal novels. I believe he told the reporter he was reading "Caipirinha med döden" ("Caipirinha with death"), which is a great, dark story but no criminal novel whatsoever, probably it sounded that way in the reporters ears.

Anyhow, am very, very, proud daughter. And feel quite good about self for making that newspaper congrat possible.

Easily bored or just plain restless...

2006-04-11T12:00:00.000-07:00

The result of being such a genetic mix (although, thank the almighty for that, I rather be a genetic cocktail than a genetic repetition anyday) might be the reason for my neverending restlessness.
It´s like I´m almost already bored before I get what I want. I´m more into the hunt itself than the prey, I love to try and figure out how to get from A to B, but when I´m there I couldn´t be bothered. And that goes for every area in my life. And it hasn´t gotten better with age...haha, does anything get better with age but wine and engüindado*?!

Bad thing is it goes for all areas in my life, people, jobs, hobbies, etc. As soon as I´ve been somewhere or done something I want something else. And I feel like choking when hearing "settle down". Somehow it equals prison for me, lack of liberty, etc.
I should probably consider getting some serious help for this....am a freak...now where did I put that Therapy with Tony Soprano book?

*Engüindado = home made cherry liquor, totally delicious and gets you smashed in no time if not careful.

Update: Obviously it´s spelled enguindado. No dots. And obviously I´m not the family language genious as I thought.

Style of the day: The Ghettofabulous

2006-04-11T08:03:00.000-07:00

More is always more baby.
Am big admirer of the ghettofab style, the one that goes beyond so called street style that in my opinion can be very boring and not as daring as it wants to be.

And I´m no fan of sneakers, but give me heels and I´m done.

Ghettofab stuff of the day: ghettogold necklace, t-shirt from Walé Adeyemi, hoops.

And I definitely love Trident cinnamon!

2006-04-10T19:59:00.000-07:00

Met up for lunch with beloved and fabulous friend the Sparkling Sunshine. Besides enjoying her sparkling and bubblelicious company the girl had birthday pressies for me - and what pressies!

I got packages of the one and only chewing gum that really rocks my world - Trident Cinnamon. Ever since my time in California I´ve been totally hooked and have bought it as often as I could find it over here. She also gave me a prettylicious bracelet, wrapped in the cutest box. I really liked it a lot, but I´m in chewing gum heaven, this is total bliss!!!

There´s nothing, nothing as friends and relatives that really know your taste, as cheesy as it might seem I´m really grateful for this.

I heart me, my necklace, my friends and my new laptop case

2006-03-30T23:22:00.000-08:00

Isn´t this necklace like the coolest around with the most attitude?!
I LOVE it! Almost as much as I do love myself and my beautiful friends A&B who gave me the necklace as birthdaypresent. My preciousss! Talk about hitting it right, the necklace is soooo me and sooo us (that would be A, B and me) it moves me to tears. Will wear it everyday!

My present to self today was a red laptop case from Catherine Manuell
It was love at first sight. Will definitely try to get the other stuff in the same red and black style = very Gonzalita.

Spring cleaning

2006-03-25T05:04:00.000-08:00

Or maybe just cleaning morelike, because where is spring? It´s sunny and lovely outside but still cold. And it was the same last week in London. I had expected spring to be in full bloom, but the only bloom I saw were the tiny, tiny cherry blossoms on the cherry tree outside Sara & Stephen. They must have one of the most stylish flat I´ve ever seen. The hotel I visited couldn´t even be compared to their super zen place. Total bliss!
One cool thing about the hotel though was the coincidence that Guru (from Gangstarr) also stayed there. That gave the place some star quality.

Today I´ve been spring cleaning my place and was so into it I totally forgot to get some nice wrapping paper - March is a very popular birthdaymonth! - and when hitting one of the stores nearby it was closed, which meant I had to take the tube downtown and try to get in and out of Åhléns as fast as I could. Payday (yesterday) + Saturday = a combination that is no good if you have to go shopping since it means loads, loads and loads of people everywhere, not my cup of tea.

Now I´ve barely got a couple of hours before I´m meeting Lena and getting to the place where we´re having dinner with the rest of the Kompisar Från Förr-posse tonight, which will be really nice. Better move my overweight behind, which I really will start working on diminishing - I don´t like myself fat.

....and another quiz

2006-03-13T22:32:00.000-08:00

Made this quiz that I found at brilliant blog Memoirs of an Escort and the result is as follows

Gucci.
Sophisticated yet sensual, you are cutting-edge. Extremely classy, your attitude can sometimes be described as snobby. However, you are always elegantly outfitted in the latest trend. You are modern and usually serious, but sexual at the same time.

As far as guys are concerned, you tend to go after the rich CEO. Guys love your tough-girl attitude and can't resist your bold charm.

Which fashion designer are you?
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Look what the mom dragged in!

2006-03-12T12:44:00.000-08:00

My mom came back from a holidaytrip to Chile this weekend and brought me this superfunky, blingalicious leopard print bag. Very much Marchesa Casati pets go urban Lil' Kim funky.
I loooove!

Lovely weekend, dinner yesterday was utterly fabulous with great food, great company and the kind of laughs you only can have with people who´ve known you forever. Lovely LR had made the most fabulous tiramisu I´ve ever had, it was total überdeliciousity. Sweetfunky friend SL had brought us garments from a sample sale they had where she works, she´d managed to pick stuff that suited us perfectly. A very, very, lovely and fabulous evening indeed.

