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Los 90 están aquí de nuevo. En las tendencias, en las pasarelas, looks… Noticias frescas. Sube el pescado. Todos a por el chandal, los vaqueros desgastados, un conjunto con el ombligo al aíre y a por el loro con una buena base makina total. Para evitar perderse las innegables referencias y perlas de dicha década rescato grandes himnos de ayer y hoy dedicados al mundo de la moda que tantas alegrías nos da.

Hola, hola, hola, tú y yo lo sabíamos… 3, 2 ó 1.

Joaquín Luqui, coolhunter.

‘El Tiburón’ de Proyecto Uno

No pares sigue, sigue

Okey, tanto, encontré otra chica que estaba mejor.
Bailamos tres merengues de corrido y gozamos.
Luego nos sentamos, ordenamos bebidas y conversamos.
She look good, so of course I lied all my girls from the hood
Ella preguntó si tenía novia y yo dije no.
Me quité el anillo, despacito me lo metí en el bolsillo.
Vino un descarado y me dijo : ¡Jo!...¿Tú no eres casado?
Me quedé pasmado y enseguida se la llevó de mi lado.

Dedicada a la creatividad de Karl Lagerfeld.

‘Common People’ de Pulp

“I want to live like common people,

I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you.”

Dedicada a todos los que creen ser únicos.

‘Barbie Girl’ de Aqua

I’m a barbie girl, in the barbie world

Life in plastic, it’s fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let’s go party!

Dedicada a Victoria Beckham.

‘Sobreviviré’ de Mónica Naranjo

Pelo acrílico, cuero y tacón

maquillaje hasta en el corazón
y al anochecer vuelve a florecer
lúbrica la ciudad.
No hay en el mundo, no
nadie más dura que yo.
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Debo sobrevivir, mintiéndome.

Dedicada a las falsificaciones de moda.

‘U Can’t Touch This’ de MC Hammer

U can’t touch this

Look man u can’t touch this
You’ll probably get hyped boy
‘Cause you know you can’t u can’t touch this

Dedicada a las marcas deseadas que se van de nuestro presupuesto.

‘Groove Is In The Heart’ de Deee-Lite

We’re going to dance,

We’re going to dance,
We’re going to dance
And have some fun

Dedicada a la recuperación de las tendencias coloristas de los 90.

‘Rockafeller Skank’ de Fatboy Slim

Right about now, the funk soul brother. Check it out now, the funk soul brother

Dedicada al revival de la moda.

‘Charly’ de The Prodigy

Charly says always tell your mummy before you go off somewhere

Dedicada a la recuperación de la cultura rave en las prendas.

‘Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It’ de Will Smith

Unh, unh, unh, unh

Hoo cah cah
Hah hah, hah hah.

Dedicada a las colecciones exclusivas de H&M.

‘Intergalactic’ de Beastie Boys

Intergalactic planetary

Planetary intergalactic
Another dimension do it.

Dedicada a estilo deportivo de Alexander Wang.

‘Anywhere for you’ de Backstreet Boys

I’d go anywhere for you

Anywhere you asked me to
I’d do anything for you
Anything you want me to (ohhh, ohhh)

Dedicada a la industria lowcost.

‘My favourite game’ de The Cardigans

I don’t know what you’re looking for

you haven’t found it baby, that’s for sure
You rip me up and spread me all around
in the dust of the deed of time

Dedicada a Just Cavalli.

‘Wonderwall’ de Oasis

And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don’t know how

Because maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you’re my wonderwall.

Dedicada de parte de Louis Vuitton a Marc Jacobs.

‘Macarena’ de Los del Río

Macarena tiene un novio que se llama

que se llama de apellido Vitorino
y en la jura de bandera del muchacho
se la dio con dos amigos
aaahe!

Dedicada a Modesto Lomba.

‘Wannabe’ de Spice Girls

Ha ha ha ha ha

Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)
I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah

If you want my future, forget my past
If you wanna get with me, better make it fast
Now don’t go wasting my precious time
Get your act together we could be just fine

(…)

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends

Dedicada a Dior y sus pretendientes.

‘Nothing Compares 2U’ de Sinead O’Connor

It’s been seven hours and fifteen days

Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

It’s been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they’d only remind me of you
I went to the doctor n’guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said girl u better try to have fun
No matter what you’ll do
But he’s a fool
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

all the flowers that you planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I’m willing to give it another try
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

Bis dedicado al culebrón John Galliano con Dior.

‘Duro de Pelar’ de Rebeca

Tú siempre fuiste

duro de pelar,duro de pelar
yo siempre en casa
loca por amar,loca por amar,
tú siempre fuiste
duro de pelar,duro de pelar

ahora ya no aguanto más.

Y suelto mi pelo y pinto mi cara
me pierdo en la noche,me quemo en la playa.
Y suelto mi pelo y pinto mi cara
me pierdo en la noche,me quemo en la playa.
Y suelto mi pelo y pinto mi cara
me pierdo en la noche,me quemo en la playa.
Y suelto mi pelo y pinto mi cara
me pierdo en la noche,me quemo en la playa.

Dedicada a John Galliano.

‘Química’ de Chimo Bayo

No se si debo ir tengo que trabajar,

debo salir de ésta tumba mortal,
no me puedo mover, imposible salir,
de ésta trampa mortal que es vivir sin dormir

Y ya está bien…

Química, química, que, que, que, que, que.

