-test-

-a short film by danny sangra-

FILM NUMBER 9 from TEST on Vimeo.

-hybird hair-

-bags designed and made by gabriella marina gonzalez for charlie lemindu-

-blog distributors.com-

Hi Gabriella Marina Gonzalez,

We have tested your blog ( http://www.gabriellamarinagonzalez.blogspot.com) and found that it contains problems in matching our criteria that are so severe that we do not think that they can be fixed. Therefore, we will not accept any further submissions on this particular blog.

The problem(s) with this blog are noted below:

In order to have your Blog Certified with Blog Distributor, it must not contain pornography or pornographic words. The following is a list of the pornographic words we found in your Blog: suck (4), cock (2).

If you have other blogs that do not share the problem(s) that this blog has, we would welcome your submission of those other blogs.

Blog Distributor

Hello,

No problem Mr. Gat. I only submitted my blog because someone from your company scouted me and told me I fit the criteria along with some paragraph about how he doesn't choose just anybody? I understand your politically correct user friendly rules basically regulated out of fear and except this but I must say I am personally appalled that you would contact me to comment with your highly unprofessionally personal opinion on my art and creative freedom by saying I " severely" don't match the criteria because of the word "cock" and "suck". There is this thing called context and I If I were to say that I believe that your certification "sucks" and that you should tell your scouter that he is a "cock" for wasting my precious time that this would be a pornographic statement? Have you ever heard of the artist Tracey Emin? Do you know that if she advertised online for one of your ridiculous consumer brands for one minute that she would probably make it world famous? Probably not.-Gabriella Marina Gonzalez

-sky rokit's in flight-

"afternoon delight"

photos by harley weir

harleyweir.blogspot.com

-epping forest-

"there's no place like home"

photography by kate cox
www.katecox.blogspot.com

-clothing for the emotionally dispossessed-

-look book-

photography by leon mark holt, leonmnarkholt.co.uk

models, toby and catriona

-the r.k.k. was materialized today-

-collection 2009-

all clothing designed and hand made by gabriella marina gonzalez

hair by charlie le mindu
most grateful thanks to jamie bull and hannah showrooms

-a month i rather forget-

-illustrations for collection 2009-

-rat king killer beginnings-

-a dedication for those less fortunate-

-seance-

-just that-

-A.D.D. radio playlist sleeve's-

-sarcasm is the best remedy-

-not a leg to stand on-

-some thing's go unnoticed-

-A.D.D-

gabriella rant and rant recordings invites you to be there or be square: www.myspace.com/youandiandadd
 a new night for you and me...

-tint face-

-were's wallie goes skitzo-



special thanks to too much time on my hands.

-meghan-

-free on saturday-

photographer:john from holborn studios
model:meghan
clothes:gabriella marina gonzalez

thanks:kiff and johnson

-kiff-

photo:leon mark, www.leonmark.co.uk
garment: gabriella marina gonzalez
model: robert kiff

-commercial goods-

they put the cock in cocktails. dresses for the "elite" and the like.

-aaron-

photo: leon mark holt

garments: gabriella marina gonzalez

model:aaron walker

-chernobyl-

- swift descent-

-mother, madonna and i-

-air india-

the curtains won't stop breathing.
they continue to rise and collapse into themselves on what will later be branded the longest day of my life.this "keeping infinitely busy" trick was easy. sitting alone, with nothing to console a bitter brain but your racing mind for what seems to be forever. it's sure to drive the soul into a fit of rage, spitting fire as he twist his hollow head in dismay, trying to squeeze out the butterflies that can't find the courage to settle. but at that fine gentleman, i must say; along my lonely way engraved like statues in the back of my mind were images of these events just passed. in different forms perhaps, it would seem as if it were the first time we meet, when in fact we walked this path before, long before the earth was round, you and i were simple myths that floated in the hearts and heads of hopeful children. passed down from stories that couldn't be told, our souls meet long ago and waited catatonically to be granted flesh and blood so that our material bodies could hold each other so lovingly that is burns straight to the bone.

-neither here nor there blues-

i only find the time to watch the ocean meet the sky.
when there is no horizon line,
its makes the boats begin to cry.
their journey becomes infinite,
with fear they shall not reach the end.
but my fair sailor don't despair.
this time tomorrow breath new air.
that single leaf that floats and fly's,
is proof that land exist near by.
in time you too shall meet your fate,
then turn and walk the other way.
that's why the journey's never done,
your looking for a hotter sun.
the kind that burn straight past your eyes,
the heat will make you realize,
that all will be well in time.

