Are you the kind of person who wears jeans for everything? Well, he is not. Mr 53m2 is the type of guy who has specific trousers for work; go out; work with a hangover; hike in the summer; climb; climb on ice; ski; backcountry ski; dive in cold waters; dive in warm waters; run; skate; sleep; ride the motorbike; ride the motorbike under the rain (those 3 rainy days we have in Madrid) or do business. I decided to draw the trousers but couldn´t fit all of them. Funnily enough once at home he prefers an Indonesian beach wrap.
If these walls could talk, they would mock me. Because I do something very funny when I get dressed: I start by picking up the socks I will wear first. And immediately after, I get blocked, normally not knowing what will match best with my choice.
Here´s a little collection of my socks. If I think of a description: I like them cute. And I love japanese socks. My favourite brand is Tabio, which I discovered in 2002 at Harvey Nichols. You can also discover it, and think of me first when it´s time for Christmas presents!
We are friends, we are lovers, we are partners and… we are divorced. Life teared us apart, not death. In fact, death made us feel closer than ever one day we went into a comic store. Death á la Tim Burton. We were never one of those couples that dresses in the same colours, wears the same watch and so on. Even our rings were different. I actually never put mine on. That day, we both spotted this amazing “Nightmare before Christmas” t-shirt, with big stitches on one sleeve (like Sally´s arms), beautiful screen print, and best of all, a coffin-shaped packaging. We fell for it. We bought two of them. I used the coffin for pencils, Mr 53m2 took his with him when we split. And now that life has put us together again, I smile when I see his little coffin on the shelf. Mine is not here, is with my things, peacefully resting somewhere else. But I am here. And this time I wish we stay together till death tear us apart.
Scattered all over the 53m2 cave, there are all these head coverings to be used outside. Hats to wear in the mountain, in the beach, in the pool or just to be the coolest in the neighborhood. On a shelf, there is also a funny gift: a hunting trophy with the skull of a baboon. I can imagine him alive wearing the Panama hat, or even the swimming cap, and who knows if he could have escaped his fate by wearing the helmet!