#karol jaramillo

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Karol Jaramillo

by Demetrios Drystellas, 2017

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Carolina Jaramillo by © Henri Buffetaut

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Karol Jaramillo

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Karol Jaramillo

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by Stefano Brunesci

Carolina Jaramillo

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Nevermind, bebé.

La identidad musical, ese producto.

Juan Sánchez para CriticÓn. 15 de Octubre de 2023.

«Andaba en soledad, como un perro ralengo.»

Carolina Giraldo.

«I feel stupid and contagious, here we are now —Entertain us!»

Kurt Cobain.

Vuelvo a Nirvana, a "Nevermind", y regresar a Nirvana ahora es como volver a Rodolfo Aicardi: la gente te lo recuerda constantemente en todas partes y es feliz; existe una memoria colectiva que, más que vergonzosa, se convierte en identidad compartida. La música, el arte, no está para revelar estéticas exquisitas; el arte es como el agua: va y viene, sucia o limpia, siempre parece repetida, parece la misma, pero cada vez es diferente. Y esa idea, lo sé, pertenece a Heráclito, donde sea que esté. Pero bueno, no vine a hablar del agua ni del fuego ni de Heráclito; vine a hablar de Nirvana, de esa cosa simple, de esa banda que, sin preverlo demasiado, hizo que el rock de nicho (en este caso, el grunge) se convirtiera en un producto dispuesto a ser masivamente industrializado. Y luego, en Latinoamérica, tuvimos la forma de recibir a MTV con todo el afecto y la necesidad que tenían los millenials sudacas. Qué cosa tan hermosa, que nos vendieran una identidad, así, vendida, al mejor estilo estadounidense.

Nosotros, los niños y adolescentes de los noventa, creyéndonos diferentes, consumiendo puras estrategias de marketing televisivas, nosotros, tan bellos, odiando el reguetón de principios de los dos mil para que luego viniera Karol G a demostrarnos que la música es un producto y no una esencia pura de identidad, como creíamos cuando escuchábamos Simple Plan y Green Day. Nosotros, los "oscuritos", los raros, los diferentes. Nosotros, tan bellos, sujetos a las reglas estrictas de la hegemonía cultural de los Estados Unidos de posguerra.

No me dispongo a hacer ensayos aquí que no me competen; solo sé que así se vive. La música, y sobre todo ella, me ha enseñado que los lugares comunes son pura memoria y que sin la memoria, la música misma pierde todo el sentido. Cantar es repetir y repetir es recordar. Y recordar lo cantado, cantar lo repetido, es vivir, es volver a lugares específicos de la realidad subjetiva anterior, almacenada a pedazos con emociones precisas. No es porque sean repetidos o destinados a las masas que los sonidos dejen de merecer lugares que satisfagan nuestra identidad, a quiénes somos; ya irá cualquiera otro después a buscar su nicho raro en el que sea capaz de sentirse más elevado. Ya irá después, claro, a ser el mismo hipster que disfruta a Karol G cuando la sociedad se lo exija. Y si no sucumbe a Karol G o a Drake, o a cualquier figura pop que venda muchos discos, estará muy lejos de disfrutar lo que se disfruta al ser parte de una tribu.

Nacemos para repetir sonidos y sin ese mero instinto seríamos incapaces de aprender un lenguaje, y sin lenguaje -cualquiera que este sea- no existe el amor ni el deseo. Y ya sin deseo, solo nos queda el puro instinto, que se le parece mucho más a la muerte que a otra cosa.

Vuelvo a "Nevermind" porque lo escuché por ahí en la calle, una calle abarrotada de discotecas y música popular. Ahora, ¿qué es Nirvana si no más que eso: otra canción de Peso Pluma, una canción de Rocío Dúrcal, una nueva canción de Shakira con más dembow y beat que guitarras? Volveré siempre, me verán volver, como si Kurt Cobain fuera el mismísimo Julio Jaramillo, al "Nevermind" de Nirvana. Otro día decidiré si vuelvo a "Appetite for Destruction" para darles la bienvenida a mi jungla, donde tenemos diversión, juegos y todo lo que tú necesitas.