Memorable quote of the evening: LR going "han är en norrländsk diva" about this swedish artist with very, very, weird ethnic kind of style participating in the Melodifestivalen.
She also said something about "International Asshole Day", (Rövhålets dag) but I can´t really recall the context, have to ask her.

Hommage to The Woman

2006-03-08T23:39:00.000-08:00

...and God created woman as an utterly smart and glamorous version of Herself.

About this International Womens´Day...I don´t know. What about the remaining 364 days of the year? I totally agree with actor Morgan Freeman - when asked what he thought about African American Heritage Month he answered the interviewer with the following very good question: "Why does my history only get a month and yours the rest of the year?"

Anyhow, a holler out to all the Ladies Who Inspire, keep doing your thang which makes this world a smarter and nicer place to live in, all my respect to ya´; my beloved grandmother for whom I´ll do anything, my überbeautiful and smart friends K and Nikki, Kompisarna från förr: S, LS, LR, J and E - I´ll always, always love you, you are the roots that keep me safe on the ground, Gatas locas for ever!, my friend Francisca in Santiago, my neighbour Deborah in Huntington Beach, my mother for her patience with this untamed daughter of hers, my aunts for always being there, my friend and coach MP, the smart and sparkling Drinkar & Män ladies all connected by Her Fabulousness Herself, great partyfun and shopping buddy Elisabeth, my friend Denise in Quebec, jewelry doyennes Vanja and Amanda for creating exquisite pieces that turn any dull day to a sparkling one, party posse of 2001 consisting of C, and sisters LB&LB (yes, they have the same initials), my sweetest friend and London connection the extremely talented Sara, inspiring writers whom I´ve had the luck to meet; Isabel Allende, Marian Keyes, Maria Ernestam, Åsa Schwarz, artist Amanda Ooms whom I met once and bought a painting of, the one and only Charlotta Flinkenberg, übercreative and stylish geniouses A & B, my ex colleague Banana, the gorgeous and always positive Sabina, Sporty Spice - the girl with tons of neverending energy.......and I could actually go on for hours about all the great and inspiring ladies I have the luck to know. I really hope I haven´t forgotten anyone, may you all live long and prosper!

The no-no style

2006-03-08T20:58:00.000-08:00

Watched some of "My name is Earl" and thanks but no thanks, not my cup of tea nor style, way too much trailer park trash flavour for me.
Although I may be guilty of wearing Juicy tracksuit pants for dinner (it happened once and will hopefully not happen ever again), there is no style I dislike so much as the trailer park suburban trash style. Maybe because it reminds me of the suburb where I grew up.
When I´ve been back visiting my parents I´ve actually run into ex classmates who still wear tracksuit and messy ponytail in a scrunchie. Evolution anyone? And consider the ´burb is like less than 30 minutes away from the big capital.
Gives me the creeps.

Style of the day: The Punk - with a twist of glam

2006-03-08T08:08:00.000-08:00

Exquisite is the word I´d like to describe the utterly glamorous punk creature Siouxie Sioux. A perfect blend of untamed energy and sophisticated beauty. So different but yet so similar to another cool creature: Iggy Pop. (If "Lust for life" doesn´t want you to do a lot of lovelycrazy prohibited stuff, then I don´t know.)

Siouxies cover of the Iggy tune "The Passenger" is, if not brilliant, then almost better than the original. Voices like hers are unfortunately quite rare today. And her attitude is incomparable.

Another inspiration is of course Queen of Punk Vivienne Westwood. Totally enchanting. Do read her manifesto if you visit her site. That lady ain´t never gonna be no tramp.

Envy - in a good way

2006-03-07T20:44:00.000-08:00

Just got text from friend who´s in Torino and will watch Juventus play against Werder Bremen. Do I envy her or what?!!
Madonna, just the thought of watching überhunks Alessandro Del Piero, Fabio Cannavaro and of course king of cool Zlatan Ibrahimovic live makes me green in the face.

Just a thought

2006-03-07T16:15:00.000-08:00

Heard on the radio about kids having serious problems with the swedish language. We´re talking kids of other origins but born here.
Maybe I´ve been lucky, I don´t know, but I seriously don´t get how it can be that hard to learn a language that surrounds you everyday, specially the language of the country where you´r born and raised?

Style of the day: The Eccentric

2006-03-07T09:35:00.000-08:00

I´ve always been in love with the word "eccentric".
Two of its definitions by The Merriam-Webster Online Dictonary are:
1 a : deviating from an established or usual pattern or style
b : deviating from conventional or accepted usage or conduct especially in odd or whimsical ways

Besides the utterly inspiring eccentric personalities of today Anna Piaggi, Isabella Blow and Mr Eccentric himself Salvador Dalí (1904–1989), a huge inspiration is Marchesa Luisa Casati (1881-1957). The picture at the left is of the Marchesa Casati biography which must have the coolest biography title ever. (Besides the bio written by one of Tupacs bodyguards called Got your back)

Now if you can´t have pet cheetahs on diamond studdead leashes as beyond eccentric accessories, you can always wear the print as detail. The important thing here is have the Marchesas´famous words in mind: "I want to be a living work of art". Therefore, think peacock instead of swan, magnific instead of discreet and universe instead of world.

Style of the day: The Pimp

2006-03-06T16:40:00.000-08:00

Call me Mack Master A. Shizzle!

I´ve always had a thing for the pimpstyle! It´s a no-excuses style that really screams "big and bad", but above all - smooth. Even Harvey Keitel is smooth in Taxi Driver, despite the long hair that so not suits him.

