Children of the Revolution

English below

Les escribo desde Barcelona, escapé de los 3 grados de la PRIMAVERA ALEMANA y me vine unos días a visitar familia, lugares y amigos. El Domingo cumplo 30 y lo festejo acá, luego inmediatamente parto hacia Palermo y Taormina, en Sicilia, por que si voy a pasar 4 días llorando por que estoy vieja, que no se note.

La semana pasada fue la Fashion Revolution Week, la semana que busca concientizar acerca de la injusticia y las malas condiciones laborales en la industria de la moda. Yo ya había visto el documental The True Cost, que si no lo vieron lo recomiendo, y esto me había impactado mucho. Sobre todo por que durante mis primeras vacaciones en Europa, y los primeros meses que viví acá, cada vez que entraba a un H&M lo desvalijaba. Ahora, intento comprar con más conciencia pero me cuesta, soy compulsiva y tengo que pensarlo dos veces.

Escribí un artículo para REGIA MAG que explica bien todo esto, entonces no vale la pena repetir, los invito a visitarlo, aquí. 

El domingo entonces, fuimos con Sofía al 25HS Hotel, uno de mis rincones de Berlin favoritos, a participar de un clothes swap party (intercambio de ropa). Básicamente, llevas ropa que no usás y la cambias por unos “billetes” tipo Monopoly, e ingresabas a un lounge donde otra gente también había llevado su ropa, y elegías. Me divirtió mucho la idea de llevar piezas de Argentina, así la gente que se las quedaba se preguntaba de donde venían esas marcas, ya que por supuesto, para Berlin no son conocidas. Después nos cansamos y nos fuimos a comer torta por que intercambiar ropa agota.

Les dejo unas fotos que saqué, y me voy por ahí a pasear, en estos días voy a publicar diario de viaje, si es que sobrevivo el cambio de década.

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I am writing this post from Barcelona, as I have escaped from the 3 degrees celsius of the German Spring and flew here to visit family, favorite spots and friends. On Sunday I finally turn the feared 3-0 and will flee immediately to Palermo and Taormina, in Sicily, because if I am going to spend 4 days crying because I feel old, I better not be seen nor heard.

Last week was the one of the Fashion Revolution Week, a movement that aims to inform people about the injustice and bad working conditions in the fashion industry. I had already watched the documentary The True Cost, which by the way, if you haven’t seen it, I thoroughly recommend and it had impacted me substantially: during my first months in Europe, every time I got into an H&M I practically emptied it out. Now I try to buy more consciously and better quality. The conscious part is what’s harder to me as I am pretty compulsive, but hey, at least I try.

 

On Sunday I went with my friend Sofia to the 25hs hotel, one of my favorite spots in Berlin to participate of a clothes swap party. I gave the clothes I wanted to swap and the organizers gave me some monopoly-like bank notes, then you entered a lounge where other people had taken their clothes as well, and you chose. I wanted to bring some pieces from Argentina, so the people that got them then wondered where they truly came from, as the brands are not well-known here in Europe. Then came the time of customizing, and Therapy (which I have written about before in the blog) helped you give a personal touch to your new wardrobe incorporations, and you could also stamp the WHO MADE MY CLOTHES slogan on them. Later we got very tired and had to have some cake, cause swapping makes you hungry.

Here are some photos I took, and now its time for me to go for a walk. In these days I’ll publish a travel diary, if I manage to survive my transition of decades.

 

 

noshamejane

No shame in my game.

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