📀 Todo suena.

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Karol Jaramillo by Demetrios Drystellas

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karol g + she/her + female – have you seen maria fernanda “ mafe ” jaramillo around los angeles? the twenty nine year old is usually jamming to pa que retozen by tego calderon. word around the city is that they’re enchanting, yet, they can also be vindictive, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a multi platinum recording artist and actress and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with their small pup lucho. when i think of them, i think of the hot pink tresses cascading down her back, the smell of chanel chance eau tendre and the usual glint of devil in her hues. let’s hope the city treats them good!

tw : mafia / crime / broken family / cartel life / death / murder.

maria fernanda " mafe " jarammilo was born on devils night ( or at lease thats what her grandmother used to say ) , born two minutes earlier than her twin brother at 3:00 am on october 31st, in medellin colombia. she was the first girl out of five boys , everyone who laid eyes on her enamored with the prized jewel of the jaramillo family. her life was anything but normal , being much more privileged than most of the people that she encountered , at a young age she didn't know much about , what it meant to be a jaramillo. she was aware that her family was well respected , never having to wait for anything , being fed from a gold spoon ( literally ) and having anything that her heart desired.when camilo was born , it was like she had her own personal little doll to play with. she adored him , with every being in her soul, protected him from her fathers righteous ways and her older brothers bullying , at the youngest jaramillo. she never thought that she could love someone as much as her little brother but as the grew older , she realized that having the last name jaramillo , wasn't all it was cracked out to be. though as she got older, she learned what would happen if anyone disrespected , anyone with the last name jaramillo, DEATH was the only revenge.

she was about twelve , when her eldest brother and her twin decided to go to business . she was in charge of making sure that everything was ready for their return, though what she didn't expect was to only welcome one brother back , the other one was gone : killed by the mexican cartels orders. since that moment everything changed , her mother decided that she didn't want the same life for her younger kids , especially not for camilo. pepa and herself , already had a taste and even though , she could level with it , violence was pepa's own vice : something that he could not quite quit . so that was it , their life in colombia had ended and miami it was. her father had some connections down here, people who still valued and idolized their family name , as crazy as it sounded.

music helped her deal with her life , it helped her sort of go to a world where their was an escape. where her life seemed just a very bad nightmare. miami was ideal but it wasn't colombia. she missed the food , she missed the people . god , she missed her ocean. on her fifteenth birthday , her mother wanted to do this big party for her. everyone who was someone , was going to show up. they were out looking through some ideas on what she wanted but nothing seemed to stick out to her , so they had one last party planner to meet with. as they were making their way to the car , mafe had forgotten her phone and decided to go back for it. it all happened in a split second , the loud BOOM echoed around her , smoke filling up her hues , the sharp noise that echoed in her ears seemed to distract her from looking for her mother. it wasn't until she looked for her that she saw the car up in flames. by the time she wanted to run and check on her mother, people were holding her back and the rest was simply a blur.

a lot of things changed for the whole family, sunday dinners had become meetings and there wasn't much life in the household. pepa and mafe decided to try their luck in the city of dreams and luckily enough , both of them were known for something more than just the cartel family. their faces changed peoples perspective of them , the twins were doing what they did best and that was putting on a show , a damn good one at that. it wasn't long til mafe met someone , this one took her for a loop. she thought that love could save her, and after just a few months they decided to marry. she thought this could save her, this could heal her but as the day came, she ran ----- she ran and never looked back. leaving the man that could have loved her, could have given her a good life but deep down she didn't need anyone to take care of her , she would do that all by herself.