Today I was totally pimpinspired, kind of 'urban cowgirl goes pimp' and wore a green polyester shirt with chain and horseshoe print, golden necklace with charms and golden hoops to my JL-jeans.

I also found this fabulous site, Player Appreciate, where you can find out your pimp name, which you of course want in order to be a real superfly.

My name? Mack Master A. Shizzle. Groovyest cat around (and at this moment also sleepiest). And on Pimpdaddy you can find cool suits and you´ll be all set and groovylicious!

Pretty please with sugar on top

2006-03-05T21:27:00.000-08:00

The best days for me are when I can take care of my own business without the interference of another. I guess it´s somekind of a sweet "freedom" after being used to consider another persons needs, etc, for such a long time (12 years. On and off.) and for not being tied to office hours.
And I totally and wholeheartedly enjoy this, taking my time without someone stressing me out or constantly asking me if I did this or that, etc.

What I do not enjoy though, is all that dissin´of my time. It´s like people think that just because I happen to work from my home, I have aaaall the time in the world and can gossip over a latte for hours, come play with their kids, move a lunch date around just because or help them with stuff whenever.
Probably I´m the only one to blame for this, for always taking care of stuff and not setting boundaries. And maybe I should shut up and not whine about this since I´m one of those annoying assholes who´s always and constantly late and diss other peoples time in that way. But guess what, things will have to change.
No more Ms Nice Girl and hopefully no more Ms Late Asshole.
It takes way too much energy.

Bizarre bloody good fun

2006-03-04T09:52:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I went to see this performance, Le Salon by Belgian company Peeping Tom, with my kompisar från förr. (The left part of the picture is from that performance.)

Ever since LR started taking dance classes we´ve been to lots of performances, some really cool and others...a bit hard to understand for someone not too familiar with the world of modern dance. But nonetheless it´s interesting and I really believe in watching stuff outside the regular box.

Le Salon was quite bizarre but cool, the mezzo soprano had a heavenly voice and the dancers moved as they had no bones in their bodies. Três cool!
Afterwards we went to the lobby at Nordic Light Hotel for drinks and shitchatt. LR is leaving for Spain in a couple of weeks, she´ll go to Sevilla and dance flamenco, cannot deny that I´m not slightly envious, in a good way though. Will definitely try to visit her, Spain is lovely.

And so is Great Britain. Have finally booked ticket and am going from thursday-monday and will spend birthday there. Lovely! Will definitely visit the Victoria & Albert Museum to see the Anna Piaggi exhibition Fashion-ology and also shop, visit family and aquaintances and just enjoy the city. Last time I was there it was for a day and I missed the plane back due to delay in the tube so I had to stay another night anyway. Ah well, this time I´ll try not to and be at the airport in time to shop - Heathrow has some great shops, I love!

I remember that night 20 years ago

2006-02-27T22:43:00.000-08:00

I was...11, going for 12. My parents had just said good night, they were back from a party and as always, I was awake until they came home. And as always I was listening at the radio, as I´ve done since I was a toddler. (I don´t like total silence you see, it freaks me out)
Suddenly the music was interrupted and a shaky voice announced that the Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme had been shot.
I froze and listened. Then I got up and told my parents. They thought I was joking and turned the radio on. And there the news was again. It was real, it had happened where you´d never thought something like that could.

Seven years later I was in the US in the fall. 30 years had past since JFK had been shot and I heard all kinds of stories, describing what I felt 20 years ago. Fear, shock, anger.
This year it´ll also be 3 years since they showed up again, when Swedish Minister of Foreing Affairs Anna Lindh was killed.

It´s a mad world out there. And it´s weird how those crystal clear moments scar your whole being, those moments when the world seem to spin the wrong way around, like a confused marble out of orbit.

Boring old fart, gold and attention issue

2006-02-26T23:50:00.000-08:00

Feel like I´ve becomed boring old fart for not blogging. And it´s such a lame excuse - but the truth, however boring it may be, is that I´ve been working my ass off and when not, I´ve been sleeping.
I love my job, I totally love all the stuff I have the opportunity to do, but it also takes lots of energy. And since I´m on the phone, at the photographer, meeting people and attending at presentations most of the time of day, I do almost all work in the evenings. Which results in getting to bed in the wee hours and then up early.
But I shall not whine about it because I love it.

This Sunday was a bliss, actually it seems like there might be something called spring around the corner. And a nice trip too, maybe...
Coolest thing of today was the Swedish victory in the Olympics hockey final - äääntligen!!!
´02 it was a scandal, not good at all. But now the vikings showed what they´re made of.
Hopefully the Swedish football (that´s soccer for you over there across the Atlantic) team will work miracles at this years championship in Germany.

Now if you´ll excuse me I have to catch some beauty sleep, can´t really look like a tired old fart ass if I´m supposed to be a beauty reporter, can I?

I´ll end this post with some gossip: Got slightly tipsy at friends place this friday (man, you should see the girls place, it´s STUNNING! Totally stylish!) and got the very bright idea of texting Mr Norway. Stooopid thing to do. Am such an attention whore.
Anyhow, it was a very cool text, just wondering wassup. And actually he called me yesterday but I missed his call since I was sleeping very, very heavily. And he didn´t leave a message. Well, whatever, it´s not like I´m dying to see him, guess I´m only in it for the playing around attention thing.

True

2006-02-18T11:36:00.000-08:00

Don´t you just love this?! It´s like soooo true for all the sexes, but the last sentence, haha.

