Style 10/6

It's all about Alice...and just the simple, original and authentic Wonderland. No Disney, no Burton, no Leboivitz, no one. It's only me in my personal approach to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Carroll's words and Tenniel's illustrations deserve an homage and this can't be through the looking glass of others. That's an ode to this masterpiece of English Literature and the dream of life just becoming true.

Después de casi un año dándole vueltas al proyecto y de varios meses de preparación de muchas horas de trabajo, de sufrimiento y de alegrías, finalmente ha llegado el momento de presentar la colección. Aquí teneis un pedacido de este pequeño mundo que he creado y que me ha abducido.

Alice....

Cards...

Mad Hatter...

White Rabbit....

  

Queen of Hearts....

 

Backstage...

   

 

...and details...

 

Gracies a tots els que m'heu ajudat: A l'Anna, l'Annabel, l'Inés, la Judit i la Sandra per haver accedit a fer-me de models; a la Marta i la Karla pel seu magnífic treball de maquillatge, a la Claudia "por las horas de penas y alegrías mutuas pasadas" i per un curs genial; als amics per aguantar-me i recolçar-me suport; a companys i professors pel seu suport; als responsables de la pasarel·la per l'organització; i per damunt de tots a la meva mare sense la qual tot això mai s'hagués fet realitat (t'estimo moltíssim)....

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ALL in the golden afternoon

Full leisurely we glide;

For both our oars, with little skill,

By little arms are plied,

While little hands make vain pretence

Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,

Beneath such dreamy weather,

To beg a tale of breath too weak

To stir the tiniest feather!

Yet what can one poor voice avail

Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth

Her edict 'to begin it' -

In gentler tone Secunda hopes

'There will be nonsense in it!' -

While Tertia interrupts the tale

Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,

In fancy they pursue

The dream-child moving through a land

Of wonders wild and new,

In friendly chat with bird or beast -

And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained

The wells of fancy dry,

And faintly strove that weary one

To put the subject by,

"The rest next time -" "It is next time!"

The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:

Thus slowly, one by one,

Its quaint events were hammered out -

And now the tale is done,

And home we steer, a merry crew,

Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,

And with gentle hand

Lay it were Childhood's dreams are twined

In Memory's mystic band,

Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers

Pluck'd in a far-off land.

L.C.