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karol   g.   she/her.   female.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   maria-fernanda   jaramillo   ,   most   likely   listening   to TQG   by   karol   g   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-eight    year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -selfish   yet   loyal  to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   cherry   blossom   hair,   the   smell   of   chanel   chance   eau   tendre   , the   diamond   choker   wrapped   around   her   neck   and   tatted   up   thighs   , followed    by    blossom   by   dior   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   the   obvious   scandal   of   mafe   leaving   her   fiancee   at   the   alter    ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   . 

tw : mafia/murder/homicide/abandonment/family loss/ crime

maria fernanda " mafe " jaramillo was born on devils night ( or at least that's what her grandmother used to say ) , born two minutes earlier than her twin brother at 3:00 am on october 31st, in medellin colombia. she was the first girl out of five boys , everyone who laid eyes on her enamored with the prized jewel of the jaramillo family. her life was anything but normal , being much more privileged than most of the people that she encountered , at a young age she didn't know much about , what it meant to be a jaramillo. she was aware that her family was well respected , never having to wait for anything , being fed from a gold spoon ( literally ) and having anything that her heart desired.when camilo was born , it was like she had her own personal little doll to play with. she adored him , with every being in her soul, protected him from her fathers righteous ways and her older brothers bullying , at the youngest jaramillo. she never thought that she could love someone as much as her little brother but as the grew older , she realized that having the last name jaramillo , wasn't all it was cracked out to be. though as she got older, she learned what would happen if anyone disrespected , anyone with the last name jaramillo, DEATH was the only revenge.

she was about twelve , when her eldest brother and her twin decided to go to business . she was in charge of making sure that everything was ready for their return, though what she didn't expect was to only welcome one brother back , the other one was gone : killed by the mexican cartels orders. since that moment everything changed , her mother decided that she didn't want the same life for her younger kids , especially not for camilo. pepa and herself , already had a taste and even though , she could level with it , violence was pepa's own vice : something that he could not quite quit . so that was it , their life in colombia had ended and miami it was. her father had some connections down here, people who still valued and idolized their family name , as crazy as it sounded.

music helped her deal with her life , it helped her sort of go to a world where their was an escape. where her life seemed just a very bad nightmare. miami was ideal but it wasn't colombia. she missed the food , she missed the people . god , she missed her ocean. on her fifteenth birthday , her mother wanted to do this big party for her. everyone who was someone , was going to show up. they were out looking through some ideas on what she wanted but nothing seemed to stick out to her , so they had one last party planner to meet with. as they were making their way to the car , mafe had forgotten her phone and decided to go back for it. it all happened in a split second , the loud BOOM echoed around her , smoke filling up her hues , the sharp noise that echoed in her ears seemed to distract her from looking for her mother. it wasn't until she looked for her that she saw the car up in flames. by the time she wanted to run and check on her mother, people were holding her back and the rest was simply a blur.

a lot of things changed for the whole family, sunday dinners had become meetings and there wasn't much life in the household. pepa and mafe decided to try their luck in the city of dreams and luckily enough , both of them were known for something more than just the cartel family. their faces changed peoples perspective of them , the twins were doing what they did best and that was putting on a show , a damn good one at that. it wasn't long til mafe met someone , this one took her for a loop. she thought that love could save her, and after just a few months they decided to marry. she thought this could save her, this could heal her but as the day came, she ran ----- she ran and never looked back. leaving the man that could have loved her, could have given her a good life but deep down she didn't need anyone to take care of her , she would do that all by herself.

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excuse me did you see karol g hanging around palmwood studios? oh no, that was maria fernanda “mafe” jaramillo, the twenty-eight year old who plays charlotte o'brien on screeching queens. yeah, you know rumour has it they’re superficial and divaish, but their fans all say they’re honest and compassionate. the soundtrack to their life would probably be the hills by the weekend, and when i think of them, i think of the aroma of chanel ( eau tendre ), the diamond chocker glistening around her neck and colorful tresses, that change depending on her mood. ( cis female, she/her )