Superlovely list

2006-02-16T23:21:00.000-08:00

This blog has been far too gloomy, time to live it up a bit with a nice list. Found it on Annas blogg feat. Mel E, here goes - in swedish though, sorry:
KLÄDER
1. Vad använder du just nu för jacka? En svart fuskpäls som jag vintagefyndade 2003.
2. Vad använder du just nu för skor? Stövlar från Vagabond, Fornarina, etc.
3. Favoritfärg på kläder? Svart.
4. Favoritmaterial på kläder? Naturmaterial, helt klart.
5. Vilka kläder skulle du vilja ha just nu? Luellas kollektion för Target.
6. Favoritaffärer? Hehehe....
7. Favoritmärke? Dolce & Gabbana.
GREJER
1. Vad har du för:
2. Plånbok? En orange sak i skinn, köpt på marknaden i Ventimiglia.
3. Smycken? Idag: halsband från Vanja, D&G-klocka, örhängen från Zanzlöza, silverring köpt på Camdenmarknaden.
4. Solglasögon? Ett par vintagefynd.
5. Nagellack? Frostigt rosa.
6. Mp3? En rosa Creative Zen Micro.
7. Mobil? Nokia 7260 i svart.
BLANDAT
1. Vad har du i din:
a) Jackficka just nu? Inget.
b) Handväska eller liknande just nu? Kalender, massa pennor, anteckningsböcker, plånbok, tre läppglans, tuggummi, ögondroppar.
2. Vad är du beroende av? Glossies.
3. Vilken sorts lipsyl använder du? Carmex.
4. Vad tror du på? Karma.
5. Vad köpte du senast? En vidrigt snygg tidskriftsamlare.
6. Har du nåt husdjur? Nej, men jag funderar på att skaffa en katt!
7. Vad bor du i? Hyresrättetta.

Weltschmerz

2006-02-12T12:50:00.000-08:00

Just read this DN-article about the experiences of Roméo Dallaire, a UN-general in Rwanda during the genocide. Made med feel even more sick, like - here I am in my privileged little bubble whining about shit like having a hangover or loads of work to finish, when stuff like this is actually happening in the world without bigger forces trying to end it.

The following sentence also made me remember yesterday: "För Roméo Dallaire blev det ytterligare ett tecken på att vi lever i en rasistisk värld - även om rasismen ofta är undermedveten."
You tell me.

Sickening

2006-02-11T23:22:00.000-08:00

Man, what a dramatic evening....!
Am such good friend I had totally forgotten about my friend T´s party tonight. Suddenly he called and wondered when I was going to show up and reminded me that I had r.s.v.p´d him that I would. Damn...there I was in tracksuit, working and looking forward to an efficient and calm evening. The complete schlagerextravaganza earlier this week had the best and worse of me and I felt like the alcoholconsumption of that evening was enough to last for the rest of this month at least.

But you don´t just diss a friends party. Specially not a sweetheart as T is and we hadn´t hung out since fall. We actually dated a couple of times but I got myself out of it, I just didn´t feel like committing to someone else but myself for a while. Anyhow, after a quick shower, closet rummage and make up, I was ready to go. Decided I´d just have mineral water the whole evening and stuck to it, since I wasn´t going to get more work done I wanted to feel fresh on sunday morning.

The party was great until this girl suddenly starts talking to me about immigrants. Don´t know what I´ve been irradiating lately, since a lot of people have addressed questions of this type to me. Well, the girl starts asking me stuff like "Do you know why that people [of a certain origin] always behave like that?" and saying stuff like "No wonder they´re always on Efterlyst". A very nice talk. I just listened to her going on with her racist comments soooo obviously trying to provoke me.

Good thing I didn´t have a drink, otherwise she´d probably had a close up of my ringclad uppercut. This time I held my calm, probably because I was so tired I just didn´t have any energy to waste on such a total asshole. When I had enough of her crap I recalled one of my favourite movie quotes ever (many thanks to Brian de Palma & Al Pacino) and to my astonishment I managed to deliver it perfectly!
With a smile I graciously asked her: "You know what? Why don´t you stick your head up your ass and see if it fits?".

I then walked out of the room, thanked T for a nice party and called a cab. T got upset and wanted to know why I was leaving. My answer before I left? "Ask your sweet friend with the blue dress". Total poised dramaqueen. When I was in the cab on my way home he called. Obviously someone had told the stupid asshole in the blue dress that T and I had dated and she had gotten all jealous and acted out on me. When T asked her whattef ' had happened, she´d asked him right up front why he´d dated an "immigrant slut" like me. He had asked her to leave right then and there.

Well, at least I got home in time to curl up in tracksuit and watch Ice-T in Law & Order Special Units. And to get this sickening episode out of my system.

Juanes to the people

2006-02-11T16:02:00.000-08:00

While getting my daily dosis of my favourite blog ever, I read that she (?!) also likes Juanes, what a coincidence! I guess great minds think alike or it might be as simple as the world is now ready for the next big colombian thing.

And for you (english, swedish or other languages that pronounce J like Y) his name is pronounced "Huanes".
And he is very, very, cute.

Back on bookreviewer track

2006-02-10T16:43:00.000-08:00

Lovely! I will be reviewing books again. Have actually missed it a bit but have been quite busy with other stuff to do, but it´ll be great to be back on track and up to date with what´s cooking in the wonderful world of books.

Meet the vampiress

2006-02-09T23:41:00.000-08:00

Saw myself in the mirror, wasn´t that suprised really but nonetheless I freaked a bit:
Pale, dark circles under the eyes and that somewhat crazed vampyre look that Christopher Lee does so well when playing Dracula. I should really try to get some serious sleep. Or maybe it´s not sleep I need but some red liquid.

