Hello everybody! How's summer going? :)
Well, this journal was actually created to tell you some things.
First of all, I'd like you to know about my youtube channel! You can find it here: http://www.youtube.com/user/CristinaOphotography
Here, I'll talk about photography, retouching, make-up.. that kind of stuff! So, any questions, ask!
I'm sorry to say this, but it'll be mostly in Spanish, since it's my native language! But I'll either translate them or make some english videos for you to be able to understand.
Moving to the next thing,
I'm collecting points for a new drawing contest. So, if you were kind enough to donate (in my front page you'll see the donation pool), I'll be able to do it. I'm also planning to make photography, literature, and digital contests, so anyone can try :)
Next month I believe (august), I'll be featured in a digital magazine with a series I did for it. They are self-portraits but this time collaborating with the amazing Anillarte. They make outstanding, gorgeous jewelry! You can find them here to see what I'm talking about ;) (http://www.anillarte.com/). I'm really excited about this! It was a great experience and heck, a lot of fun! I might upload some of the photos here when I'm allowed to do so. >.<
Tomorrow I have a shooting with Jhon Vazquez, an Spanish actor. It'll be fun I'm sure!
I've got nothing else to say. I guess that's all :3
Oh yes, I've watched the second part of Harry Potter 7 and was amazingg!! Wow, I'm so sad it's finished T.T...
Hope you're all doing well!
Beauty, what is that?
Beautiful, what does it mean?
Is it a law, a dream?
I find myself wondering the answer for these questions, without coming to a firm conclusion.
Beauty. It's so powerful, yet thought to be delicate. I feel caged, like a slave without freedom. Just because of a word. Just one word. Why?
Perfect. Ethereal. Gorgeous.
Where I live beauty means having blue, green eyes and light hair. Being tall, thin.
Why am I, having brown eyes and dark hair, not beautiful?
Why am I, being fat and short, not beautiful?
Even myself I can't deny the attraction of the word. How soft, how taunting it sounds, looks, smells, feels like
Like a world of madness, full of liars, of pain, of sorrow. Why do we have to suffer to be beautiful
? I want to be real, to be me. To be normal, to be fierce.
Why does the world tell me if I'm beautiful or not?
Why do I have to be miserable while magazines show me perfection?
Why should I be perfect?
Perfection is boring. Boredom means not interesting. I want to be interesting, I want
to be imperfect then!
I love my widely-spaced front teeth.
I love my brown eyes, my brown hair.
I love my big forehead.
I won't lie, I wish I was taller though.
Beauty is nothing and everything.
Beauty is happiness, sadness.
Beauty is life, memories.
Beauty is a tear, a smile.
Beauty is a storm, an ocean.
Beauty is music, silence.
Beauty is art.
Beauty is strange, unique
Beauty is blue, green, orange, brown, blakc, white, beige, pink, red, violet, gold, silver, amber.
Big, small, short, tall, thin, giant.
Rough, soft, sharp, tender, scratchy.
But the most important meaning of being beautiful, is being true to yourself.
"sick of beauty."