Bis dedicado a John Galliano.

‘Don’t Speak’ de No Doubt

Don’t speak

I know just what you’re saying
So please stop explaining
Don’t tell me ‘cause it hurts
Don’t speak
I know what you’re thinking
I don’t need your reasons
Don’t tell me ‘cause it hurts

Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening

As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry

Dedicada a todos los diseñadores que son cambiados (o cesados) por las marcas.

‘Bitter Sweet Symphony’ de The Verve

You know I can’t change, I can’t change, I can’t change,

but I’m here in my mold, I am here in my mold.

Dedicada a Balenciaga.

‘Killing Me Softly’ de Fugees

Strumming my pain with his fingers,

(one time, one time)
singing my life with his words,
(two time, two time)
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song.

Dedicada a las colecciones de Jil Sander.

‘Livin’ La Vida Loca’ de Ricky Martin

La reina de la noche

La diosa del vudú
Yo no podré salvarme
Podrás salvarte tú?
La tela de la araña
La uña del dragón
Te lleva a los infiernos
Ella es tu adicción
Te besa y te desnuda con su baile demencial
Tú cierras los ojitos y te dejas arrastrar
Tú te dejas arrastrar.

Dedicada a Stella McCartney.

‘Loser’ de Beck

Soy un perdedor

I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)

Dedicada a Martin Margiela.

‘Creep’ de Radiohead

I don’t care if it hurts

I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special

Dedicada al streetstyle en general.

‘C’Est La Vie (Always 21)’ de Ace of Base

C’est la vie, c’est la vie, c’est la vie

Dedicada en su versión española a la industria de moda nacional.

‘...Baby One More Time’ de Britney Spears

Oh baby baby

How was I supposed to know
That something wasn’t right here

Oh baby baby
I shouldn’t have let you go
And now you’re out of sight, yeah

Show me
How you want it to be
Tell me, baby
Cause I need to know now, oh because

My loneliness is killing me (and I)
I must confess I still believe (still believe)
When I’m not with you I lose my mind
Please give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

Oh baby baby
The reason I breath is you
Boy you got me blinded

Oh pretty baby
there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
that’s not the way I planned it

(...)

I must confesss
that my loneliness
is killing me now
don’t you know I still believe
that you will be here
and give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

Dedicada a los clones de Zara.

‘A Girl Like You’ de Edwyn Collins

I’ve never known a girl like you before

Now just like in a song from days of yore
Here you come a knockin’, knockin’ at my door
And I’ve never met a girl like you before

Dedicada a Lara Stone.

‘Man on the moon’ de R.E.M.

Now, Andy did you hear about this one

Tell me, are you locked in the punch
Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby
Are we losing touch
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Dedicada a Armani.

‘Country House’ de Blur

Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don’t know why

Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don’t know why

Dedicada a tanta inspiración folk.

‘MMMBop’ de Hanson

Mmm bop, ba duba dop

Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du
Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop

Dedicada a los amantes de los anglicismos en moda.

‘It’s Not Right But It’s Okay’ de Whitney Houston

It’s not right, but it’s okay

I’m gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave
don’t you dare come
Running back to me
It’s not right, but it’s okay
I’m gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you
Leave your key
I’d rather be alone than unhappy

Dedicada a muchos desfiles y semanas de la moda.

‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ de Nirvana

With the lights out it’s less dangerous

Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yeah, a denial
A denial
A denial…

Dedicada a la juventud de Calvin Klein.

‘Frozen’ de Madonna

You only see what your eyes want to see

How can life be what you want it to be
You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open

You’re so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
You’re broken
When your heart’s not open

Dedicada a los creativos de publicidad de perfumes.

‘Believe’ de Cher

Do you believe in life after love

I can feel something inside me say
I really don’t think you’re strong enough,
Now
Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don’t think you’re strong enough,
Now

What am I supposed to do
Sit around and wait for you
And I can’t do that
There’s no turning back
I need time to move on
I need love to feel strong
‘Cause I’ve had time to think it through
And maybe I’m too good for you Ohh Oh

Dedicada a Purificación García.

‘Desde la oscuridad’ de Gloria Estefan

Desde la oscuridad veo el sol de un nuevo día

Naciendo en mí
Desde la oscuridad el amor me ha salvado
Ha sido de ti.

Vuelvo a empezar de nuevo otra vez
Con tu mano en la mía mas fuerte estaré
Quizás mi paso es lento pero yo llegaré
Caminemos juntos quiero compartir
El milagro que has hecho en mí.

Dedicada a las egobloggers de títulos más trascendentales.

‘Gangsta’s Paradise’ de Coolio feat. L.V.

Power and the money, money and the power

Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody’s runnin, but half of them ain’t lookin
What’s goin on in the kitchen, but I dont know what’s cookin
They say I got ta learn, but nobody’s here to teach me,
If they cant understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they can’t; I guess they won’t
I guess they front; that’s why I know my life is outta luck, fool!

Been spending most their lives living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
Keep spending most our lives living in the Gangsta’s Paradise

Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the ones we hurt, are you and me

Dedicada a la moda en general.

Si alguien tiene cuerpo para escuchar toda esta música de golpe puede hacerlo en esta lista de reproducción de Spotify. No me hago responsabilizo de daños mentales.

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