Killing me and not softly

2006-02-09T11:32:00.000-08:00

Am so hungover I´d gladly cut my head off and chop it in tiny pieces. Just discussed with x that I should know by now, I mean, I´m not 18 anymore, nor 20 or 25. Guess I just have to face the fact that I´m an old fartass with a habit. Who wakes up and finds that obviously it barfed in the sink sometime in the wee hours. Bloody good fun yesterday though, and now isn´t that what it´s all about, folks?!
Now if you excuse me, I think I have to puke again.

Style dictators de luxe

2006-02-07T22:33:00.000-08:00

People, specially girls, have been blogging about style forever. It´s like everybody´s doing it. And so I´ve succumbed to peer pressure and joined the masses.
But not alone.
Together with my fabulously creative genious of a friend Be, who is a genuine creative catalyst, we´ll write about style and other stuff at Stildiktaturen de Luxe. It´s in Swedish though, which will be great good fun to write in.

Very proud daughter

2006-02-07T22:25:00.000-08:00

My father was on TV - again!
When Eagle Eye Cherry, one of the hosts of the Grammisgala was to be announced, there were comments from a lot of people saying something about him, among them my dad! Really, really cool, I was sooo proud.
And relieved that he didn´t have to say something about Håkan Hellström or similar.

Boy, oh boy!

2006-02-05T12:53:00.000-08:00

Got the sweetest text yesterday before heading out for brunch and socializing: "You´ve got a new friend named Lukas, his weight is three kg and he is 49 cm"
It´s a boy! And I´m really, really happy for my friends and their family!

Homies + cava = brilliant

2006-02-04T10:50:00.000-08:00

Hanging out with kompisar från förr is always great good fun! Add to that nice food and cava and the result is brilliant. Didn´t have the energy to party afterwards though, so they dropped me of on the way downtown. Normally I´d walk home but yesterday there had been warnings about a raper in the hood, which led to us texting and phoning everyone to make sure all got home safe. Made me quite mad though, why should we have to fear shit like that, in our neighbourhood or anywhere?

During dinner of course we reminisced a lot of shit that happened when we grew up, good, bad and very entertaining shit. And some sad shit too when thinking of people that isn´t anymore. When it all comes around, it´s just like the song - or the other way around, the song is just like life morelike: "....några lyckas, några dör"

Despite of that I´m really glad we grew up in an overall quite nice suburb close to the city and not in a godforgiven small place where people know your every move and are dangerously familiarly linked to eachother. Although this city is quite small for being a capital, it´s big enough to be somehow anonymous.

Don´t ever want to be without your music Ms Blige!

2006-02-03T15:33:00.000-08:00

Have been listening to The Breakthrough on and on and on and on today (again) and I´ll be damned! I never get tired of it.

My icon since first time I heard totally brilliant Real Love, just gets better, better and better.

All my respect to you Ms Blige, you´re greatest by far, musicwise, stylewise, divawise, everything!

Show offs

2006-02-02T16:04:00.000-08:00

My father and I have this kind of silent competition about who´s most exposed in the media. And I have to admit that he´s winning, by far. Not that I don´t think it´s cool that people find him interesting, the thing is I just don´t like to lose. I know, I´m terrible!

Now my dad´s been filmed by Tv4 (again!) for something related to the Swedish Grammys: Grammisgalan. The only Grammy event I watch is the Latino Grammy Award show, but this tuesday I´ll definitely watch to see if my fathers bright smile appears.

Quitapena

2006-02-02T12:09:00.000-08:00

That´s spanish for "take away the grief" and is something you do when somebody dies. Usually after the funeral you have something to drink and remember the one that´s no longer there.

A couple of weeks ago I got the sad news that a friends mother had passed away and that was the reason of yesterdays Quitapena. I suggested it, since I felt I really wanted to see my friend and her husband and just hang out and talk. Two other friends also joined us, and also friends to the family. Very nice evening despite the sad reason for it.

I got home in the small hours and got the brilliant idea of calling my grandmother. So I did and we talked for a couple of hours, as always. I miss my grandmother, I really have to get my act together and visit her soon. Sometimes I really, really hate the fact that I´m living so far away from her that I just can´t go visit over the weekend or similiar.

Today I feel like I´ve been smashed against a wall or something. Not good. Am trying to sober up, guess I´m allowed to have a deli pizza for lunch today, yeeey!

Scandalous

2006-01-30T14:39:00.000-08:00

Read Malin got it going on in the Big Brother house! And that she and the guy actually are the fastest ones to get busy in the history of the reality show.
Didn´t I tell you she was going to shake it and stir it?!

You go girls!

2006-01-29T00:52:00.000-08:00

Malin will enter the Big Brother house

This evening a new season of reality show Big Brother Sweden/Norway starts and who´s in it if not cool and totally adorable make up artist Malin!
(picture from Kanal 5)

Have never been a fan of Big Brother but I´m really looking forward to follow Malins whereabouts in the house. Got the sweetest text from her the other day before she was getting in.
Good luck girl, just go, shake it and stir it!

Sex & the Sporty Spice
Tomorrow fellow blogger and inspiration Sporty Spice will appear as columnist in this countrys´ biggest morning paper! Now how cool isn´t that?!
Am looking forward to read about her escapades between her working out sessions.

A year, a day

2006-01-28T16:05:00.000-08:00

Happy birthday to my blog!

Today it´s been a year and a day since I started blogging.
Am quite pleased with self for that.

