tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72388543674148773712023-11-16T19:12:09.422+01:00The moody diaryMoodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-55656828950811960052009-03-26T19:17:00.012+01:002009-03-27T01:58:07.511+01:00Ashamed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_RGJFOGROBidIblCcgT3HmHXVOnXd4iFDj2Y4938MXcOTsk2j4RTaOznF48-zpU9CXBLmt24Do8WMxafohO-XbkhR_cQhzipT-IfgO73Y0aac3Jxi4Tv8wQVqv90WJTtECrlm6tP2aY/s1600-h/lesley_vance3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_RGJFOGROBidIblCcgT3HmHXVOnXd4iFDj2Y4938MXcOTsk2j4RTaOznF48-zpU9CXBLmt24Do8WMxafohO-XbkhR_cQhzipT-IfgO73Y0aac3Jxi4Tv8wQVqv90WJTtECrlm6tP2aY/s400/lesley_vance3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317572215126910178" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">(Hedi Slimane)</span><br /><br />I haven't posted anything here for so long.<br />Shame on me.<br />I feel like hiding behing my hair.<br />I have good reasons for this though. First, fashion week killed me.<br />I was litteraly dead for a whole week. Spent entire days sleeping and went to my parent's house for the week-end. That's generally a good sign I'm deeply depressed.<br /><br />Then, fashion kind of bored me.<br />I mean... Lately I've been wondering if I still believed in fashion. It's horrible for me to say this, cause fashion is what my job in mainly made of, but see, with all this economical crisis going on - I AM OBSESSED YEAH - I feel like it's not OK to cry tears of joy in front of a YSL sequins jumpsuit - OH MY GOD did you see this gorgeouness ?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTo0t_8v0TFxwx3ThDbRrjUKYiENlY7f38qYHy1FmUdsvepA5mFBkYf09xTAWT2PSDYYQkCyq3eEg_3sKNbBf0xYvT47GoseC6AjvwyF8rupkXGLJVxW25uZu8WI6WiBYp2_kPHSLJo2I/s1600-h/Image+6.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTo0t_8v0TFxwx3ThDbRrjUKYiENlY7f38qYHy1FmUdsvepA5mFBkYf09xTAWT2PSDYYQkCyq3eEg_3sKNbBf0xYvT47GoseC6AjvwyF8rupkXGLJVxW25uZu8WI6WiBYp2_kPHSLJo2I/s400/Image+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317566113985174562" border="0" /></a>Sorry...<br />And anyways, there isn't much to cry tears of joy about.<br />I've been trying hard, though. I really meant to find something cool, fun, interessing, to write on this blog, fashion wise. So I bought a lot of magazines.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6TOV1XMXgQr9cTqsUvePKSp8FRJEpyeUvjC3RqwOzTzakvpILnaKFJ-htdeUAGSHnSOfG1bmIgi4-iV2jTuh_Kb6tKah7F2Vq1CK06Iw5QE6B2Uu-eZQsoFYHkQd3mW5YuIGWnusPtk/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6TOV1XMXgQr9cTqsUvePKSp8FRJEpyeUvjC3RqwOzTzakvpILnaKFJ-htdeUAGSHnSOfG1bmIgi4-iV2jTuh_Kb6tKah7F2Vq1CK06Iw5QE6B2Uu-eZQsoFYHkQd3mW5YuIGWnusPtk/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317566908834114898" border="0" /></a><br />I read them all.<br />No excitement. Nothing worth blogging. Except, maybe the Lakshmi Menon Dazed editorial, but everybody already mentionned it.<br />Last week I went shopping with a friend. Like, easy shopping, H&M, favorite thrift store ... Absolute boredom. The only suff I felt like buying was torn black leggings and oversized vintage t-shirts. And then I realized I could just tear up one of my hundreds black leggings and I already owned 869 vintage t-shirts.<br /><br />I thought to myself what's wrong with me ?<br />And realized I was just depressed.<br />By the Paris weather, by the titles in the newspapers, by the extinction of polar bears (I rent An unconvenient truth, the Al Gore documentary, the other night. I cried. Advice : don't see it if you're down, it will make you wanna kill yourself).<br />I am also depressed buy all kinds of family problems you don't want to hear about.<br />Let alone my unexisting love life.<br />I didn't say sex. I said love.<br /><br />Anyways. I realized I was depressed and so I decided to do the only thing to do when one feels really down : www.topshop.com<br /><br />Here is the result.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbDJFTD0KiV7eE_YbEs_HgOnbMvPIqToqhs3TUOZbhaRw5bpqpEHZnJd99iSd4z1C_BP_HwmXK7CgrH78Wo80YSdJaaCkOFWgSK3qAUxKRtL0S32EmOqedtn6AXuturx36fK2T9IwXTlE/s1600-h/Image+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbDJFTD0KiV7eE_YbEs_HgOnbMvPIqToqhs3TUOZbhaRw5bpqpEHZnJd99iSd4z1C_BP_HwmXK7CgrH78Wo80YSdJaaCkOFWgSK3qAUxKRtL0S32EmOqedtn6AXuturx36fK2T9IwXTlE/s400/Image+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317568824458255330" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39vWFoeF7jo-rpT7CkMoC5FH1X_RNoB3QtxSkv1iRYA3qJQfyN6hQDdH_coyg_HT2RKyeJlGlLvLdREN5oL4HuE4MGcW3QvNm-Ycq3q-0vQzK6md84w1YKIavRHUHOKNblSIDL1tmiPw/s1600-h/Image+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39vWFoeF7jo-rpT7CkMoC5FH1X_RNoB3QtxSkv1iRYA3qJQfyN6hQDdH_coyg_HT2RKyeJlGlLvLdREN5oL4HuE4MGcW3QvNm-Ycq3q-0vQzK6md84w1YKIavRHUHOKNblSIDL1tmiPw/s400/Image+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317568949173662498" border="0" /></a>(You can tell I'm not Ok by the absolute randomness of the sizes I ordered. )<br /><br />Ok so the belt is like a belt version of the YSL cage shoes, and I feel like dying when I think about how it will look when I pair it to my vintage leather dress. I think the beaded blue scarf is crazy and very me. The striped tunic is just so similar to the one that got stolen in my housewarming party a year ago - Yes. I know. That and a vintage cheetah print dress and a fake quilted Chanel bag and a scarf I just loved. I cried for weeks, but it's only material. The one shoulder dress and the bandage grey skirt look very Herve Leger to me and I feel excited.... And I don't really know what happened to me with the pink acid wash cropped t-shirt, it was an impulse.<br /><br />I am now 200 € lighter, and you know what ? I feel better.<br />This, my friends, proves fashion still works. I am the living proof that consuming is a feel-good activity. That getting new clothes can make your life prettier, and that therefore, in spite of the crisis and all, the fashion industry is not going to die right away, and I will keep my job for a little while.<br />And most of all, I'll keep on blogging. Cause, even when I have nothing to say, the result after a few minutes talking to you guys is : I feel so much better.<br />xoxoMoodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-24026463681988902222009-03-12T16:38:00.009+01:002009-03-27T02:01:55.759+01:00Trippin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wlU79fbGl5Nj0m6kDj1oBAyY-I2X_PKtii_DT9M0DSnPXt3xFAboC9QgLdhBTNHIC9GgfsxzVLzZzX4wEjLbIHpH6rTW1MRZ57Qgu9COFBV9oDgvhcDD9np6YPdzkc3VoTdvKe2lwpE/s1600-h/85345738.preview.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wlU79fbGl5Nj0m6kDj1oBAyY-I2X_PKtii_DT9M0DSnPXt3xFAboC9QgLdhBTNHIC9GgfsxzVLzZzX4wEjLbIHpH6rTW1MRZ57Qgu9COFBV9oDgvhcDD9np6YPdzkc3VoTdvKe2lwpE/s400/85345738.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312326196621830290" border="0" /></a>Not me.<br />Fashion.<br />And Karlie Kloss at McQueen's.<br />Fashion is facing so many contradictions it looks as if it was about to trip and fall, face against the ground, any minute.<br />It seems the economical crisis is the biggest challenge this weird industry has ever had to face.<br />I mean who is going to buy the <a href="http://www.fashionologie.com/2916178">50.000 $ Balenciaga top </a>? A couple of Russian billionaires ? And then, what next ? The shows will take place in museums where us common people will be able to admire and analyse this thing called couture, remembering how our grand-mothers used to be able to afford at least a couple of pieces a year ?<br />The over-clever Musée du Textile curator Olivier Saillard told me recently that fashion was about to turn into a discipline, like contemporary art, getting a lot of media attention, but not consumed.<br />So what's left to do for the designers ?<br />Be really crazy and take fashion as an art, a big show, almost a joke ?<br />That's obviously what McQueen chose to do with his crazy circus.<br />That's probably what Jean-Charles de Castelbajac chose to do too. This designer has never been acclaimed by the fashion people. He even became totally "ringard" a dozen of years ago. But his humouristic, open-minded, political and sarcastic vision of fashion seduced many trend-setters, wanabe celebrities and cool kids in Paris. He is the only designer I know that communicates directly with the public on facebook.<br />Anyways his show was clever. No Zahm, Wintour or Roitfeld was there, but the room was packed with an original, crazy-looking, young hipster crowd that rushed on the catwalk at the end of the show to get a grip of the Obama bills the models threw in the air during the Finale.<br />Noone thinks his Wharol dress is sharp, stylish or futuristic. It's just funny and so accurate.<br />The designer endorses his role as an artist. As an artist, he's here to give emotion, analysis and his vision of society.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDps3lJ16SCU3xtpxLh5SO_iRvEFeTjAc07aWvH80OjnJsnNwGsRTnIA9tb4o9fJFdhy0I09QpXRHPj6yvY9lRG7DqOsYAVeq7NxNPQl3_a0atVKJhKAi-x9NDg3dZHXCiPT1pgsl8y3o/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDps3lJ16SCU3xtpxLh5SO_iRvEFeTjAc07aWvH80OjnJsnNwGsRTnIA9tb4o9fJFdhy0I09QpXRHPj6yvY9lRG7DqOsYAVeq7NxNPQl3_a0atVKJhKAi-x9NDg3dZHXCiPT1pgsl8y3o/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312329568713995010" border="0" /></a>What about the rest ?<br />Well the rest, the ones who still haven't understood that fashion for the next few years will all be about DIY and thrifting, they are just trying VERY VERY hard to be bankable. They just wish they could sell a lot of pieces to buyers. And the buyers need garantees it's gonna work. So what do they do ? They redo Balmain and Givenchy fw 08, cause it was the last thing that worked. And I think if I ever see another pair of <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >leather slim pants, black wedges boots, panther print, fur details, torn tights, studs or pagoda shoulders,</span> I might as well <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >throw up.