A moda e a musica sao artes belissimas. Enquanto a primeira exprime de forma visual o melhor da estetica, a segunda expressa atraves de notas e letras emocoes que consequentemente atinge a nossa estetica. :) O que acontece se uma juntar-se a outra? Se uma tentar expressar a outra? Bem, e o que vamos descobrir na coluna Moda&Musica. Essa coluna sera escrita semanalmente e tem como ideia principal trazer musicas que fazem referencia a moda, estilo, acessorios, marcas e comportamentos fashion. E para abrir os trabalhos, Beyonce com "Pretty Hurts". A cancao levanta uma discussao sobre a ditadura da beleza e a busca pela perfeicao por intervencao cirurgica. Segue a trilha.Pretty HurtsMiss Third Wards, your first questionWhat is your aspiration in life?Oh My aspiration in lifeWould be to be happyMama said, you're a pretty girlWhat's in your head it doesn't matterBrush your hair, fix your teethWhat you wear is all that mattersJust another stagePageant the pain awayThis time I'm gonna take the crownWithout falling down, downPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worsePerfection is the disease of a nationPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worseTryna fix somethingBut you can't fix what you can't seeIt's the soul that needs the surgeryBlonder hair, flat chestTV says bigger is betterSouth Beach, sugar freeVogue saysThinner is betterJust another stagePageant the pain awayThis time I'm gonna take the crownWithout falling down, downPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worsePerfection is the disease of a nationPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worseTryna fix somethingBut you can't fix what you can't seeIt's the soul that needs the surgeryAin't got no doctor or therapeutic that can take the pain awayThe pain's insideAnd nobody frees you from your bodyIt's the soul that needs surgeryIt's my soul that needs surgeryPlastic smiles and denialCan only take you so farAnd you breakWhen the paper signs you in the darkYou left a shattered mirrorAnd the shards of a beautiful girlPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worsePerfection is the disease of a nationPretty hurtsWe shine the light on whatever's worseTryna fix somethingBut you can't fix what you can't seeIt's the soul that needs the surgeryWhen you'r alone all by yourselfAnd you're lying in your bedReflection stares right into youAre you happy with yourself?It's just a way to masqueradeThe illusion has been shedAre you happy with yourself?Are you happy with yourself?YesA Beleza MachucaMiss, a sua primeira perguntaQual e a sua aspiracao na vida?Oh minha aspiracao na vidaE ser felizMamae disse 'voce e uma garota linda'O que voce tem na cabeca nao importaPenteie o seu cabelo, corrija os seus dentesO que voce veste e tudo o que importaApenas mais uma etapaO concurso tira a dorDesta vez, vou ganhar a coroaSem cair, cairA beleza machucaEvidenciamos o que temos de piorA perfeicao e a doenca da nacaoA beleza machucaEvidenciamos o que temos de piorTente reparar algoMas voce nao pode reparar o que nao consegue verE a alma que precisa de cirurgiaCabelo loiro, seios pequenosA TV diz que quanto maior, melhorPraia do Sul, sem acucarA moda dizQue mais magra e melhorApenas mais uma etapaO concurso tira a dorDesta