It´s official - my pants hate me

2006-01-27T08:28:00.000-08:00

Today the zipper on my JL-jeans broke. And I was at work getting ready to go to NK, take some pictures and then meet cousin M at the champagnebar. With a fucked up zipper.
Great.
Felt like screaming the old PSB-song out loud: what have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?!
Probably some unmentionable pant drama. Pant kharma is coming out to get me. Guess I´d be better off in skirts.

Now am going to watch dance reality show Let´s dance and then totally crash.

Moleskine or my Hemingway-ean complex

2006-01-26T23:01:00.000-08:00

I´ve always had a fascination for Hemingway. Always. Can´t recall when it started but I was still a kid when I read For whom the bells toll and got blown away.
I guess it was this thing about this gringo being so macho and doing all that cool stuff; bullfighting, lionhunting, participating in real war, etc.

So I just couldn´t help myself when I saw this beautiful, sleek Moleskine notebook at NK. I just had to have it. Now I have another thing in common with one of my icons, besides our love for sugarcane spirits.

Additional text

2006-01-26T15:24:00.000-08:00

Text from X today:
"I really meant what I said yesterday. You look great all over."

Keep it coming.
Vain, me? Naaaah.

A perfect...lie

2006-01-26T00:52:00.000-08:00

Conversation with ex:
G: Be honest, you´ve known me forever - do I look sliten and old?
X: Not at all. You must be the one person I know who is the least, if not at all, affected by age.

Four is a magic number

2006-01-24T21:52:00.000-08:00

Inspired by the one and only NB.

Four jobs you have had in your life:
1. Telephone girl, like Girl 6 but not a sex thing.
2. Office receptionist
3. Web editor
4. Book reviewer

Four movies you could watch over and over:
1. The Godfather Suite
2. Scarface
3. Goodfellas
4. Casino

Four places you have lived:
1. Genua
2. Huntington Beach
3. Santiago
4. Valparaiso

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Prison Break
2. CSI
3. Scrubs
4. Eve

Four places you have been on vacation:
1. Hurghada
2. Calvi
3. Puerto Plata
4. Dublin

Four websites you visit daily:
1. Emol
2. Aftonbladet
3. Shortcut
4. Draksessan

Four of your favorite foods:
1. seafood
2. anything my dad cooks
3. asado
4. cheese

Four places you would rather be right now:
1. Milano
2. Barcelona
3. Valparaiso
4. Copenhagen

Miss Gonzalita, tell me what you don´t like about yourself?

2006-01-24T00:20:00.000-08:00

- Today? Well... I´d like to have a cooler chin, heart shaped face, a bigger butt and some liposuction - but most of all I totally dislike my incurable time optimism, the shit must be chronic. Is it possible to do anything about it?

As I´d say in Swedish: jäääääälp!

Undecent exposure or how to partyproof your pants

2006-01-22T17:08:00.000-08:00

Yesterday when getting into the cab when going to uncle P for cousin M´s byebyeparty, MY PANTS RIPPED!!!

I just sat there and could not believe what had just happened, but the fact was that the garment had ripped all the way leaving a neat hole exposing my behind. And of course I wasn´t wearing briefs but the underwear that Sisqo sings about. Bummer. I could not stop laughing and had to tell my parents and the driver that we couldn´t go yet because an incident had happened and that I needed to go back and hide my back!

I laughed my arse off (literally) all the way to my parents apartment, just couldn´t believe it. Luckily it happened there and then and not when arriving at the party or at another place.

I checked my pants afterwards - satin pants from Day, f/w 2003 - and the seams actually were quite worn out. I love those pants and used them a lot when working at stiff place where the dresscode didn´t include jeans.

From now on, I´ll be extra careful and examine my pants before going out. Even though it made us all laugh a lot through the evening and considering I might sometimes be a show off - it´s just not my thing to show certain parts of myself in that way, hahaha.

80´s moment

2006-01-21T14:31:00.000-08:00

Yesterday my cousin throwed a great bash celebrating his 35th-birthday and today I woke up feeling like five kinds of shit. I should really considering stop the party smoking stuff, specially if I drink wine. Or maybe I should cut the wine and just stick to the spirits.

Musicwise it was a trip back to the 80´s, superfab!
And that was what made me recall that old Pet Shop Boys-song that Eight Wonder had a huge hit with, finding the lyrics and create a post of it when I finally hit my home sometime around 3 am.
I loooove that track! Both versions are great and I recall how much I liked the video with Patsy Kensit looking every part like an urban goddess and men in trenchcoats and sunglasses getting around in London.

I´m not scared

2006-01-21T03:03:00.000-08:00

Take these dogs away from me!
(Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah, Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)(Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah, Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)(Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah, Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)(Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah, Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)

Your life's a mystery, mine is an open book
If I could read your mind, I think I'd take a look
I'm not scared Baby,
I don't care
What have you got to hide? What do you need to prove?
You're always telling lies, and that's the only truth
I don't careB aby,
I'm not scared
Tonight the streets are full of actors
I don't know why
Oh, take these dogs away from me
Before they, they bite
What have you got to say of shadows in the past?
I thought that, if you paid, you'd keep them off our backs
Where do we have to be, so I can laugh and you'll be free? I'd go anywhere
Baby,
I don't careI'm not scared
(Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah, Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)(Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah) I'm not scared (Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)
Tonight the streets are full of actors
I don't know why
Oh, debarasse-moi de ces chiens
Avant qu'ils mordent
Avant qu'ils mordent
Tonight I fought and made my mind up
I know it's right
I know these dogs still snap around me
But I can,
I can fight
If I was you, if I was you
I wouldn't treat me the way you do
If I was you, if I was you
I wouldn't treat me the way you do - you
If I was you, if I was you
I wouldn't treat me the way you do
If I was you, if I was you
I wouldn't treat me the way you do - you(Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)
I'm not scared (Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)(Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah) Baby, I don't care (Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)(Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)
I'd go anywhere (Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah) (Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)
Baby, I'm not scared (Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)
J'ai pas peurJ'ai pas peur(Ah Ah Ah Ah - Ah Aah Aah)
I'm not scared