</span><br />And black, black, black, black everywhere.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeuy4Wwp3gcU450wrqj4EjuVenlTDVc45O4_VkL5nf92Wws06rn98Oz-vIRBjyYSkqOVolWMfANfD0RzXbj62mxhw7gYzgFS49VXVFufYSwVQr-kpGH7wBW02Rt_cuOicrzNLn4y-OOEM/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeuy4Wwp3gcU450wrqj4EjuVenlTDVc45O4_VkL5nf92Wws06rn98Oz-vIRBjyYSkqOVolWMfANfD0RzXbj62mxhw7gYzgFS49VXVFufYSwVQr-kpGH7wBW02Rt_cuOicrzNLn4y-OOEM/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312331134923953234" border="0" /></a>Can't even remember where this is from. They are all SO SIMILAR.<br />People are tired. There are now fewer VIPs than street style photographers at the shows and even the most fashion-crazy bloggers are getting bored. <a href="http://www.garancedore.fr/2009/03/12/creatures-of-comfort/">Garance</a>, <a href="http://julystars.blogspot.com/2009/03/fashion-infatuation.html">July</a>, <a href="http://www.stylebubble.co.uk/style_bubble/2009/03/the-ambiguity-of-it-all-and-wtf-is-wrong-with-me.html">Susie</a>... They all call for inovation, creativity, confort, sensibility.<br />There was another option this season : designing such an ugly collection that the most beautiful thing on the show was this :<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Pl3mrtMPn9CBiuLGehRpwnj8W493FBnALaQwDeM0MSaCt9XC83Ya9mnSdB0CQeUYKYA9b-vWs8EalHThOE4HW0PfxVwk-LNnzhKf2fcHw0ch7ZQBMD6oseNfnGaJCOy9TUdaRm7Q1iQ/s1600-h/IMG_0001_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Pl3mrtMPn9CBiuLGehRpwnj8W493FBnALaQwDeM0MSaCt9XC83Ya9mnSdB0CQeUYKYA9b-vWs8EalHThOE4HW0PfxVwk-LNnzhKf2fcHw0ch7ZQBMD6oseNfnGaJCOy9TUdaRm7Q1iQ/s400/IMG_0001_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312333861892541250" border="0" /></a>And whoever doesn't realize Lara looks like a birthday cake on this should get a new pair of glasses.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHE0emwoPMYzF8FBxyjBIK6QFdfreTYJoIzd_LcEpiVc7wJlp8CaESm9T1zm-1h6oIBK39_t2vs_QkEh9Pp1051oGDL-zz3nmtLnkkWCtu_TEldI9XSShRDoG2XflE_rzYn7OLtMzhI4/s1600-h/Chanel-RF9-0133.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHE0emwoPMYzF8FBxyjBIK6QFdfreTYJoIzd_LcEpiVc7wJlp8CaESm9T1zm-1h6oIBK39_t2vs_QkEh9Pp1051oGDL-zz3nmtLnkkWCtu_TEldI9XSShRDoG2XflE_rzYn7OLtMzhI4/s400/Chanel-RF9-0133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312337926472147874" border="0" /></a><br />I mean WHY pink wool ???<br />The only thing Chanel did right this season, is this party rue Cambon, where I got a chance to dance with Milla, noticed that Kate Moss was really getting fat(ter), Lilly Allen drunk(er) and Jefferson Hack hot(ter).<br />There was an incredible fashion climax when I climbed up to Mademoiselle Coco's private appartment where Karl Lagerfeld, the Mulleavy Sis' (Rodarte), Suzy Menkes and Colette's Sarah Lerfel where chatting on Coco's mythic sofa. Anyone weaker than me might have fashion ODed at this very moment.<br />As I walked down, Lilly and Raquel where dancing and I wondered how they could still be that happy and healthy after four fashion weeks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0J9Lj4n2_6rauW40LxRXNZMjKwRzAjVjHXwOgRjSgzYW5y2j6puFzX0T7r6NRfppmzISobLlWaoKOZVzeoi47N__7eXaHnhEWuinodSxJlypbCTViH9On3_-46uX-5Qv6Mx4Sgn3rR4/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0J9Lj4n2_6rauW40LxRXNZMjKwRzAjVjHXwOgRjSgzYW5y2j6puFzX0T7r6NRfppmzISobLlWaoKOZVzeoi47N__7eXaHnhEWuinodSxJlypbCTViH9On3_-46uX-5Qv6Mx4Sgn3rR4/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312335182113459410" border="0" /></a>My secret crush ignored me cause there were too many models in the room and I therefore became quite irrelevant.<br />From that moment, as I was just finishing up my eighth glass of champagne, everything became blurry.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKio2wSJzXpNOmrxHVXQRUvHA47E9YSqcARfzgZe31P3q-9-mRJwG0kA24P4Kl2cPE-t1usE33yzBEgYh9oTSj_1T1SnxtzCkWTMaOYl6TxVcrA2Ktzxy0jvHqC_DeqTkOsk_1HQXGsgU/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKio2wSJzXpNOmrxHVXQRUvHA47E9YSqcARfzgZe31P3q-9-mRJwG0kA24P4Kl2cPE-t1usE33yzBEgYh9oTSj_1T1SnxtzCkWTMaOYl6TxVcrA2Ktzxy0jvHqC_DeqTkOsk_1HQXGsgU/s400/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312336811786786434" border="0" /></a><br />I left the place with my best friend, skipped the Castelbajac aftershow at Baron, the Kate Moss appearance at Montana, and had a huge entrecôte, with french fries, in a shitty restaurant open all night on the Champs Elysée, with my red lipstick and 15 cm heels.<br />That was the best moment of my fashion week.Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-26216717859529541282009-03-07T12:28:00.013+01:002009-03-07T16:10:51.804+01:00Stuck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cCKBYPa69M0Ui6it5jyUNLMwVMfWxOLGR-F5Z2lcwzt3XHbIiFcIaq4qsnzI6delSCHQg7ez-Ko5a69xZJ6QZY_eYS0iu968oDo-PI4AFP8IHlu8r3MfdXCmch8FUr98UEB0CB46MQM/s1600-h/YSL+SS+08+by+Inez+et+Vinood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 521px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cCKBYPa69M0Ui6it5jyUNLMwVMfWxOLGR-F5Z2lcwzt3XHbIiFcIaq4qsnzI6delSCHQg7ez-Ko5a69xZJ6QZY_eYS0iu968oDo-PI4AFP8IHlu8r3MfdXCmch8FUr98UEB0CB46MQM/s400/YSL+SS+08+by+Inez+et+Vinood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310406401956346434" border="0" /></a><br />LET ME OUT !<br />I DON'T WANT TO BE A FASHION VICTIM !<br /><br />There's something a little scary about Paris fashion week. This profusion of shows, people and parties is not normal. No normal person would be able to follow that crazy rythm. My days - even though they start around noon, which means I miss all the morning shows, but that's kind of their problem - my days feel like weeks to my poor little tired body and mind.<br />But thank god I am high...<br />High on fashion.<br />A famous fashion guru whose name I've already mentionned here (I don't want to write it down too often cause you might find out I'm kind of secretly in love with him) told me yesterday night that I have a "naive" view on fashion. I guess he is right.<br />I can love a monacal black velvet Lanvin dress enough to take 6 pictures of it in a row - blurry artistic picture though, have a look at this amazingness on style.com, it's the last passage.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20EtKSS757HLfkU2x_8SE9PKnpMZSs5gSKiDzCM6aHifJ6wi4VUoDnLoK0yxzAGiH4VfakusyM7v19yJaAKRGwPGRuyY0-vC60i_25ftAoAO6vPr29EwciIXYsx9kecnoVD6gSQMsVP0/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20EtKSS757HLfkU2x_8SE9PKnpMZSs5gSKiDzCM6aHifJ6wi4VUoDnLoK0yxzAGiH4VfakusyM7v19yJaAKRGwPGRuyY0-vC60i_25ftAoAO6vPr29EwciIXYsx9kecnoVD6gSQMsVP0/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310409012795322018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs27Yxb8k7uF6O6zVOTk4bGdLYjipj7vIAw6tY1yelXqYKs7l4CCE2BGPoKSIwqFYi-RwHfcyZ-7DTkIBvAfoQduZveBQYbxd6TIW3xGTU4kk1pdTWhl_4VUGx1HAsSPMf5vstsVS_zWE/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8T9bj9U59wXMpZ_iRo0F3wOpaGHc41gQ5EI2doLGMDKeSclrDj129BysMiphL5eJZ-mzx1gPgAlt5XFXRRD6UWDYVRQrfGTL3JXt84zfAlBd6mrynTjQJaWsmsE2asN-P0lAdyBU_W8/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310409605183374818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJC8omXpZRiaP2KGDII2IfX2GRvRBq0uxzuLLOuVzE3WbJ0uJ9ijXfQ9H0xxO9JOchcR1uCfZbT1p_afKlgvmDFJMacV8VLtnPt3LLEqpV92Xno11EwFSt9Yx-L8H2vIiVXJXirgbGwGA/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJC8omXpZRiaP2KGDII2IfX2GRvRBq0uxzuLLOuVzE3WbJ0uJ9ijXfQ9H0xxO9JOchcR1uCfZbT1p_afKlgvmDFJMacV8VLtnPt3LLEqpV92Xno11EwFSt9Yx-L8H2vIiVXJXirgbGwGA/s400/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310409793549281122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaazc7VXH_czkSIgVBKpq4yJhFZo8DdXBFeKa4QF1oZX_36u7uIDiwTWM_e3JMAHXI7IwQaaMFDInvms2gaYjs_d_zMMJwyartv52Xi0_Gwv57oMvdBBRlVpHLogZl2I6kwjybIxPg_Vg/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaazc7VXH_czkSIgVBKpq4yJhFZo8DdXBFeKa4QF1oZX_36u7uIDiwTWM_e3JMAHXI7IwQaaMFDInvms2gaYjs_d_zMMJwyartv52Xi0_Gwv57oMvdBBRlVpHLogZl2I6kwjybIxPg_Vg/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310409971989907906" border="0" /></a>(check out that this time I got a very decent seating !)<br /><br />I love fashion enough to be excited to steal a picture of Carine Roitfeld running out of the show.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XV3jPamy3T4vL_mJGGxEjaeCDjPHsulGsXc4FlUS5oo9rRyigidpb7krexgcF3qHYmmqSWZB78lmszww9dpQL2aeLm9uMTRXTCKRKOGwfGqU7-SoMWDhnv1BSXlfiDNpgTHWLvWibaU/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XV3jPamy3T4vL_mJGGxEjaeCDjPHsulGsXc4FlUS5oo9rRyigidpb7krexgcF3qHYmmqSWZB78lmszww9dpQL2aeLm9uMTRXTCKRKOGwfGqU7-SoMWDhnv1BSXlfiDNpgTHWLvWibaU/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310410557356145218" border="0" /></a>OK.<br />I mean Carine Roitfeld's back, running out of the show....<br />You cannot immagine how excited everybody was about the Lanvin défilé. It was a suspended moment, out of time, out of space, those splendid heavy strapped sharp black and shiny silhouettes walking for what seemed a second or ages on the wet black tarmac... Those exagerated gold jewels, those weapon shoes, those belted drapée. I felt shivers all over my arms. I really did. That only happened to me once before. Lanvin ss O9.<br />Anyways Lanvin was great. And unfortunately you can't tell what a moment of poetry was the Margiela show on this pic.