-disappearing ink-

-germination-

back in london, were is the finish line?

hand made quilted cape: gabriella m. gonzalez

photo:george mavrikos

-they wrote themselves vol4.-

-as she quietly drags herself away-

i'm a roamer, don't you know?

could never make this house a home.

across the universe alone.

my soul aches, now hear it moan.

cannot place your face inside my brain.

i love again, but all in vain.

scrub me down with acid rain,

to wash away this painful shame.

i'm a roamer, don't you know?

but not because i will it so.

uprooting every seed i grow.

my good intension never show.

-contortionist-

-they wrote themselves vol3.-

-glass dancing-

can you remember, it was just the other day,

though it feels like it should of been over a hundred years ago.

when glass dancing ponies that shimmered like ice,

scavenged to mix milk with sugar and left over rice.

we built a fortress beneath clean white sheets,

create a bomb shelter that bombs won't defeat.

and it was so nice 

cause you were so nice 

and we were so nice

tiny pieces my hearts sacrifice.

you produced me from a citrus seed,

that a bird dropped at your feet. 

you were mold in a petri dish.

but you grew, as mold tends to do,

into something sweet. 

and it was so nice 

cause you were so nice

and we were so nice

into pieces my hearts sacrifice.

-waiting for rain-

i would wait a life time for that type of clean that never goes away.

-soulsucker-

soulsucker- pr. (soul.suck.er): Someone who makes you feel as if they have stolen an important part of you. e.g: "emotional vampire" 

also see: soulsucked- pr. (soul.suck.ed): to have your light dulled  via "bad vibes".

photo. george mavrikos, www.georgemavrikos.com 

styling, ect. gabriella m.gonzalez

-hawk eye-

can you teach me to view these intertwining's in a perspective other than my nature will allow.

-in loving memory of rob-

or who he was before the jacket

-dinosaurs v.s. ballerinas-

the others

-they wrote themselves vol2.-

-drip on the sill-

run, to the end of the pier,
to meet you, my fate.
shake hands with my discontent,
a truce, lets end this like mature, responsible, adults.
keep me in mind this tuesday,
while doing your daily, whatever you do.
keep me in mind, behind your eyes.
attentive soldier, keep true and wise.
drip dripity drop on the sill, this leak will soon become a lake.
drip dripity drop, drip drip.
i dance on glittering shards,
a sacrifice, to prove to you, how much there is at large.

a sacrifice, to prove to you that i am still in charge.

-look book-

amarpaul kaliri

-dinosaurs v.s. ballerinas-

dawn began to rise out from under the dust.the dust was thick and slowly folded over itself in an attempt to settle to the ground. but the devastation that layed beneath the thick sheet of last breaths and sighs would echo throughout the land forever.the valley and the victory belonged to no one. nor dinosaur, nor ballerina knew what layed before them on the road ahead.the battle served no purpose. the dinosaurs and the ballerinas remained clandestine warriors that must roam the land in search of a single glimpse of home.

-they wrote themselves vol.1-

-coffin song-

so you went and misbehaved, and you dug up your own grave,

danced around it twice, slipped and fell upon the ice,

now i won't be around, to lend a hand and help you out,

and it true, so true,

oh honey i guess that your screwed,

and it's true, yes its true, so fuck you,

in this verse i'll tell you just what i'll do,

put a nail, in the coffin 

fill the hole, up with dirt,

plant some daisy's by the headstone, less its tulips you prefer, 

i'll step over your head, let your mother know your dead, 

but remind her that jesus saves, then i'll remind her how you misbehaved,

its true, yes its true, well darling i guess that your screwed, 

cause i wont ever let you forget, how good i was to you.

-m.i.a.-

faded like the sun bleached paint

-alter ego-

on going siamese twin study

-momma always tole me-

those boys would be the end of me

-padded pleated-

orthopedics to mask this uncontrollable disaster that has become the demise of our will.

-never stopped anyone-

-cross wise-

study of what mammals feed with

-basking sharks have permanently open mouths-

the better for smiling with my dear

-galapagos-

study for dinosoaur v.s. ballerinas.

-for those about to blow-

hold on to your shopping trollies, it's going to be a bumpy ride