Clarabella Speaks.

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves" - Shakespeare

Sunday, 26 January 2014

"I look like such an idiot, but I don't even care".

So today was my first ever photo shoot with a model who actually wanted to be photographed. Most people hate me and turn their face away because even though they know they look fab, they have to do that "oh-I'm-so-ugly" false modesty thing (here's looking at you family and friends). Owen and I had been asked to shoot some street-style photos for an article on meggings (I like to think of this as my first photography gig so thanks Lindsay Macnaughton!), but you will notice that we got a little carried away and just went for a full blown photo shoot. We got a lot of funny looks (you'll understand why when you see the photos), but we had too much fun to care. We're expecting Karl Lagerfeld on the phone any minute to book us both for the next campaign - you saw it here first.

Also, Clarabellaspeaks hit 10000 views last week. Admittedly it took 3 years to get there but huge gracias to any and all of you who read. Here's to the next 10000 (hint hint).

Un beso enorme guapos.

Sunday, 19 January 2014

Recuerdos Granainos.

Tonight's post is not a distraction, but a reward FOR FINISHING MY ESSAY. Okay so that's a lie I'm still only 3/10 of the way there but every little counts.

I seem to spend most of my supposed working time daydreaming and concocting plans for my future escape to Spain, so this photo's a little trip down memory lane, to Granada (where else?).

For those of you wondering, the writing on the wall says "Te Quiero Bicho". I'm assuming bicho also has some sort of affectionate meaning because "I love you, you insect" doesn't really have much of a romantic ring to it.  Let them never say that a languages degree is easy.

P.S Please note the new apparition of Google translate to the right-hand side of this post. I promise you it is a lot of fun reading their translation of my sarcasm.

Un besote amigos.

Thursday, 16 January 2014


Still got 2000 words to go and it is not looking good for my brain. After a 3 hour break followed by a 2 hour nap (my eyes refused to cooperate with the screen - it's not my fault) I still didn't feel ready to read about justice and revenge in El Poema del Mio Cid so I turned to my camera. Sticking with the 'a photo that describes my mood' thing and this one is, well, perfect yet again.

This one's for all da homiez (aka students) out there feeling the same.


Wednesday, 8 January 2014

It literally isn’t me, it’s them.

New year, new essay deadlines, so I'm writing a new post instead. The other day I came across a fab article by blogger/traveller and all round girl-whose-life-I'd-like-to-steal Vanessa from Wander Onwards, and I felt like I'd hit gold and simply had to post about it.

To add to this, in a recent conversation with friends it was decided that we should all blog an X (insert appropriate noun here) a day. My X was photo. None of us have done it yet so I thought I'd get it going. I suggested (without thinking in the excitement of the moment) that I should post a photo that described how I was feeling that day. That idea was quickly shot down (and rightly so) for being a little too 15-year-old-emo-ish. Nonetheless today will be an exception because well, it's my blog and I can do what I want. Here is my favourite quote from that article and the photo of how I feel when I read it. I think you'll agree they are a perfect match.

"I’m seeing all of these notifications that “X and Y” have joined in matrimony and instantly, these waves of anxiety start to flow over me.  Should I be thinking about marriage? I’ve never even had a serious boy friend? Is there something wrong with me? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME AND WHY HAS NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT IT FOR ALL THESE YEARS!?
But then I look at my life, my relationships, and my future… and I realize that, I’m f***ing awesome.  It literally isn’t me, it’s them."