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbH4lyEPfFmicwT7YjNUi_RJ-J48hf0WA60vD6ki4tepGhC_roqjDM18I9J-IOKDSMkpWCNEWPlAoujmcfteGCPUYdshYdOrAWjuEyoIUONp-3ADWKMizMcH9dSV_pEh3Hj1s3cKlMWZg/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbH4lyEPfFmicwT7YjNUi_RJ-J48hf0WA60vD6ki4tepGhC_roqjDM18I9J-IOKDSMkpWCNEWPlAoujmcfteGCPUYdshYdOrAWjuEyoIUONp-3ADWKMizMcH9dSV_pEh3Hj1s3cKlMWZg/s400/IMG_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310411754386807874" border="0" /></a>I can't find a close-up of the shoes on style.com... They were amazing half-stilettos, half-wedges.<br />I ended up with the show of a girl I really love, Andrea Crews. I love her amazon, jungle warrior, gothic princess, punk godess vision of woman.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-x4SHWcudJvFkvBQE59Cly1gF1wbbys4wBkBsN-EjO8dmGdxLSRRoOpRJcqn1ZaoNlmMm8e2hMIFaVRoGviOL8FGYA6cJhRYUQQcMvHjM3WGDus8lZBuHbJg3eSls4P0pAin0IZU8IOY/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 355px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-x4SHWcudJvFkvBQE59Cly1gF1wbbys4wBkBsN-EjO8dmGdxLSRRoOpRJcqn1ZaoNlmMm8e2hMIFaVRoGviOL8FGYA6cJhRYUQQcMvHjM3WGDus8lZBuHbJg3eSls4P0pAin0IZU8IOY/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310412646805311890" border="0" /></a>After that, it was 22.30 and I was already starting to get drunk. Yeah, you know, the little glass of cherry liquor at Lanvin, the glass of red wine at Margiela, the Vitamin Water - vodka cocktail at Andrea Crews.... See, that is the secret of fashion people who are able to keep on partying after a whole full crazy day of shows. They get drunk. I got drunk.<br />So I kept on partying.<br />Went to this new very exclusive place in Saint Germain called le Montana. There were so many celebrities I would feel guilty to name them, like I am violating the founding rules of a secret club. Anyways most of them are french and you really don't care. That thing is totally crazy. It is a full open bar. Drunk drunk and drunker.<br />Everybody ended up at le Baron where a compact fashion crowd was queuing outside hoping to get into the night temple and stare for a little while at the models and editors dancing their tiring day away on the dance floor. I sneaked in immediatly. This place is a second home to me.<br />The atmosphere inside was wet and electric. It was 3.30 am and I realized that from that very minute, people would not be able to say anything coherent, and would not remember what happened from now on the next day. So I just left, without saying goodbye of course. Noone is supposed to know when you went to bed. Actually you're kind of supposed to never go to bed.<br />I escaped fashion for a few hours.<br />I am about to dive naïvely in it again.<br />It's 1 pm. My hungover brain is now high on Advil, and I have to rush for the Jeremy Scott show.<br />xxxMoodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-72829863464967471282009-03-04T11:07:00.015+01:002009-03-04T11:46:20.457+01:00Dévastée<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwv9vYriCTLjnbc6gKv2BTMuBrkZwv5TncenvOQ2QF8LzxUtCqU2PgPeb-_SM90LpvnIb1-roAQZ21JSLn_MwtwnFj_n__TSprvMbG6q1CL21kV5oeRc4LMSQum9xjUIFq4iLZi_EKuQ/s1600-h/Daria+by+Mario+Sorenti+Vogue+paris+aout+08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwv9vYriCTLjnbc6gKv2BTMuBrkZwv5TncenvOQ2QF8LzxUtCqU2PgPeb-_SM90LpvnIb1-roAQZ21JSLn_MwtwnFj_n__TSprvMbG6q1CL21kV5oeRc4LMSQum9xjUIFq4iLZi_EKuQ/s400/Daria+by+Mario+Sorenti+Vogue+paris+aout+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309272302611696514" border="0" /></a><br />Argh.<br />Tired tired tired.<br />And upset and fed up with a lot of stuff.<br />Fashion week is starting today in Paris. Crazy week.<br />I need energy now !!!<br />But first let me tell you about my last day in Principe de Savoia.<br />I was so bored, I was working on this big piece I had to give on Monday. It was 2 am and I was DYING for a cigarette. So I decided I would just go down in the lobby and find one. I was weraing wool stockings and a big grey sweater. I had taken my make-up off, and my hair was all messy, almost dirty. I looked like anything but a cool fashion editor in a luxury hotel. I looked more like a teenager on a pajamas party. I first ran into this cute 25 year old little DJ boy who flirted with me for a while and offered me to smoke a joint with him in his room. I was about to say yes, when I ran into this crowd :<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCt2VXHCECGGpPfWwShjmGPmaxouGs5VBijJkpzGbBizd97jcwnBpuuAXMDH87xhcB-QbOW9ZOqGftmMn9gMlnFukcWIelsdgIO7Qv7jmB_BHUrpEyZM_hDnEmUq4m9hRM9F5t8D9LC_8/s1600-h/ZXWEjgG0Pkloau36gwC9VIT1o1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCt2VXHCECGGpPfWwShjmGPmaxouGs5VBijJkpzGbBizd97jcwnBpuuAXMDH87xhcB-QbOW9ZOqGftmMn9gMlnFukcWIelsdgIO7Qv7jmB_BHUrpEyZM_hDnEmUq4m9hRM9F5t8D9LC_8/s400/ZXWEjgG0Pkloau36gwC9VIT1o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309273804246253602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Photo courtesy Purple Diary)</span> </span><br />They all were in such a good mood they really didn't care I was wearing pajamas, and I ended up shaking hands with Emmanuelle Alt and Mario Sorrenti in my wool stockings and stained - shit!! - grey sweater.<br />Tbe night then became really crazy. I should censor it here, though. I never came back to work. Olivier Zham, Milla Jovovich, two different hotel rooms and a joint rolled by a young boy are involved. I went to sleep round 7 am. It was fun. Really fun. And all this fun happened in my pajamas, and without a single drop of alcohol. Which is kind of a miracle.<br />On the next day, or, better said, three hours later, I was wearing my H&M dress that looks a lot like a Jil Sander and going on with my Milan fashion week activities.<br />I got obsessed by the shoes at the Dolce Gabanna show :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9MAqeGzPJVcq0VTZrkKyZPpXTxwZdpwxEX4Q4zjZkC0FRGBFYxfLCXUuVfKIzltRtWfHnsDFCNmiulZsUyJyeVi9zaVBTlVE_xcnvfxF884Hn3D_l2cZnZmsKlbH17_EevphbSi0Doe8/s1600-h/01210t.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9MAqeGzPJVcq0VTZrkKyZPpXTxwZdpwxEX4Q4zjZkC0FRGBFYxfLCXUuVfKIzltRtWfHnsDFCNmiulZsUyJyeVi9zaVBTlVE_xcnvfxF884Hn3D_l2cZnZmsKlbH17_EevphbSi0Doe8/s320/01210t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309276877773153058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAoMiB8aJq4tFMmD24Eob2o37bfN9tEgBgI2fQTMAJbZIzMiB_PrYd0FJCEvVfS0OPp1xgtimHL6__yNaYXKwH6nrY7HgNdMgtXDXMJlLYNCAb4WeG0w_6SALR7Jc9HwqMCLnnTVLTNbc/s1600-h/00890t.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAoMiB8aJq4tFMmD24Eob2o37bfN9tEgBgI2fQTMAJbZIzMiB_PrYd0FJCEvVfS0OPp1xgtimHL6__yNaYXKwH6nrY7HgNdMgtXDXMJlLYNCAb4WeG0w_6SALR7Jc9HwqMCLnnTVLTNbc/s320/00890t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309276823138977074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidnEWgNhTlUnwzc1Tg1Is-q3DShU4iHpAevI2eYnXUxkVPGz4ezvAu2J98BVBTbx8tbSkLUBLBEzVdI_g-Hhfa-lyw3UrzkNkI4O8t6kPs7JrVrqNmfxehGCngbEELdqnKBr9MiNN-RY/s1600-h/00760t.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidnEWgNhTlUnwzc1Tg1Is-q3DShU4iHpAevI2eYnXUxkVPGz4ezvAu2J98BVBTbx8tbSkLUBLBEzVdI_g-Hhfa-lyw3UrzkNkI4O8t6kPs7JrVrqNmfxehGCngbEELdqnKBr9MiNN-RY/s320/00760t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309276776106109538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmC8VgrI1GzHpdPRTblpevFsakHF1qFLguKgaBzZqhyphenhyphen8IxsVRlakTeGihyphenhyphen14PGPiXyySVIliF0_kiZNNDq2Ead4UT2AwLTp-ry2-9Jo2ms61nzuR16Y7HtEvPz2a4zgrwHsedP3-UL6QM/s1600-h/00680t.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmC8VgrI1GzHpdPRTblpevFsakHF1qFLguKgaBzZqhyphenhyphen8IxsVRlakTeGihyphenhyphen14PGPiXyySVIliF0_kiZNNDq2Ead4UT2AwLTp-ry2-9Jo2ms61nzuR16Y7HtEvPz2a4zgrwHsedP3-UL6QM/s320/00680t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309276732933491042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYD_6huTtB_Ya1eoGM4DSGwuit2wrEYoFFxv9-Xf7oKs9u37mxvE8BD7VYO8eFaUhoMJzRgMPa6eiygLEKsVZk-4E5uhcc0srphySGNur68xP1l6dPoRXpSEGFPj1pTRSVUpWrbzX6ZGs/s1600-h/00390t.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYD_6huTtB_Ya1eoGM4DSGwuit2wrEYoFFxv9-Xf7oKs9u37mxvE8BD7VYO8eFaUhoMJzRgMPa6eiygLEKsVZk-4E5uhcc0srphySGNur68xP1l6dPoRXpSEGFPj1pTRSVUpWrbzX6ZGs/s320/00390t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309276668773174770" border="0" /></a>aaaaaaahhhhhhhh.....<br />Thought the Finale was a little "too much" :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusYAUFb-SV3MHO6UoE_mUDETla3JTN-5Xnlcxvi36ymDT1dpDQLCFKPDZxpETauiVf4VaxuYVBHr3AKWx1okEuG0lYjNFmQGD7UxGR-qV41kDDWvoORc5ZykFVYB2ffar3CDQnqBBFL8/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusYAUFb-SV3MHO6UoE_mUDETla3JTN-5Xnlcxvi36ymDT1dpDQLCFKPDZxpETauiVf4VaxuYVBHr3AKWx1okEuG0lYjNFmQGD7UxGR-qV41kDDWvoORc5ZykFVYB2ffar3CDQnqBBFL8/s400/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309279871405115282" border="0" /></a>(Shit. In this photo you can totally see that I am no first row at all. )<br /><br />And flew back to Paris.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpJ7j_6GEJsyPnJsiogUXkO5nCTkBsE356pmpD7kZV1b2v0ZRSrNdipiMOFywB0aNUVy5BLmjzipdHkB3x30KvJUSOhWFuLECieTODFKvZJd3ZtO9d9sNwHoSbqUsboc_izo5OoiQVXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpJ7j_6GEJsyPnJsiogUXkO5nCTkBsE356pmpD7kZV1b2v0ZRSrNdipiMOFywB0aNUVy5BLmjzipdHkB3x30KvJUSOhWFuLECieTODFKvZJd3ZtO9d9sNwHoSbqUsboc_izo5OoiQVXQ/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309281268789342482" border="0" /></a>(Actually I am cheating, this was taken on my way there but I love the Evian bottle effect of it!)<br /><br />Back in Paris, I realized my two best friends were fighting over a man, my almost boyfriend hated me for wanting independance in our couple, my bosses wanted my article NOW, and I was so tired. So I worked and worked, tried to handle my hysteric friends, cried with my almost boyfriend on the phone and slept nine hours twice.<br />Today. Well today is Paris fashion week starting.