tw: mafia / murder / homicide / cartel / depression

maria fernanda " mafe " jaramillo was born on devils night ( or at lease thats what her grandmother used to say ) , born two minutes earlier than her twin brother at 10:00 pm on october 31st, in medellin colombia. she was the first girl out of five boys , everyone who laid eyes on her enamored with the prized jewel of the jaramillo family. her life was anything but normal , being much more privileged than most of the people that she encountered , at a young age she didn't know much about , what it meant to be a jaramillo. she was aware that her family was well respected , never having to wait for anything , being fed from a gold spoon ( literally ) and having anything that her heart desired.when camilo was born , it was like she had her own personal little doll to play with. she adored him , with every being in her soul, protected him from her fathers righteous ways and her older brothers bullying , at the youngest jaramillo. she never thought that she could love someone as much as her little brother but as the grew older , she realized that having the last name jaramillo , wasn't all it was cracked out to be. though as she got older, she learned what would happen if anyone disrespected , anyone with the last name jaramillo, DEATH was the only revenge.

she was about eleven , when her eldest brother and her twin decided to go to business . she was in charge of making sure that everything was ready for their return, though what she didn't expect was to only welcome one brother back , the other one was gone : killed by the mexican cartels orders. since that moment everything changed , her mother decided that she didn't want the same life for her younger kids , especially not for camilo. pepa and herself , already had a taste and even though , she could level with it , violence was pepa's own vice : something that he could not quite quit . so that was it , their life in colombia had ended and miami it was. her father had some connections down here, people who still valued and idolized their family name , as crazy as it sounded.

music helped her deal with her life , it helped her sort of go to a world where their was an escape. where her life seemed just a very bad nightmare. miami was ideal but it wasn't colombia. she missed the food , she missed the people . god , she missed her ocean. on her fifteenth birthday , her mother wanted to do this big party for her. everyone who was someone , was going to show up. they were out looking through some ideas on what she wanted but nothing seemed to stick out to her , so they had one last party planner to meet with. as they were making their way to the car , mafe had forgotten her phone and decided to go back for it. it all happened in a split second , the loud BOOM echoed around her , smoke filling up her hues , the sharp noise that echoed in her ears seemed to distract her from looking for her mother. it wasn't until she looked for her that she saw the car up in flames. by the time she wanted to run and check on her mother, people were holding her back and the rest was simply a blur.

alot of things changed for the whole family, sunday dinners had become meetings and there wasn't much life in the household. pepa and mafe decided to try their luck in the city of dreams and luckily enough , both of them were known for something more than just the cartel family. their faces changed peoples perspective of them , the twins were doing what they did best and that was putting on a show , a dam good one at that. pepa began acting in small things , while mafe was on billboards and shortly after became the face of dior. it wasn't until pepa began raving about palmwood that she decided to take a look into it , charlotte's character had her name all over it. it only took a few hours to get the callback and she was starring on palmwood, look out world :

HERE SHE COMES 🌸

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Carolina Jaramillo by © Demetrios Drystellas

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No te pierdas la ExpoSexmex el 19 de octubre en Expo Reforma, CDMX

El pasado lunes 23 de septiembre se realizó una conferencia de prensa en el Hotel Holiday Inn Trade Center, donde se compartieron detalles importantes sobre dos de los eventos más anticipados del año en el sector del entretenimiento para adultos en América Latina: la Expo Sexmex y los Eros Awards. La presentación estuvo a cargo de Memo Inclán, quien sustituyó a Fernando Draco, Director y Fundador de Sexmex.

Entre las actrices más reconocidas que asistieron a la conferencia y que participarán en los Premios Eros, se encuentran figuras destacadas como Haide Unique, ganadora de la renombrada competencia Mansión Sexmex, quien se ha establecido como una de las actrices más prometedoras del medio. También estuvieron presentes Jocessita, Emily Thorne, Nicole Zurich, Gatita Veve, Karol Jaramillo, Malena Doll, Angie Miller, y mucho más, todas con una notable trayectoria en el cine para adultos.

Sin lugar a dudas, la #ExpoSexmex y los #ErosAwards se posicionan como los eventos más significativos del entretenimiento para adultos en 2024, reafirmando la relevancia de la industria latinoamericana en el ámbito global.

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Karol Jaramillo