My Taurus is wearing Givenchy FW 2012-13. The airdo is taken from the G.V.G.V SS 2013 fashion show (@Tokyo Fashion Week)
(Disclaimer: I wrote this post more than a month ago, but I just published it because I was waiting for an inspiration for the illustration. Just a while ago Garance Doré published a very similar post and I didn’t want to publish this anymore because I thought people would think I copied her… But then I said, whatever :-p *the fact that she’s a Taurus too is a crazy coincidence ahah*)
It’s official, I’m mutating the rational, self-confident, strict scientist that once I was into a caricatured version of a chick-flick character.
I mean, I listen to the daily horoscope. EVERY DAY.
I watch Sex & The City and Grey’s Anatomy (over and over…). With a bowl of ice cream. In bed.
I choose the bridesmaid dress for the wedding of my best friend and fantasize over marriage (me?? seriously?? MARRIAGE??)
I feel the need for a glass of wine every day after work.
I think that my life is not complete without a cat.
I’m BFF with my hormones.
I HAVE A DIARY.
I… OK let’s stop it here. I’m ashamed of myself.
But let’s get back to the horoscope.
After a week of daily horoscopes (for the Italians: yes, Paolo Fox’s horoscope) you start to think that or you were definitely born under a wrong star or the horoscope guy hates you.
It’s cosmic depression all over.
I definitely think that Paolo Fox hates me and hates Taurus.
What did we do wrong to you, Paolo? Why can’t you say, for a change, that it’s going to be a bright sunny day? OK, not sunny, I’m in Belgium. Why can’t you say it’s going to be a nice, easy day?
Because the worst thing is that after a week of this crap you start to BELIEVE it. You need your daily horoscope as much as you need your three cups of morning coffee.
Maybe it’s just because you need someone that will tell you that tomorrow is not going to be this hard, that tomorrow is going to be better… Maybe you need to have the illusion of predicting glimpse of your future because, really, you can’t afford any more bad surprises.
But every single day Paolo Fox says “You’re going through a rough path, Taurus friends. Very tired day ahead. You’re the heaviest sign of the horoscope this month”.
Taurus FRIENDS?? Really?
Come on, show me some pity.
But maybe he’s right. It’s heavy days because I check the horoscope every morning. And I believe it. And I hope that life does something for me instead of making it happen.
And I live in a chick B movie.
AND SATURN HATES ME.
And I’m finally back! (I hope, for good)
PS: Do you believe in the horoscope? Or do you read it just for fun? Or you don’t read it all? Do you have a favorite website where to get your daily dose of Astrology? Which one is your starsign? How many questions am I asking???
PPS: If you’d like to see more Horoscope illustrations tell me which sign and I’ll try to make it! It’s fun!