<br />I don't have any invites for Gareth Pugh.<br />I am not that cool. But I was the crazy pajama girl of the Principe di Savoia, and that's cooler.<br />I want to see the <a href="http://devastee.free.fr/happiness.html">Devastée</a> show. It fits my state of mind perfectly. Devastated.Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-74781289440283046062009-03-01T17:51:00.004+01:002009-03-01T17:59:50.845+01:00Italian sunday afternoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCKGY5NoedRKr_4Xwpn9pUba9kgyChyphenhyphenYiPXWcI3SvLc5k3e08kKPKFPsWduwSUBWZT5dFenSo4D03IZHaVYCJWw0Mzm7U6K6cM4cYLJS1OrpVAtryDW508ugSkVMWJOsbrwKDTcCXPEXo/s1600-h/IMG00722.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 401px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCKGY5NoedRKr_4Xwpn9pUba9kgyChyphenhyphenYiPXWcI3SvLc5k3e08kKPKFPsWduwSUBWZT5dFenSo4D03IZHaVYCJWw0Mzm7U6K6cM4cYLJS1OrpVAtryDW508ugSkVMWJOsbrwKDTcCXPEXo/s400/IMG00722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308263225339100466" border="0" /></a>- Pixie is HOT on the cover of Italian Vogue. Steven Meisel again.<br /><br />- I do bangles piling lately and I think it's pretty cool, especially with my fat Chanel bangle (top left, but you can't see the logo).<br /><br />- I wear my mom's glasses, straight from the 80's, that I adapted to my view, and a italian fashion editor asked me this morning if it was <a href="http://www.cutlerandgross.com/">Cutler and Gross... </a><br /><br />- The only make up I brought here is my Dioshow mascara and Givenchy prisme blush, and I think I could live a whole life on these only.<br /><br />-Love the old furniture of the hotel.<br /><br />- Sorry this is a phone photo<br /><br />- I'm running out of cashews<br /><br />xxxMoodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-31867646891338248522009-02-28T22:00:00.006+01:002009-02-28T23:57:03.326+01:00Principe di Savoia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBVdt0C5xVzOqTGPsQEr8Z0H9odEKvVcmtyWp9ItE5Z9ewPzLrWLNCsNkNurgEHNZLRslld9U7T8kmQg3U-AOkZdpFw16_vUEivcY4lqWCnWnmdnFyvudoOHAcCAQz5mZJ8zVG24fjCY/s1600-h/fass_meisel_17_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBVdt0C5xVzOqTGPsQEr8Z0H9odEKvVcmtyWp9ItE5Z9ewPzLrWLNCsNkNurgEHNZLRslld9U7T8kmQg3U-AOkZdpFw16_vUEivcY4lqWCnWnmdnFyvudoOHAcCAQz5mZJ8zVG24fjCY/s400/fass_meisel_17_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307956097574112546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Steven Meisel - March 2009 W</span></span><br /><br />I am lucky but I am bored.<br />I did the hot bath already, and ate all the cashew nuts from the mini-bar. I always eat the cashew nuts from the mini-bar first thing when I get in an hotel room. Private ritual. I just ordered room-service. A salad an a glass of wine. I am not hungry, just bored. Italian TV sucks and there is not a single page of style.com I haven't seen twice at least today. They charge 24 euros a day for internet connexion and a pay-per-view movie is 18 euros !<br />Anyways.<br />Sometimes, being alone in a luxury hotel feels like the top of the world to me. A Lost in Translation experience. I am so able to see myself as the heroine of a movie called My Life. Sometimes.<br />Today I can't. I feel like loud music, drunk friend and stilettos that kill your feet. I could just dress up, go out and party ? I brought cool outfits, just in case. In case this guy would have wanted to take me out to fw parties. He just texted me he was stuck at a dinner. Which means he probably is hanging out with a few models.<br />Maybe I should call this hot lesbian girl I know from Paris and met in the lobby earlier ?<br />Have to work early tomorrow though.<br />I'm still hungover from last night. One of those crazy Baron nights you don't remember the last few hours from. Don't know how I even got to Milan today.<br />I miss Paris.<br />Is writing about my life compatible with the anonymous blogger status ?<br />Sigh.<br />Boredom.<br />Sigh.<br />Bad mood alert.<br />More from the Meisel W editorial ?<br />OK.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRDYBu8t4MObKLWZo8Z3XfrPx6qjJdURj6GK-LpiG89IxleZoKNzCXLfg9R4VETvHYNozwTyARr7dRvsC8ro2e9aM1yX55Ygwcl3hGOV1JcqJYdrNCosfvl9zzYpDKBkrODQCoOGE_Pc/s1600-h/fass_meisel_14_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRDYBu8t4MObKLWZo8Z3XfrPx6qjJdURj6GK-LpiG89IxleZoKNzCXLfg9R4VETvHYNozwTyARr7dRvsC8ro2e9aM1yX55Ygwcl3hGOV1JcqJYdrNCosfvl9zzYpDKBkrODQCoOGE_Pc/s400/fass_meisel_14_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307962612844949858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwTL4zPY7I-vdDgAH8Z1-wY9dggJVMNokHPJ8l7wcMh99gRIifNhmFh2MKmXWDmP58IPL2hosGwO2d2Y0zOzup7NJOUYJvNm_AQYhK2FCfsjDiWdkPAYPO_gBpCxxEFvfSQhmeLq11Vs/s1600-h/fass_meisel_12_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwTL4zPY7I-vdDgAH8Z1-wY9dggJVMNokHPJ8l7wcMh99gRIifNhmFh2MKmXWDmP58IPL2hosGwO2d2Y0zOzup7NJOUYJvNm_AQYhK2FCfsjDiWdkPAYPO_gBpCxxEFvfSQhmeLq11Vs/s400/fass_meisel_12_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307962502648172018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWuWRb-YogfoJ_4eel6mo5NuXpocmY-jQOly8yEYEkQTYTbVCMOBut0Fx40kPnq2MRhY9GQvkjlwARe-00TirnEkh-d8KiyVjPPAirqp4nkUiYfck-4LFvbbSAqSzz1xLBoz14dSDj5bI/s1600-h/fass_meisel_08_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWuWRb-YogfoJ_4eel6mo5NuXpocmY-jQOly8yEYEkQTYTbVCMOBut0Fx40kPnq2MRhY9GQvkjlwARe-00TirnEkh-d8KiyVjPPAirqp4nkUiYfck-4LFvbbSAqSzz1xLBoz14dSDj5bI/s400/fass_meisel_08_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307962405798366242" border="0" /></a>I might just call this girl.<br />Room service arrived.<br />The salad is ridiculously small (28 euros) but the wine is great.Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-80653845658207566732009-02-28T19:02:00.006+01:002009-02-28T19:09:37.203+01:00Woman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9zXped7yhqhRkxphMP3rlHJOxh9VJiD9f9ibGoKkYmAIyttrn_RgW479Pdn40653q1pznjFiSSZCObaIzIl6QjOLFVItmJ6Keb6XSAPgv2t5DI6RLxsA6k6jWL1b_LpsCctpgfdg2l0/s1600-h/Image+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9zXped7yhqhRkxphMP3rlHJOxh9VJiD9f9ibGoKkYmAIyttrn_RgW479Pdn40653q1pznjFiSSZCObaIzIl6QjOLFVItmJ6Keb6XSAPgv2t5DI6RLxsA6k6jWL1b_LpsCctpgfdg2l0/s400/Image+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307910460812758466" border="0" /></a>Burberry Prosum fw 09<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjam00VNPCDMBmzKGDuT0mSM3qLVklpfiv93nQ6ZwBkhnXBCNMjeFDXH6_eNfPKUes9oojIj1pRp5m_fbtz0NUfxFVQ_d2b2oH9G2ag_jI8GKB-rd9Ln9O-DtwIScnHCyzGeT2jc7Wn-fE/s1600-h/Image+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjam00VNPCDMBmzKGDuT0mSM3qLVklpfiv93nQ6ZwBkhnXBCNMjeFDXH6_eNfPKUes9oojIj1pRp5m_fbtz0NUfxFVQ_d2b2oH9G2ag_jI8GKB-rd9Ln9O-DtwIScnHCyzGeT2jc7Wn-fE/s400/Image+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307910387812082274" border="0" /></a>D&G fw 09<br /><br />Schoolgirl. Amazon. Princess. Lady. Ballerina. Fairy. Cinderella.<br />That's all a real skirt can make you be.<br />A real woman, finally.<br /><br />Just landed in Milan.Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-70168227612301769912009-02-27T12:15:00.006+01:002009-02-27T12:22:22.223+01:00Knit love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5jod712HTPwzR1xySJ6qLAQfgVNDsA08Knydqdd9JCP7rjIioXjDhx1JYSuLLAJSIxIAE1qySijrcjiZvNUEJsVKeRVL9yQyesGV66-YSPR-MsINMg8B_tDx4dp4sm8jmbmEjWiW5Xc/s1600-h/00140m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5jod712HTPwzR1xySJ6qLAQfgVNDsA08Knydqdd9JCP7rjIioXjDhx1JYSuLLAJSIxIAE1qySijrcjiZvNUEJsVKeRVL9yQyesGV66-YSPR-MsINMg8B_tDx4dp4sm8jmbmEjWiW5Xc/s400/00140m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307435233133931938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1HfCRm_86NHW_eT0IPAFvgjFOUYi6bUylYieCimvXSDhgaxwZ1p1SYHuji3678YPC0loCtuZ18R9-os9QQ0KQ5HeSyj1WO4oJikZUXPhFQb_FWypn6gq4EvNkLiJ0r8kL2aWWMwgsQA/s1600-h/00350m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1HfCRm_86NHW_eT0IPAFvgjFOUYi6bUylYieCimvXSDhgaxwZ1p1SYHuji3678YPC0loCtuZ18R9-os9QQ0KQ5HeSyj1WO4oJikZUXPhFQb_FWypn6gq4EvNkLiJ0r8kL2aWWMwgsQA/s400/00350m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307434304325653314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMWrHIBH5rJm-a98VCx7VdCp2lJdkZpAqHjakIA1TukCDGqbYRyE8ujOAxgtISNR2MB7HnkOzV0GdnObK8-WkOid0HBO6naYusndmu7tD9zBgPRtcxQZM4NsHxeJvRInkfmqOAHWbz9kQ/s1600-h/00180m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMWrHIBH5rJm-a98VCx7VdCp2lJdkZpAqHjakIA1TukCDGqbYRyE8ujOAxgtISNR2MB7HnkOzV0GdnObK8-WkOid0HBO6naYusndmu7tD9zBgPRtcxQZM4NsHxeJvRInkfmqOAHWbz9kQ/s400/00180m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307434244042672338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Missoni fw 09</span></span><br /><br />I love love love, the nude knit layers, the gigantic scarf, the primary blue, the ethnic princess/ urban warrior allure, the structured yet messy silhouette, the clash of textures and prints. Bravissimo !Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-2973316076145566112009-02-26T20:30:00.005+01:002009-02-26T23:13:11.812+01:00Second thoughts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BQ3CcjjsZjo-V5ObOdWtbo_pBv40SNfGVcZVc_YGmflM4-CUHckTJbxQPDIShlYzgeAIQvRpSyXpfGNq8XnoZnIMY8mQDA1ZuSsCs_Zbx96qLxdh_THqtivjK6nqsyxlftd0bIdV930/s1600-h/img-242.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BQ3CcjjsZjo-V5ObOdWtbo_pBv40SNfGVcZVc_YGmflM4-CUHckTJbxQPDIShlYzgeAIQvRpSyXpfGNq8XnoZnIMY8mQDA1ZuSsCs_Zbx96qLxdh_THqtivjK6nqsyxlftd0bIdV930/s400/img-242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307190757989202706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Paul Smith fw09</span></span><br /><br />I feel like tucking in a man's shirt in my high-waist corol skirt.<br />I feel like wearing a big black hat.<br />I feel like matching chunky woolen stockings and a flowery dress.