Oh Lordy, More Jordi!
Ummm..... yeah. Time for a confession. Remember those pretty notebooks I mentioned that I use for my to-do lists? I deftly omitted the fact that they are Jordi Labanda illustrated notebooks. Yeah. This may seem a week bit tweenager of me, but they are one of my private obsessions. I've loved them since about 2001, way before they were picked up by certain mass market retailers. I knew about them before they were common and I have a stash of spiral bound Jordi books hidden in my cabinets. I love the covers so much that I actually don't throw my old journals away. Okay. I said it. Now you know. Now the world knows. Let's move on with this post.
Jordi is an impossibly talented illustrator from Barcelona who creates these ridiculously indulgent collections of stationery, paper products and other (often silly but mostly just pretty) products. Very few people know about my addiction to the notebooks. My husband and my girlfriend (who prefers I not call her out on my blog, so I'll call her Sasha) are my two secret enablers. And while clients and friends have seen me carry these to meetings, coffeehouses and other affairs, I'm always a week bit embarrassed when they catch a glimpse of the glamorous blonde on the cover. I have to say it feels good to finally come clean and confess my Labanda obsession.
If I'm being completely honest I love the blonde girls because she reminds me of...well, me. But even better, Jordi has a character in his work that also looks just like my husband and one that looks like "Sasha" as well.
So I've been known to give the little books out as gifts to my co-conspirators...knowing full well they can't possibly want to use the books themselves. It's more that I "needed" them to have the books as portraits of their uber fabulous selves. And on some level I suppose I felt this somehow swore them to secrecy. The gift giving version of a pinkie swear.
And maybe that's what I find so appealing about these illustrations. It's a version of you living out an amazing lifestyle. Surrounded by your fabulous friends in impossibly chic locales, dressed to the nines and in full-on chill mode. There's no
The Hey Day series is particularly glamorous and seems to be my favorite of the myriad series available. The Audrey Hepburn hair. The LBDs. The big oversize shades. There's something very optimistic about the illustrations. A form of visual escapism.
And so it is was with great shock that I discovered this morning that there is now (wait for it.... wait for it...) a line of clothing. That's right. If the notebooks aren't enough for me, I can now wear a top or carry a tote brandishing the very same image.
I can't say I've decided to go that far. The notebooks (and eventually possibly the cover of my memoir) will suffice for now. So there. I've said it. I've confessed. It's out there. I'm going to go do my happy dance now and get on with my impossibly morning.
And if you're curious, go find the Jordi girl or guy who looks like you. You can rest assured you'll find a chic version of yourself living out a fabulous life in the playground of the rich and fabulous. And who knows, you might just develop a little obsession of your own.