(Lyrics from http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/petshopboys/imnotscared.html)

Raging Gonzagirl

2006-01-19T21:44:00.000-08:00

Today was one of those bright and clear days from hell. You know when stuff can only go wrong, no other options available. One of those days you tackle with a stiff smile while silently screaming to the world to go fuck itself.
In other words, just another lovely day.

And that´s exactly why I´m gonna end it with one of my favourite movies ever, I´m specially into it when I´m pissed off.
Raging Bull. A total KO.

Have a good evening, world. Your favourite southpaw´ll be back tomorrow.
Bigger. Badder. Deffer. Call me Gonza LaMotta.

Violently happy

2006-01-18T00:10:00.000-08:00

* My new computer is delivered today
* I´ll hang out with my lil'brother whom I haven´t seen for a while
* Got great help from fabulous friend with resolving tricky jobmatter
* Am not hungover
* Am still feeling quite good after divine spa treatments yesterday
* Had great evening kicking back with some of the Drinkar & Män-posse. Sofia was in town for business reasons - she interviewed no other than His Royal Highness The Swedish King Carl XVI Gustaf. Soooo cool!
* Will be having drink with stylish blogbuddies/vixens this evening

Salud!!!

2006-01-15T23:21:00.000-08:00

What better than to make a toast with Pisco Sour!

Although it´s also claimed by the Peruvians to be theirs, I just say por favor - we´re all latinos (meaning chilenos y peruanos) and why fight about a great cocktail when you can enjoy it!!!!

Couldn´t find a good picture of how it should be served though, which is in a cocktail glass.

I do like the Mohai in the picture, the stone statue from the Isla de Pascua and I looooooove the Cordillera at the back.

That´s something I miss from Santiago, to be able to see the Cordillera, so majestic, so beautiful.

And from grandmothers balcony, the impressing view of the Oceano Pacifico.
Guess someone should really get her act together and plan a trip soon!

...and the winner is MICHELLE BACHELET!!!

2006-01-15T22:59:00.000-08:00

CONGRATULATIONS!!! I am extremely proud of the chilenos that voted for her, leading to the country having its first female president! Now how cool isn´t that?! A catholic country, dominated by men for aaaaaaaages, that made divorce legal just last year, now with a woman as Commander in Chief, yeeeeey!

I wish Michelle Bachelet the best in leading the the most dramatically beautiful country at the end of the world. Suerte!!!

In the picture above Michelle Bachelet stands with President Ricardo Lagos, whom she will succeed and whom I had the great opportunity to meet in person when he visited in June 2005. Hope I get to meet Michelle Bachelet too one day, that would really be something!

(The picture is from Bachelet Presidente)

Mind your own business

2006-01-15T20:27:00.000-08:00

This weekend I just had it with a friend. She´s been great and quite a support during rough times, but that doesn´t compensate the fact that she´s a terrible person when it comes to minding her own business. It´s like she´s got a weird idea that I somehow n-e-e-d her to tell me how, when, what and why I should do stuff and that she can just go on and interfere with my whereabouts.
Yeah, you heard me.
So I told her to get off my back and have a nice life. I already have a mother, thank you and the last thing I need is somebody breaking the cojones I don´t have. So so long, adios, adjö.

There are reasons why people say "curiosity killed the cat".

Bachelet vs. Piñeira

2006-01-15T20:16:00.000-08:00

Just read on El Mercurio Online that the counting of the votes just started. Very, very, exciting! The fact that my native country has the opportunity to have a WOMAN for president is really cool, specially considering it to be a catholic, quite conservative country, ruled by a male oligarchy for hundreds of years.
(The picture is from
El Mercurio Online)

I wish "La Bache" lots of luck, you just go girl!

That citizen of the world thing

2006-01-10T22:56:00.000-08:00

In the Sex & the City episode "The power of Female sex", the character Amalita Amalfi says to Carrie "I´m a citizen of the world".
I thought about this the other day at a party while discussing what "being international" meant.
The ones of us discussing were all of different ethnic backgrounds, which made the conversation very interesting. For some "being international" was the equivalent of travelling a lot. For others it was knowing more than two languages. Some thought of it as a no frontiers thing. And others thought that you could not be an "international person" unless you could claim at least two different ethnic heritages.
Really, really interesting definitions. Love discussions like that because they get me to question my own thoughts and beliefs.

And what do Me, Myself and I thing about that? Well. I´m a legal alien. Or maybe I´ll just quote signorina Amalfi again: "I´m an International Party girl".
No more, no less.

Blogalicious!

2006-01-09T22:12:00.000-08:00

For all my badass groovylicious homies (ya´all know who you are) check this out and enjoy!

....and the tests go on...

2006-01-09T20:39:00.000-08:00

Why am I not surprised?! I looove fall. My favourite season by far.

You Are Fall!

Thoughtful
Expressive
Creative
Poetic
Smart

What Season Are You?