<br />I feel like dressing like a school girl.<br />I love what Paul Smith offers me this season. He's no Alexander Wang or Henry Holland, he's no cool or quirky, but he's being creative and easy. He proposes un way of dressing, une "allure". Something you can get inspiration from and put it practice immediatly, with what you have in your closet. It's for now and tomorrow, it's sustainable. There's no it-shoe or statement print. Just fashion, good old fashion.<br /><br />I feel so great ! I'm still totally HIIIGH on my new boots and I'am about to dive again into the new Vogue. The 100% Chanel editorial kicks ass.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPG2f-vjtVaQ5QfiXmydAKOPcL-7eaP7b8OZZ7-6NxlzKUu0s-KkgcWuPDdlF3sKGH9WupQc5fCXaESCcRiAQJoQUZBmz2BpiD8WVAb2H1d69bFd9xvT0ykYBjHAGXcpsEO0o7V19YjCg/s1600-h/large-582704e711df9d70202d9b4feeb41825.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPG2f-vjtVaQ5QfiXmydAKOPcL-7eaP7b8OZZ7-6NxlzKUu0s-KkgcWuPDdlF3sKGH9WupQc5fCXaESCcRiAQJoQUZBmz2BpiD8WVAb2H1d69bFd9xvT0ykYBjHAGXcpsEO0o7V19YjCg/s400/large-582704e711df9d70202d9b4feeb41825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307231638283411506" border="0" /></a><br />Carine for ever. xxx<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Gq2jsdfIHFWFj1Ab9g1WbEF_tXctBqAVlpgVrD52L1z9I0W9B2Dv6Vu-brdolzVW1WfIkIIOqU9WxZ2iVZMp2DFljCntZvsd-fOQCpxCDEpNF9mpdHnNqldU2JryGXPQ-dYVSyq9-sA/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 40px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Gq2jsdfIHFWFj1Ab9g1WbEF_tXctBqAVlpgVrD52L1z9I0W9B2Dv6Vu-brdolzVW1WfIkIIOqU9WxZ2iVZMp2DFljCntZvsd-fOQCpxCDEpNF9mpdHnNqldU2JryGXPQ-dYVSyq9-sA/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307231959849281250" border="0" /></a>Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-21349706894572172612009-02-25T20:08:00.007+01:002009-02-25T20:46:30.542+01:00I'm coming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqivOr7X1CP88SK0MwPzdVi6oW49pwcCfq8dmPH8AxxF0dC44IkU8UEddi-WP7fWZEzvWI0sYEp33G5UCdDGQJfiP0NuJBmiljgw6KJ2_yc1OuD3SqompqpQ73yJ3DEOw5MeYhavIlko/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqivOr7X1CP88SK0MwPzdVi6oW49pwcCfq8dmPH8AxxF0dC44IkU8UEddi-WP7fWZEzvWI0sYEp33G5UCdDGQJfiP0NuJBmiljgw6KJ2_yc1OuD3SqompqpQ73yJ3DEOw5MeYhavIlko/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306816937586918738" border="0" /></a><br />Really. Since I have them at my feet, my life has changed. It's been about six hours now. Every ten minutes, roughly, I have a mini orgasm. There is this weird smile floating on my face and when I walked to Montmartre earlier, I really had the feeling I was so cool that Kate Moss would just be "almost cool" compared to me, at this minute.<br />Am I crazy ?<br />Wait. I am totally aware they are not obvious. I know they look a little like fat monk sandals stuffed with gigantic black suede socks. Actually that's what they are.<br />But they are so quircky, so Margiela-ish, and the leather bandage makes it so Rodarte fw09-ish... no ?? Is it me ???<br />Ok, whatever, I am litteraly HIGH on my boots, and you know what ? I am in a such a good mood I feel like posting all the stuff I liked from London and nyc, cause I liked stuff, actually. I was so grumpy, though... That was all because of this horrible week end in <a href="http://themoodydiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html">Berlin</a>.<br />Asshole.<br />Anyways ! I feel happy now. xx<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgClMbnDyol-LNeqCo0mjba17I65HT37k_LY0554GtM8OracgDsGwWv6FkBZXYkQuMJIDf4liiuR1R5pJDnyNWQDVjgbLJK3ly6FtaDhaQ2neUHCYDThGw9Tx7wOGYCDNRHIGT4qMKdHT8/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgClMbnDyol-LNeqCo0mjba17I65HT37k_LY0554GtM8OracgDsGwWv6FkBZXYkQuMJIDf4liiuR1R5pJDnyNWQDVjgbLJK3ly6FtaDhaQ2neUHCYDThGw9Tx7wOGYCDNRHIGT4qMKdHT8/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306821509825111138" border="0" /></a>PS I got my shoes at the new OMG vintage store that just opened, right accross the street (this is very bad news for my banker). They are italian 80s vintage the tag says Mare. In case someone cares.Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-69021503637218728922009-02-25T00:25:00.016+01:002009-02-25T01:13:17.031+01:00Boring<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dySDmfkFW-kxKdbWimivMudoZINHbUTsCtZAhuEU9XdPnclbD135FMBiXmMjUlC2q_UOSvquXKEyPjbrmkcHA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />So I am just back from the House of Holland show. And as you can see, it was all about white stripes... There is all this fuss right now about Henry Holland aka "Agyness' best friend", aka the 24 year old British fashion prodige. The first row was packed with it-girls, with both Geldolfes, Cory Kennedy and a very undisciplined Jaime Winston sitting on boyfriend Alfie's lap.<br />So, the Henry Holland show was fun, and fresh, and funny.<br />And I do love the white stripes idea.I mean, yeah, Henry, that's one hell of a great idea, indeed ! But ... Why white stripes EVERYWHERE ??<br />I don't know, maybe you could have come up with, say, a second idea ? Why so monotonous goddamn @@@@@*****!!??<br />Moodie, what's wrong with you ? Stop being so mean to harmless fashion designers !<br />I know, I know...<br />But fashion is so boring suddenly ! Even my favorite, the romantic, flowery, young and fresh Luella produced this monotonous grey and black collection...<br />Although I have to admit i want this dress very badly ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDeACsPB_W1-gU-6be9XXPmbxTbtyu0-LxZjngyUkWDAek2vTmOIWEEL_GusKtt9h5wz0nG1BE-d4r44DtqIgG0B8gzPLLJDYtvBI_Ehv_eTQfzZbSnqRDtWkoFhrca8DUf2Bt6K7J6R0/s1600-h/00040m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDeACsPB_W1-gU-6be9XXPmbxTbtyu0-LxZjngyUkWDAek2vTmOIWEEL_GusKtt9h5wz0nG1BE-d4r44DtqIgG0B8gzPLLJDYtvBI_Ehv_eTQfzZbSnqRDtWkoFhrca8DUf2Bt6K7J6R0/s320/00040m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306521273434067794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Luella fw 09</span></span><br /><br />Ok, i know... the most boring thing here is my post. I am sorry. London's putting me down. Have a good night, kids<br />xxMoodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-3836801995482598732009-02-24T01:32:00.006+01:002009-02-24T01:44:13.962+01:00London<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWvqgZcZRQkcvsOmswrH_6xZ7WiKnuJfSI6UtBjXv7TZAZ1KfKZE2ciNIuBk-TtQcbwaHXfQEJETLIChkNIS6SepBobSA-32sT2Zcki-u3E6etqcRmVoTEqIzsS9n8toXR4LvtFzZ7c1I/s1600-h/2zjezbr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWvqgZcZRQkcvsOmswrH_6xZ7WiKnuJfSI6UtBjXv7TZAZ1KfKZE2ciNIuBk-TtQcbwaHXfQEJETLIChkNIS6SepBobSA-32sT2Zcki-u3E6etqcRmVoTEqIzsS9n8toXR4LvtFzZ7c1I/s320/2zjezbr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306155266170823250" border="0" /></a><br />Love from London you people.<br />What a crazy city. I just hopped off the Eurostar to have a quick ride at Giles Deacon's Party at Bungalow 8. I saw freshly divorced Peaches Geldolf wearing a long pink gown. She looked as if she was about to receive an Academy Award, except she was drunk.<br />I am too tired and sick to add anything more.<br />I am still in a bad mood.<br />I felt like aiming my horrible mood to Chloe Sevigny and tell her something like "Chloe, if coming up with this :<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFlHlk_WzirJZhg89uJWFkJR8sQmpoS9a67LSJWU5lnKbCncRR83mInUDA-ujz2EOnlgKEyYBbh41cT0S6XxSgzcO0C-Ee4oMm4g13w1ni95bBZDsS-yB-sEXYmPPPdZUbYoI9MexQtA/s1600-h/00100m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFlHlk_WzirJZhg89uJWFkJR8sQmpoS9a67LSJWU5lnKbCncRR83mInUDA-ujz2EOnlgKEyYBbh41cT0S6XxSgzcO0C-Ee4oMm4g13w1ni95bBZDsS-yB-sEXYmPPPdZUbYoI9MexQtA/s320/00100m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306156282742090162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Chloe Sevigny for O.C fw09</span></span><br />is being a fashion designer... then I am a fashion designer too."<br />But then I realized she was way too cool for me to say anything mean to her :<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GaPm28zFcb7G2AmXM8kDK2UCea1x68Wks2-K-9Ke5NMZMcHoC4nbQDxdwSMbtV8oQlP2wEcOhtB7lFDSWxMroR1BUocwb76Q9dMiBZQ47DTzEDzoo7qauDHt4_wN7zXPwzUxqaUZIt4/s1600-h/00130m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GaPm28zFcb7G2AmXM8kDK2UCea1x68Wks2-K-9Ke5NMZMcHoC4nbQDxdwSMbtV8oQlP2wEcOhtB7lFDSWxMroR1BUocwb76Q9dMiBZQ47DTzEDzoo7qauDHt4_wN7zXPwzUxqaUZIt4/s320/00130m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306156703088955506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Chloe Sevigny for O.C fw09</span></span><br /><br />So I'll give up being mean for today and just go to bed. I can't wait for tomorrow to be able to finally buy LOVE magazine, which I have been restraining myself for buying at the ridiculous price of 10 euros at the newstand in my street in Paris, reasonably planning on waiting for my London trip to read this much awaited issue.<br />You probably don't realize it right now, but I am writing with a british accent.<br />Good night !Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-37321106238702595942009-02-22T10:13:00.015+01:002009-02-22T17:35:40.397+01:00La méchanteI am in a bad mood this morning. That happens all the time on Sunday mornings.<br />London fashion week started yesterday. As I was browsing through the first shows, I loved what I saw but... my bad mood took over me. I am sorry. I can't help it. Only mean comments coming to my mind. Very very mean. I thought I'd just share them with you !