Life on Mars : let’s begin

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We’re in the midst of the economic crisis, everyone flees abroad, but the usual favored destinations su as London, Barcelona or Berlin did not appeal to me.
In Syria I would have felt a bit, jeopardized to say the least; in California they’re far too cool and blonde and in Antartica, depite my love for cold weather and snow, a mosses& lichen based menu wouldn’t have been to my liking.
And so I decided to go to out into the cosmos, precisely on Mars, mostly to see if there was anyone in outer space who wore crop tops in winter, white socks with sandals or photographed their legs in the sun, reminiscent of some kind of sausage.
I can say with certainty that there in fact is life on Mars, and that aliens out here sometimes dress badly, jumping into their closets as though sprinkled with glue and emerging as the worst fashion bloggers on earth.
Basically, fashion on Mars is no different than on Earth, but let’s begin.
Clearly I’m the only and sovereign colonizer of this planet , so what I will write will be my personal point of view to which I’ll apply no filters.
Mine will be a regime based solely on irony.
β˜…I’m not sure how often I’ll post, the wifi on Mars isn’t always great , but I’ll discuss the sick yet wonderful world of FASHION , the spells and magic that surrounds planet BEAUTY , the beauty and joy of FOOD , the fooling around commonly known by the cool kids as LIFESTYLE , in addition to my personal take on ART and MUSIC , being someone of a certain cultural level , I’ll include something about interiors aka HOUSE, so as to not forget the always important detergents full of nasty chemicals.