Outfits Of The Week // November 25, 2016

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About Photography

The first time I handled an actual camera was roughly a week ago and I no where near consider myself a "photographer", I still have a long, long way to go. But never would've I imagine feeling so rewarded looking at a beautiful photograph and knowing that I created it.

Taking pictures makes me happy and I think it reflects in the results, which makes me even happier.

My point is I want to keep pursuing this and I need YOUR help! If you Live within Madrid Capital and wouldn't mind borrowing your time for me and my camera tat would be dandy!

I hope to hear from you guys!

You can contact me on my Instagram and or Twitter direct messages or email (elizxbethkels@gmail.com).

I will be uploading the photo sessions throughout my social media (Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, here...) but for now, here are some photographs that I have taken of my beautiful friends!

ELLA GRACE KINNEAR

LAURA DURAN RAMOS

MARIA VAZQUEZ ALBA

November Mood Board

Outfits Of The Week // November 10, 2016

And we're back with another "ootw" post (promise this is the last time I make you wait over a month for one of these, they're 'weekly' for a reason)

All these outfits are created by me on my polyvore account. Feel free to follow me on their website for even more outfits.

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City Girl (Photography by Laura Duran Ramos)

 As you may or may not know, I recently did something huge. I left my little town and my beloved beach (and my dog, shit, that was the hardest part) to go and pursue my dreams of being a name in the fashion industry.
 Marbella will always be my home and there will never be a feeling that comes close to dipping my tortured feet after a night out in the sea, but Madrid has bigger opportunities for me and I plan to grab them by the throat.
 It was an impulse I had to obey, and well, here I am.
 My apartment is not even close to glamorous, in fact I kind of fear getting stabbed on my way to buy bread, but I'm trying to take it as a funny story to remember when I look back one day.
 My life turned into a comedy drama the second I stepped off the train. I thought the worst thing that could happen to me that day was getting off at the wrong real estate agency and having to walk 300m up a massive hill in the heat, dressed in all black, with two incredibly heavy suitcases (I literally stopped to cry a few minutes into the walk while people around where giving me looks of pity. I probably looked like my parents had just kicked me out the house) but no, that was actually the easy part.
 Once I got to the correct agency, I was informed that a crucial document was missing and without it, I wasn't able to sign the contract. I won't get too much in detail about that whole situation.
 Three hours into crying on the shoulder of the agency dude, who I should mention, was really hot, it looked like I was actually going to be homeless for a day after all, at least until they could locate the document.
 Luckily the agency people were nice enough to book me into a hotel for the night, but the situation wasn't short of dramatic. I couldn't believe, yet at the same time wasn't surprised, that this was happening to me.
 On the brighter side of my horrific first day in a huge city completely on my own, the agency dude, let's call him Carl, insisted on inviting me out for lunch and I had no intention on denying his offer since I haven't eaten a single bite of food since last night's dinner.
 I was having a hard time trying to figure out if this was an improv date or what the hell it was, I was too shaken up by the situation I was in to even process anything.
 Anyhow, the following day everything was 'sorted', I signed a whole bunch of papers and was given the house keys (I've never been happier to hold a set of keys in my entire life). Carl kindly showed me to the apartment and helped me with the bags. I was mortified by the sight of it.
 My room has no plugs and to get to it I had to go through my roommates room. Not only that but when I started cleaning I found a moldy ass loaf of bread signaling that it has been there for about a whole fucking year... A SET OF FAKE TEETH, DIRTY UNDERWEAR AND WAIT FOR IT... A SUICIDE NOTE. Bye.
 It's now been a month since I've been living in the big city and things have finally started to sink in. The first few weeks were a blur in my mind. It certainly hasn't been easy, but I know that it's all going to be incredibly worth it. Don't get me wrong, it's not all been bad, in fact I am having the time of my life and I feel so proud of myself and everything I've done to get to where I am.
 It's insane to think that I moved out of my home by the age of 18, to a big city on my own to chase after a crazy dream. It's definitely been an enormous challenge, but I think this is the happiest I've ever been. It's in fact, all I ever wanted.
 The purpose of this post, apart from updating you guys on my life, is to maybe inspire some of you to take chances, do shit that seems impossible, insane, not secure. It's an experience to remember.
 I'll keep you updated on how it all turns out (btw, this is also the reason I've been neglecting my blog this past month, but I assure you there's gonna be worthwhile content from now on especially cause the shit that happens to me ins't real and I think I'm in a movie most of the time)
 This is all! Talk to you guys soon. Any questions you may have on living on your own, etc. You can reach out to me on Twitter

With Love, Liz x