<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNTZ401S-PXAUtcgAeDY081Y4P6ZDMabS_n79UFgCYdqMOihn5BO4e5caa0GpxmLzka9tOeyankHv57O9epAXtullrpLepf9urDRwahG2S4hgKe-nnUaF6R1pfTm2bf1NmdpM-_4h3JI/s1600-h/00080m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyNTZ401S-PXAUtcgAeDY081Y4P6ZDMabS_n79UFgCYdqMOihn5BO4e5caa0GpxmLzka9tOeyankHv57O9epAXtullrpLepf9urDRwahG2S4hgKe-nnUaF6R1pfTm2bf1NmdpM-_4h3JI/s320/00080m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305550163922309746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Topshop Unique</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">fw09</span></span><br /></div>Yay ! We already know we are gonna be able to get perfect copies of the Marc Jacob's fw 09 collection at Topshop !<br />I mean seriously ...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF7tDsN5YlKtV4xRN7GhdWILXKcfF8oLD4cAv5-JUiPxkJUPc02pba7lovuJXaSlTcqdoAWKXLK3FpC7_Na10UVsCDWR4y729PpIWLN3ZF2JL91xx5fMQWYDXw3O9cZ1j1Z0FhVxZ2Ks4/s1600-h/00540m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF7tDsN5YlKtV4xRN7GhdWILXKcfF8oLD4cAv5-JUiPxkJUPc02pba7lovuJXaSlTcqdoAWKXLK3FpC7_Na10UVsCDWR4y729PpIWLN3ZF2JL91xx5fMQWYDXw3O9cZ1j1Z0FhVxZ2Ks4/s320/00540m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305550240453969154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Marc Jacobs fw09</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KAB3dOUTO9rAX3gP8rZwV7j0m_8dw-V59nIyq3DAy3V1kCzYCkzGQuWAt6ENAIuY0ClVpzYfmoFOLAvoUhOJ7jnCd3QfWipXw1ktfwe-40SIoCI-f9kOTzkrOn3-eA6IxMmj5f6MYQc/s1600-h/00110m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KAB3dOUTO9rAX3gP8rZwV7j0m_8dw-V59nIyq3DAy3V1kCzYCkzGQuWAt6ENAIuY0ClVpzYfmoFOLAvoUhOJ7jnCd3QfWipXw1ktfwe-40SIoCI-f9kOTzkrOn3-eA6IxMmj5f6MYQc/s320/00110m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305548886837908834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Charles Anastase</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">fw09</span></span><br /></div>Scoop : Charles Anastase is a Gossip Girl fan. This outifit is called : tribute to little J.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8odgEgOLY1_pD1RsTPjxkqhILx9WKWHuyWiy7CCIFABq1N99-KGI66H4TB8qSzHY0Qe4Q3fSS0_ZOfYVIBCvdudGCatEr9VgP4MK-2IRW8TUtvxgwg8408dkhvdMzWaYU-IrPq-CzHs/s1600-h/00210m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8odgEgOLY1_pD1RsTPjxkqhILx9WKWHuyWiy7CCIFABq1N99-KGI66H4TB8qSzHY0Qe4Q3fSS0_ZOfYVIBCvdudGCatEr9VgP4MK-2IRW8TUtvxgwg8408dkhvdMzWaYU-IrPq-CzHs/s320/00210m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305551437012424498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Central Saint Martin's</span></span><br /></div>Come on, students from Central Saint Martin's, we have internet too ! We can totally tell you copy-pasted this from<a href="http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-has-complexion-of-mr-burns-and-aura.html"> Tavi's blog</a> ! We know !! We are gonna tell your teachers ! And you're gonna get into big trouble !<br />ah aha aha ah aha ah aha ha ah aha ha ha aha ha ha ah aha ha !!!!<br /><br />(HEAR THIS AS A VERY VERY MEAN LAUGHTER)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ny8xp_t-LjODqJ94e4kkcq5N-BdDl9vjhUXUpera5CsRrdTnI8-AQXwnDmOqHAniLLGxMVFOGoqphxUGnB-OoGZ23JshgdQLbDJDd6Zj5qiosgpFZNGc2KX19SYZ8Dxbz3vVveHt7Xg/s1600-h/00460m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ny8xp_t-LjODqJ94e4kkcq5N-BdDl9vjhUXUpera5CsRrdTnI8-AQXwnDmOqHAniLLGxMVFOGoqphxUGnB-OoGZ23JshgdQLbDJDd6Zj5qiosgpFZNGc2KX19SYZ8Dxbz3vVveHt7Xg/s320/00460m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305552853712654770" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Vivienne Westwook Red Label fw09</span></span><br /></div>Is it me or Alice Dellal has put on like 150 kilos and looks about as sexy as if she was about to teach a broom driving class in Harry Potter's school ?<br />ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah !!!<br />AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!<br />(HEAR THIS AS THE MEANEST LAUGHTER YOU'VE EVER HEARD)<br /><br />Oh god. This feels so good. I am almost in a good mood now ! Have a good day !<br />xoxoMoodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-80545844381090998912009-02-20T09:56:00.005+01:002009-02-20T12:16:51.166+01:00Leather and Crushed Velvet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQAONCpt9aIfd8wNQt5LPe5g3G7Lk18Bd0eOTkWnNhAN6Q0SSbFz7lzwkfPGj4iFKphIbxG9WfVXmmFK7leiYayh5hU6TmDlgdXyACM6QaWB4p4z7TZJisblddWBZbtm6Ykv85AuttEnA/s1600-h/84920225.preview.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQAONCpt9aIfd8wNQt5LPe5g3G7Lk18Bd0eOTkWnNhAN6Q0SSbFz7lzwkfPGj4iFKphIbxG9WfVXmmFK7leiYayh5hU6TmDlgdXyACM6QaWB4p4z7TZJisblddWBZbtm6Ykv85AuttEnA/s400/84920225.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304836966139443986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I want it all. Every single piece of Erin Wasson's RVCA collection, showed in NYC yesterday. I want the leather vest, the bleached denim shorts, the oversized sailor sweater, the mesh tops, the slouchy crochet dress and the old cow boy hat.<br />I want it all, and I'll get it all very easily at the thrift store next door !Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-64943995136886334852009-02-19T12:23:00.008+01:002009-02-19T13:48:49.073+01:00NO FUN in NYC<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYP5ULTqYU5RC0CoOW06TNK-WX988Guf7Xd8E0m-pv8vKguWmHYvrTmW-BUip6tmlTQttY95WkZ0iDayIfCRHePfR7VRKnOpkfpXALx5EfCJkhOk3UFyydn-lGqIzPUN9g6uMIeD3KLWU/s1600-h/ZXWEjgG0Pk1lp09q2MZQr6zCo1_500-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYP5ULTqYU5RC0CoOW06TNK-WX988Guf7Xd8E0m-pv8vKguWmHYvrTmW-BUip6tmlTQttY95WkZ0iDayIfCRHePfR7VRKnOpkfpXALx5EfCJkhOk3UFyydn-lGqIzPUN9g6uMIeD3KLWU/s400/ZXWEjgG0Pk1lp09q2MZQr6zCo1_500-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304476950094273682" border="0" /></a><br />All you fashion lovers of course know the happy cycle of fashion weeks is on again, starting in NYC, as usual, before gracing London, Milan and finally my beloved Paris with its delicious and vital superficiality. Like all of you guys, I check out style.com every morning when I wake up, followed by <a href="http://www.garancedore.fr/">Garance</a> and <a href="http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/">Scott</a>, to get a grasp of what's going on in the big Apple. The internet coverage is so exhaustive I really have the feeling I am there, dreading the cold weather, trying to spot Erin Wasson and her huge fur coat, and getting late for the Marc Jacobs show.<br />Anyways. It seems that we are not missing this much, guys.<br />Things arent as fun as they used to be.<br />Fashion wise, first. I mean, come on, <a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/F2009RTW-AWANG">Alexander</a>, we still love you, and we definetely gonna fall for cropped leggings soon, if you say so, but why, oh why so black and white ?<br />And you, <a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/F2009RTW-PSCHOULER?page=1">Pronza Schouler</a>, I love you still but why so brownish, why so... boring ?<br />Thank god there was, you, my beloved <a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/F2009RTW-RODARTE">Mulleavy sisters</a> and those boots I am so extatic about I might dream about them every night till the next fashion week. And Marc Jacobs, whose collection I just LOVED, but couldn't say it better that <a href="http://julystars.blogspot.com/#">July stars</a> did.<br />No, no... There is no fun in NYC.<br />There is no party ! On the first days of the week, I received BBMs from all my lucky - or not - models, editors or fashion geek friends who are there... There were all like : God ! There is no party ! All the designers canceled them all! F...ing Recession !<br />No parties on NYC fashion week ? Come on ! That's like no crocodile on a Lacoste sweater ! That can't be ! But unfortunately, it is. No big Diesel bash, no crazy Marc Jacobs cocktail, just a few shy aftershow dinners and a handfull of shops or galllery openings...<br />No, there was no parties in NYC this week, except for two. The Purple dinner, and the Vladimir Roitfeld exhibition opening. Thank God the frenchies are here to make this depressing time a little more fun. Thank God Olivier and Carine are here to entertain the Olsen sisters, Milla Jovovitch and Gisele Bundchen !<br />Oh yes, my french fellows, we can now say it out loud and clear. We own the night.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdb57exM6tzMV0ZIWt5phXxjH5mGj98QkA-Lhb43hgqxQqr8DLVFrfy_OkB9MVj4Xev1fPaAcLFEicoi_fQ-1PETzX7LvFvENQ16G2OuwN63cOCdlIWysC6Q6Bb3mnb5jEMVJHGqdZuY/s1600-h/-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdb57exM6tzMV0ZIWt5phXxjH5mGj98QkA-Lhb43hgqxQqr8DLVFrfy_OkB9MVj4Xev1fPaAcLFEicoi_fQ-1PETzX7LvFvENQ16G2OuwN63cOCdlIWysC6Q6Bb3mnb5jEMVJHGqdZuY/s400/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304477028676093058" border="0" /></a>Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-25977425619808292322009-02-19T11:55:00.003+01:002009-02-19T12:13:55.416+01:00SorryI was away for too long. I am being such a bad blogger. I know you are supposed to post everyday, or it wont work.<br />But, God, I had so much to do lately, and I went to Berlin for the week-end... Had the most terrible time ever. Let me tell you about it.<br />I visited this boy I really liked... and he acted like a total asshole. For example, he forced me to walk in the cold on my 15 cm heels, by -15 degrees. And when I said I was cold he answered me I was an hysteric. The guy is a shrink. Yeah, I know.... It's probably also the reason why he didn't want us to share the same bed ('I hate human heat'), wasn't interressed in visiting a museum ('I've seen it all') and was very disapointed I pick spanish as a second language in high school ('You don't speak my language, we can't share anything'). Oh, and did I tell you about the part when he took me to this 20's party, and the other end of Berlin, with middle-aged people wearing wigs, Charlestown dresses and Al Capone hats ? Not that it was cool, they weren't wearing vintage clothes, they had actually picked their stuff from some dress up shop, the kind you go to for Halloween.... Oh god. I still cant' beleive I hung in there for two days. I used to really love Berlin.