It's Saturday and I'm comfortable at home, music is in the air, the neighbor tuned in to the local quartet radio all day, and in the Evangelist Temple they began to rehearse the drums and the electric guitar. The air of the mountains is loaded with zambas of folklore, and in the center the kids told me about a cycle of progressive trance parties for the inauguration of the museum.
The weekend arrives and suddenly, with the night, the nostalgia of wanting to go out again strikes. When the stars have aligned and I'm in the mood, walking down the street is fascinating. The world is revealed to be magical and epic. Every being that I cross in the corners and on the bars is loaded with powers. I see sorceresses everywhere and marvel at the artisans in the square.
At home I dress very simply and prioritizing absolute comfort, but when it's time to go out, I put a little extra creativity into combining clothes in a personal way.
I like to dress for my own pleasure and fun, and not give up comfort. Starting with the feet, I always choose the fit of casual urban shoes. Contrasting on the body, sometimes, the distinction of a golden vest unusual at this time.
My choice of garments is simple, aiming for a style that is easy to wear in a city nightclub (with a versatile piece to keep me warm when the temperature drops). Suitable for a dry weather day in autumn, or cold spring nights.
For me, it is the perfect opportunity to combine the road bike and the purple bowler hat. A black shirt, with a bow and sneakers.
The color black has become my favorite again, and will return for my dark clothes for the next few seasons.
I recognize that in my town people look quite traditional, and sometimes I fall into that. But I love seeing someone on the street wearing a great, original, striking or curious outfit. And I think, oh, I also want to be the protagonist! That's why I try to dress a little differently. I think I should dress more like the main character. Just for fun. We are all main and secondary in the master plot.
And without realizing it, sometimes I paint illusions on others. Just a few accessories and old or new ghosts are evoked. My fear of being naked, of sensitive skin, made me hide for a while between fabrics and artifices... But until when? Who can hide from the Sun and the Moon, or from oneself? Now, freer; In the perpetual game of changing, I leave behind skins, and fabrics, and relationships. I embrace the moment...
During the day, naked hands covered in the mud of my patio.
But pink sunsets, and nights soft as silk.
My name is Juan Pablo León, I am a gardener and musician. Grateful to be able to share a little bit of my day in this wonderful community.
Los Capuchinos Church
Crazy friends dancing