Now this ain´t no surprise to me either....meeeeooooow...

You Are Catwoman

"Life's a bitch. Now so am I."

What Superheroine Are You?

But this is a bit scary! Specially since people have told me I do resemble the girl! Although I´m definitely not as skinny as she is and definitely don´t plan to be either.

Your Celebrity Style Twin is Nicole Richie

The perfect blend of uptown and downtown.

Who's Your Celebrity Style Twin?

Working kitten

2006-01-09T20:30:00.000-08:00

Feel a bit like the kitten on the picture - like being swallowed by a laptop. Am getting a new computer and I´ve been looking around for one that will suit me and my demands. Felt like a complete bimbo for a while but managed to get a grip and I actually think I might have found a new accessory. And a cool bag to go with it, yeeeey!

Otherwise, it´s been quite a good monday so far, have got a lot of work done and organized stuff I have to take care of tomorrow.

Now isn´t the picture (from Cute Overload) just totally adorable?! Felines are by far my favourite animals, they´re lean and mean (besides Garfield, that is) and do as they please. And they can be very cute and charming but do them wrong and they´ll show you a sharp claw.

The rest of the best of 2005

2006-01-08T21:21:00.000-08:00

Found a great list for this at Cholitas' blog, here goes:

The very best thing that happened during 2005:
Easy, that must be quitting very boring job and the fact that I dared try going for being my own boss. And that my fathers recovery after the fire was quick and positive.

The very worse thing that happened:
The fire in Chile.

The most weird thing:
Blogging leading to getting in touch with Nikki again!

The most fortunate thing:
Getting new job opportunities because of friends believing in me.

The most fun thing:
I´m my own boss, yeah!

The best thing I bought:
Must be the Marc by Marc Jacobs bag. We are inseparable and I fall in love with it everyday.

The best party:
Now this is tricky, how could I only chose one party since there were lots of great parties last year; surprise birthday party for Bridexena, Oriental party at Claudias, Midsummer party with big, fat, Gonzofamily, the Drinkar & Män-party at HKC, Charlotta & Pachi wedding party , etc, etc.

The best trip:
Didn´t get around too much last year, but the trip to Gothenburg for hang out with great friends was absolutely fabulous!

The best gift:
Another tricky one. But I have to choose the Goodfellas special edition dvd I got for Christmas. Or maybe the Nanso dress my parents gave me. Or maybe the hilarious "Mr Perfect" puppet that the Sparkling Sunshine brought me from one of her trips to the US. Or the überlovely scented candles Her Fabulousness Herself got me for my birthday.
(Actually just realized I got scented Voluspa candles + sleeping mask for her this Christmas, damn, had totally forgotten about my birthday gift...but you can´t have too many glamorous scented candles in the dark, winter season, can you?)

GWA

2006-01-05T12:52:00.000-08:00

Gonzalita
With
Attitude

Inspired by NWA, SWV and BWV of course. Or was BWV actually BWA? Hm.

Maybe dra till Malmö?

2006-01-05T10:59:00.000-08:00

Just talked with the most helpful and sweet lady in Malmö, owner of a beauty shop. And what can I say - I´m totally into skånska. The kind that you do understand though, hehe.
It´s been a long time since I visited Malmö, can´t really recall when the last time was. Maybe I should go, after all, if by any chance I´d get bored, Copenhagen is close.

I like to put my heels on the concrete - not in the dirt

2006-01-05T08:57:00.000-08:00

You are a City Girl!

Whether you live in the city or not, you've got the heart of a city girl.
You're up on the latest trends - what's hot in music, food, and fashion.
And you love to be on the go. Your perfect day is filled with tons of fun.
Your perfect guy is a city guy, so head to LA, NYC, Sydney, or London to find him!

What Kind of Girl Are You?

In with the new, out with the old

2006-01-04T08:42:00.000-08:00

Getting ready for New Years´ Eve can take quite a while, you don´t want to meet and greet the New Year at your worst, that´s why I had to stop my Best of 2005. But it´s to be continued.
The evening was really nice, with dinner at K´s and more champagne and bootieshaking at Berns. Missed Darling Nikki, though, hopefully she can come to the 08-area soon for some catch up and good times.

These days have totally been about work and getting loads of old stuff out. It feels like I´ve been throwing away tons of garbage. Lovely! It wasn´t too easy to empty the closet and get rid of garments I no longer want. Managed to fill two bags. Am very proud!

Looking around in the Blogworld, fellow bloggers Kicki (Her Fabulousness Herself) and Ninni also seem to have been in the mood for clearing out stuff, I laughed in a "do I recognize myself or what" at Kickis description of how you start with it and then get caught up in something else and then suddenly your home looks like a disaster. And I can imagine Ninni reading that Feng Shui-book, going "this is bollocks, I´m not doing that" at the incense ceremony-part and being highly effective.

Best of 2005

2005-12-31T12:26:00.000-08:00

Music:
- Hate it or Love it, both Games ´original version and Mary J.Bliges brilliant MJB da MVP
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
- Det löser sig, Timbuktu, Chords & Supreme
- Talk, Coldplay
- Speed of Sound, Coldplay
- Efter midnatt, Paragon
Det är så det ligger till när solen har trillat ner
Och månen kommit upp över ditt kvarter
- Everything signed John Legend and/or Kanye West
- The breakthrough, Mary J. Blige
- A time to love, Stevie Wonder

Sports:
- Zlatan
- Zlatan
- Zlatan
- Henke Larsson

Damn, it´s already 12.26, got to get started, will complete best of during the day!