<br />Did I mention that all this happened on Valentine's day ??<br />Ok. I know. This is no good reason to stop blogging for so long.<br />Ok, so what I will do is confess something really unconfessable to show you how sorry I am.<br />I have a huge crush on Frank N. Furter.<br />I love men wearing tights and heels.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtkPtRyml1mymiBORvwsKYKugOXOErmlMVurwf4CDsZ-zHU01Bh9xGFpnBksfeuU7bV7CuqoCdrYNqDc3C3f0zNt1xjHhKOahG_ZOF2K3ecKfXFoBK0YOr32mW4RITIsKgp00bh6ula8/s1600-h/frankjacketsleve.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtkPtRyml1mymiBORvwsKYKugOXOErmlMVurwf4CDsZ-zHU01Bh9xGFpnBksfeuU7bV7CuqoCdrYNqDc3C3f0zNt1xjHhKOahG_ZOF2K3ecKfXFoBK0YOr32mW4RITIsKgp00bh6ula8/s400/frankjacketsleve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304463027920691106" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah. Ok. I love crazy. And then I shouldn't be surprised when I end up spending Valentine's day with a psychopath in Berlin. Ok. I got your point. Thanks.Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-19547719352292577712009-02-12T12:25:00.009+01:002009-02-12T13:01:42.788+01:00Leo<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVzfJ40ljy-bIm7GR8sqhI6MtQNM_XXOV1fH4qFB5Of6tePbDNWaE6b2xCR4ZplF8MF7ispEvjHFU5ANjkARwtrjdnnXYHUj2SyOJiOcOV95z1Y0gLDguCyt6MftcD9sl3t-RajyByIA/s1600-h/121m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 453px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVzfJ40ljy-bIm7GR8sqhI6MtQNM_XXOV1fH4qFB5Of6tePbDNWaE6b2xCR4ZplF8MF7ispEvjHFU5ANjkARwtrjdnnXYHUj2SyOJiOcOV95z1Y0gLDguCyt6MftcD9sl3t-RajyByIA/s400/121m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301870875740301570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Raquel Zimmerman - Alexander Wang S/S 09</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UqTwrbvnYpJmglpZ2PwwMe2o57HerNU_LYRwoJY6MkzCTEDS8YRyVKrgeVm1yTZ0OuA7nKVJIgK4vqTXhDFhYj413SkD4_kvZ-UjPQhrjnyu8T4O2ZHifishlIGBlMWgnnkz0kcyYok/s1600-h/daisy_lowe_agent_provocateur_animal1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 434px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UqTwrbvnYpJmglpZ2PwwMe2o57HerNU_LYRwoJY6MkzCTEDS8YRyVKrgeVm1yTZ0OuA7nKVJIgK4vqTXhDFhYj413SkD4_kvZ-UjPQhrjnyu8T4O2ZHifishlIGBlMWgnnkz0kcyYok/s400/daisy_lowe_agent_provocateur_animal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301870741890831410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Daisy Lowe, Agent Provocateur F/W 08</span></span><br /><br /><br />Lets get back to fashion. I have an obsession right now : Leotards.<br />First, I LOVE this word.<br />In french, we call it "body", which sounds a little vulgar, or maybe the best translation would be "justaucorps", which is even worse. But the other night, I was with an american friend at home. It was late, I was a little drunk, wanted to feel confortable, and took off my high-waisted skirt. Underneath, I was wearing my nude <a href="http://store.americanapparel.eu/rsans302.html">American Apparel Bodysuit.</a><br />And he said : "Oh, you're wearing a leotard". I had forgotten this word, and it made me shiver... Just loved the sound of it, the sexiness and quirkyiness of it. Makes me love it even more. I just ordered this <a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=19551&storeId=12556&productId=1071917&langId=-1&categoryId=&parent_category_rn=">topshop lace one</a>, and I am about to fall for <a href="http://store.americanapparel.eu/8373.html">this one too</a>.<br />I, of course, don't love them for their comfort - you actually have to go naked each time you need to "pipi".... because they don't have this button crotch opening like the 80's... Thank god!! No. What I love about them is their tightness, the way they hold your body, almost forcing you to stand straight, chest up, like a ballerina... I definetely love the kitschy ballet look of it... Makes me want to wear leg warmers and pretend I am on "Fame".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNsld3WTP1aSOLeiCyGwVd_d-9kxdx2EPtAw7xbl2WoBm36XvbqWk7uuBH9sD-sOtMvlBuuqsrFfQy8weJB16IZLWbwILf9bTC4UJV4nmUez2pOx77zR61rMfTEqcSTm8Neq2WsNFd0VU/s1600-h/katemoss_leotard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNsld3WTP1aSOLeiCyGwVd_d-9kxdx2EPtAw7xbl2WoBm36XvbqWk7uuBH9sD-sOtMvlBuuqsrFfQy8weJB16IZLWbwILf9bTC4UJV4nmUez2pOx77zR61rMfTEqcSTm8Neq2WsNFd0VU/s320/katemoss_leotard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301878080143182914" border="0" /></a><br />I am sure soon we will be wearing it with nothing on top, as Alexander Wang suggests it, as Beyoncé does in her <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mVEGfH4s5g">Single Ladies video </a>and as Kate did...let me check... two years ago ??<br /><br />Dammit !! She's too good.Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-24931314708359739342009-02-11T10:20:00.008+01:002009-02-11T11:19:14.167+01:00Live<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvj3H37arg1zzihkOOiu2igyn5IOjmZO12OQxcxHLG5sE8RrVDzTaWRCfjjtRoRMwIsKd6FaCVCitiWl4Nt_x7mRG5PLXdIy41yiOG_oN-QCpbxck1Xv51oAEwIIr71kpF2obTS_-er4/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvj3H37arg1zzihkOOiu2igyn5IOjmZO12OQxcxHLG5sE8RrVDzTaWRCfjjtRoRMwIsKd6FaCVCitiWl4Nt_x7mRG5PLXdIy41yiOG_oN-QCpbxck1Xv51oAEwIIr71kpF2obTS_-er4/s400/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301468175708563026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPS_CcxKayZplg7vMa_buLj9l70jX1mbP0yRqkZXTsg_LQWHqeJtVuj43H_2XHkz1eJs5FLvQyLmIQXDMbedCwvJCmHYnlG61mrYnlSVKsSmIFFLgFH2owUoYr8PBDjXpCSRXI-Iu0A2U/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPS_CcxKayZplg7vMa_buLj9l70jX1mbP0yRqkZXTsg_LQWHqeJtVuj43H_2XHkz1eJs5FLvQyLmIQXDMbedCwvJCmHYnlG61mrYnlSVKsSmIFFLgFH2owUoYr8PBDjXpCSRXI-Iu0A2U/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301468344205045266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSukNklMVY5k1nLXt0pVROpcrMHMTzcSG_OrMeIAj5md-GKLMXKRrqGRYnKrme4Tk1iG9hJVGyYJkbL2324SBywXkO1KB8JxutuAmMJyjqWS9-ZHN2Z-ace2rWbT7imoePqBOlCjzYIs/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSukNklMVY5k1nLXt0pVROpcrMHMTzcSG_OrMeIAj5md-GKLMXKRrqGRYnKrme4Tk1iG9hJVGyYJkbL2324SBywXkO1KB8JxutuAmMJyjqWS9-ZHN2Z-ace2rWbT7imoePqBOlCjzYIs/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301468486415897826" border="0" /></a><br />There is crazy stuff happening in Paris right now. I don't want to sound obsessed by recession, but it seems like people are losing boundaries, searching for action, revolution, freedom... Or how to explain the fact that the place to be, on Monday, was this small cabaret club in le 9eme where a couple was performing live sex on stage ? Some fashion people were here, as well as TV stars, DJs and art collectors. It wasn't dirty, because of the curtain, the red light, the intimacy of the room. It was "libertin", not erotic. More naughty than nasty. Everyone seemed fascinated as well as slightly shocked by the vision. All these big boys and girls were watching with interest, giggling like teenagers, willing to desexualize the moment. At the end, everyone asked for more. This is going to happen again, more and more people will want to join. Maybe soon some amateurs hit the stage and become libertins themselves. Might be a new trend. After all, some of the most hardcore wintage <a href="http://www.vintageclassicporn.com/g/1930/index.html">porn</a> was produced during the Great Depression in the 30's?Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-1406908481358567742009-02-10T20:32:00.002+01:002009-02-10T20:35:43.719+01:00Crossed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sQMhIGDOMCk5GX_-xMX8SAMS4C8J-7flW9O58NGOzOb8Wa29By-13jKi4fTuFhOHbml3T43_UidNXc7kexjHIJcf6nTUR-R_aF2TOJGHkl0HioXIW51FmT6WNqjsQLfP3rFFxaudb50/s1600-h/Kate+by+juergen+teller.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 455px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sQMhIGDOMCk5GX_-xMX8SAMS4C8J-7flW9O58NGOzOb8Wa29By-13jKi4fTuFhOHbml3T43_UidNXc7kexjHIJcf6nTUR-R_aF2TOJGHkl0HioXIW51FmT6WNqjsQLfP3rFFxaudb50/s400/Kate+by+juergen+teller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301254217230094818" border="0" /></a><br />My favorite picture ever. Cause it's Juergen. And I love crosses.Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-32199483149210496322009-02-08T17:21:00.007+01:002009-02-08T18:25:01.742+01:00Finds of the day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8X2ji3XQlUmgHnXRVvUObdQZhygMkc0fqBVWdVY_1kWaw0GI85LvDfZOBnHZpnCHcgH-HCMkfY6jSJi2HnNtO6VW643XY-qSi0XsthhHrAxE2qV4YHUASA-9dhdLsAISr-oKqdAjXTo8/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8X2ji3XQlUmgHnXRVvUObdQZhygMkc0fqBVWdVY_1kWaw0GI85LvDfZOBnHZpnCHcgH-HCMkfY6jSJi2HnNtO6VW643XY-qSi0XsthhHrAxE2qV4YHUASA-9dhdLsAISr-oKqdAjXTo8/s400/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300470433560696754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The snow melted away. So I went for a flee market walk instead. I love old objects. To me, old stuff is so much more valuable than brand new. In my house, there isn't a single object that doesn't have a story.<br />I found an original "Je t'aime moi non plus" vinyl - how gorgeous is Jane on this pic?- , a vintage leather backpack that reminds me so much of <a href="http://www.fashiontoast.com/2009/01/oceanside.html">Rumi's Alexander Wang</a> - except its 10 euros!! - a 70's photo cube - my old piano teacher had one, it tastes like childhood to me - and this incredible crucifix which contains three of my major obsessions : kitschy religious stuff, shells and crosses... Yeah, I know.Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-47725278873373847302009-02-08T11:52:00.005+01:002009-02-08T17:57:06.587+01:00Naked<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYMLinT-qoVgPOdJ91mtFSccnTEEsq6NCKiygF73LtwUAI39zNAfCdK8PbzFRCbOnaAQCCUsWYMQXrDtQdVPdI6U6xMBMDBRW-JKJ_1nKcTdjNwXjfMp43TwZz2VgYKnDRo8AgnXXXWk/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYMLinT-qoVgPOdJ91mtFSccnTEEsq6NCKiygF73LtwUAI39zNAfCdK8PbzFRCbOnaAQCCUsWYMQXrDtQdVPdI6U6xMBMDBRW-JKJ_1nKcTdjNwXjfMp43TwZz2VgYKnDRo8AgnXXXWk/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300386758521150306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQ2aWNTI4FjdYSkkqWzHkBFJoavGpS7FBjiPoO58D9P0YTWFsQIM6jQcfC824809B7jSwyn8KM4kejbQvNTeI3se_1kn7td5LZCahWdfJb6c-SubOUOXNUeliR1tyrnNH3GCYWUt1h4g/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQ2aWNTI4FjdYSkkqWzHkBFJoavGpS7FBjiPoO58D9P0YTWFsQIM6jQcfC824809B7jSwyn8KM4kejbQvNTeI3se_1kn7td5LZCahWdfJb6c-SubOUOXNUeliR1tyrnNH3GCYWUt1h4g/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300386948763585938" border="0" /></a><br />Numero 100 looked very much like any parisian fashion party : you run into scaringly skinny Eva Herzigova, loads of Balmain, less Balenciaga, leotards, smoky eyes and very high Louboutins. I was moved by the Peter Lindgbergh editorial - but I'll post about this tomorrow, and especially touched by the "curating" of Hans Ulrich Obrist, swiss curator, art critic and director of London Serpentine Gallery. One of the most impressive and smart person I ever met in my life. Also one of the sweetest. Anyways, for his "carte blanche" in this Numéro, he made a glossy exhibition of british artist <a href="http://www.whitecube.com/artists/wynevans/">Cerith Wyn Evans</a> latest work. I just loved it, felt impacted by theses collages of masculine naked bodies, evocations of Asia, cultural mixes, return to natural state. Naked bodies, skins, the way we look without fashion to protect us. Nudity always works on me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0bYwZXRVT1nTNLF4lCiU192tTp42E8cGpraBuCD8mIBSUTmLUibOcgdWX8vWpd6Y7eOSBFKuJGMKBBgz2HUrW9XaQQH4MrCFL5e82p-a0hgFD21x0rCRhgZ_mAoSn1P_lpDQdJ2ZsT8/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0bYwZXRVT1nTNLF4lCiU192tTp42E8cGpraBuCD8mIBSUTmLUibOcgdWX8vWpd6Y7eOSBFKuJGMKBBgz2HUrW9XaQQH4MrCFL5e82p-a0hgFD21x0rCRhgZ_mAoSn1P_lpDQdJ2ZsT8/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300389260437781122" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Nudity can be innocence and perversion, pure or wicked, pride or shame. Like on these vintage postcard I bought in Berlin and hung on my wall.<br />People often get disturbed by it, and I don't mind it.<br />I also decided I should really get a scanner. Cause pictures of pictures really doesn't work well.<br />PS : ATTENTION SPOILER : Max getting pregnant, how predictible was that ? What do you think of L word S 06 ??Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-51069167348522655622009-02-07T13:14:00.006+01:002009-02-07T20:16:33.436+01:00Frozen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimyThDHQWPq1Hdpa-ICnpIKsHNzGHqsBBCj8XN925Nvtj-ZHkgY8XozDF8efxXdlfgomeLfCVevGQbhLiN3TFXKELkQhac2wKsST1lRLvp4NyFIxc2S49vrDlh6tf-6IxX1Dr_wnmE888/s1600-h/IMG_0051-pola.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimyThDHQWPq1Hdpa-ICnpIKsHNzGHqsBBCj8XN925Nvtj-ZHkgY8XozDF8efxXdlfgomeLfCVevGQbhLiN3TFXKELkQhac2wKsST1lRLvp4NyFIxc2S49vrDlh6tf-6IxX1Dr_wnmE888/s320/IMG_0051-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300029177211730050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xG7phcb-cIAy7US9R4fVdFhdkjqcKB4KplCHz7yfRN9TqEOU7S-pFFyFl7x94HC57XtWTHtz1CnGZsWBjpyVugsLtqX92eOQuqOEdbV9gqZn4HgWysab3sXGEr-1E03ScZH5BZombGI/s1600-h/IMG_0083-pola.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xG7phcb-cIAy7US9R4fVdFhdkjqcKB4KplCHz7yfRN9TqEOU7S-pFFyFl7x94HC57XtWTHtz1CnGZsWBjpyVugsLtqX92eOQuqOEdbV9gqZn4HgWysab3sXGEr-1E03ScZH5BZombGI/s320/IMG_0083-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300029042601976034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLJbjS-qUWJ8WePT_6WJHoMhKwU4DiInEOexbdhljloH-Sl6feSofsfJEz_o3QEE2PaO6GmPHkHqJqtbf7qGSZCqWqDf3hcbDlwMrS1Kk7htphidmVH90PZ1HMtRE3lkF7ZCWgK2a1rM/s1600-h/IMG_0055-pola.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLJbjS-qUWJ8WePT_6WJHoMhKwU4DiInEOexbdhljloH-Sl6feSofsfJEz_o3QEE2PaO6GmPHkHqJqtbf7qGSZCqWqDf3hcbDlwMrS1Kk7htphidmVH90PZ1HMtRE3lkF7ZCWgK2a1rM/s320/IMG_0055-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300028922099795938" border="0" /></a><br />It's snowing for real. Big white flakes falling quietly from the white sky through my window. Tomorrow I might go to the Tuileries for another winter walk. The gardens look so beautiful under the snow. But until then, I'll stay home, read the 100th issue of Numero and stream the first episodes of season 6 of L Word... By the way, why did I just found that out now ? Why didn't anyone tell me they were back?Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-80539835996204117852009-02-06T19:51:00.008+01:002009-02-07T01:44:23.589+01:00The R word<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1kGl1wEUF2tR8J-0WJ-NJ9pRmLLW-1TodtD1j4ggSkOhLqx_nb0vIc_Uij0BdYYLFl9qL_pVKEXV6Y3wJHhZ7BzKZR_yeNuFkir2gcpk4Al2lsDJif0oTej286vjwHUh7__wQkVJEq8/s1600-h/IMG_0001_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1kGl1wEUF2tR8J-0WJ-NJ9pRmLLW-1TodtD1j4ggSkOhLqx_nb0vIc_Uij0BdYYLFl9qL_pVKEXV6Y3wJHhZ7BzKZR_yeNuFkir2gcpk4Al2lsDJif0oTej286vjwHUh7__wQkVJEq8/s400/IMG_0001_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299769823286374594" border="0" /></a><br />It is all over the place. In the sofas of cosy living-rooms, sitting at fancy dinners, on the metro, at the newstand. Recession is all over. Last night, as I was cruising down rue Etienne Marcel in a cab, my friend R. told me : "See all those shops", pointing out at the windows of Et Vous, Diesel, Pinko, Levi's, Bill Tornade and Paul&Joe. "Well, I bet you half of them will be gone by 10 years." Recession. On that same evening, at the turn of a conversation, a very witty and frivolous fashion PR checked out the LVMH stock quotations on her I Phone. And everywhere, stories of PRs and ADs being sacked, concerts and art projects getting canceled, fashion magazines getting thiner. Bang, Bang. Fashion is hit. Fashion is scared.<br />But fashion puts the hands in the air like it just doesn't care. And yesterday night, fashion was celebrating the "Natalia Vodianova for Etam lingerie" collection at Regine's. Amongst decaliters of vodka and champagne, trendy actors, former top-models, middle-aged fashion gourous, young european princesses and half-naked it-girls laughed and played to the sound of 2 many DJs. The party was great. Everybody agreed. But there was something forced in the smiles, something that said, "Gosh ! I miss the 90's..."Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-24547036443801868202009-02-05T13:17:00.005+01:002009-02-05T13:29:35.555+01:00Initials KM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWjVlI_cpP1EqN9u4aBAAv24-13Mk5Zhi9tPm-NJA2cCMD9knOMdsh2zeYdJzJlzTewekYEpSsqdzHW7beFbt0s_vUFOY7-J-taw_JOuSQcLk9QxgTiEsGFv38Jddo0yjPl1HysUDLg0/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWjVlI_cpP1EqN9u4aBAAv24-13Mk5Zhi9tPm-NJA2cCMD9knOMdsh2zeYdJzJlzTewekYEpSsqdzHW7beFbt0s_vUFOY7-J-taw_JOuSQcLk9QxgTiEsGFv38Jddo0yjPl1HysUDLg0/s400/IMG_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299288781284987394" border="0" /></a><br />As I did some cleaning last night, trying to get rid of some of the hundreds magazines I keep in my living-room, i started piling them randomly. And this crazy thing happened : on the top of each pile, Kate Moss was on the cover, staring at me with style and arrogance.<br />I realized I had always been a Kate Moss fan without ever admitting it - I am the kind of girl who would say her new haircut looks bad, her Topshop collection is boring and her style not that great. But I have to admit that every cover she shot seemed special enough for me to want to keep it for ever. I also have to confess I bought for a quite unreasonnable price the very first issue featuring her - The Face, July 1990, pictures by Corinne Day. I have to recognize she looks as stunning with her irresistible baby smile on this cover as she does in "femme fatale" on this recent Vogue issue. I have to pay a tribute to her. She is the queen. I surrender.Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238854367414877371.post-76545849875890135822009-02-03T10:34:00.006+01:002009-02-03T16:05:12.997+01:00Death of a Champion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-my3QDeRZGOBxHmOtJ4jFL5ZtXb9lXgbOiXq8QAGDf6wEGIPIv005k4865XWyVD8-AjaRUJSuf1thcVXyxvftxV3J_W22-jvNvz42zuDUymju9yjTcN60zs1Z-GkBYAMKnSJftA7Nskc/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-my3QDeRZGOBxHmOtJ4jFL5ZtXb9lXgbOiXq8QAGDf6wEGIPIv005k4865XWyVD8-AjaRUJSuf1thcVXyxvftxV3J_W22-jvNvz42zuDUymju9yjTcN60zs1Z-GkBYAMKnSJftA7Nskc/s400/IMG_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298504707183214050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The goddess Suzy Menkes announced it today : <a href="http://www.iht.com/articles/2009/02/02/style/rslug.1-419294.php">the it-bag is dead</a>. I agree. Walking around with a thousand dollar trophée hung to your arm seems absolutely inappropriate in this recession period. The it bag became unethical. But what about the crazy shoes invading the dressings of all of us fashionistas ? Thank god, fashion has not gone all about ethics, and can still be a guilty pleasure. Feeling good matters too, in recession, doesn't it ?Moodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069738275031188688noreply@blogger.com3