Sale tricks

I've a problem: if I go out to shopping, I'll buy. I don't care what, but I've to buy something. In this last sale term, the risk to buy something absolutely wrong are even higher than usual. And so happened. Ralph Lauren jeans were still given away at a ridiculous price: how could I resist? I bought a grey pair with lateral zip on the bottom, shorter enough to show my ankles and my admiration to Descarnin and he's punk Balmain jeans (I know, that's too "winter '08", first error). I haven't still figured out if they're too small or they haven't enough tissue, but the result is I can't sit down without show not only my ankles but also my panties. Shoes. Repetto sale is like the passage of the Halley comet: you mustn't miss it. But I went too late and the store was in short of stocks. Someone would have given up, but not me. I've promised to myself to go out from that bloody shop with a pair of flat and so I did. A cute pair of bronze flats… too big. I'll be a modern Cinderella, losing my shoes wherever I'll go. But who knows, maybe I'll be able to find also the Charming Prince.

Fauvisme

Like every season, a wave of fauvisme comes through collections. Animalier is a motive designers won't give up, I think a specific rehab should be invented for this kind of dependence. I never like it. I didn't an exception even for Alaila flats this winter. I'm not a Green Peace fan, it's only an aesthetic reason. The only animal skin I like on clothes, it's crocodile on Hermes bags. But, there's a but. This spring I'm ready to change my mind for a pair of Givenchy zebra sandals and a Lanvin dress made in an improbable blue leopard print. Also Marc Jacobs purses aren't that bad, I'm still thinking about them.

Spring brings news

Karl's restless! Good for us...

VOGUE.fr: Karl Lagerfeld pour Repetto

Fashion Myth

In the feminine world, there are plenty of myths: shampoos to make your hair curly or straight, slim lotions, anti-wrinkles creams, miraculous foundations, super-fast diets and so on. Never work. Another modern myth: the Perfect Jeans. The jeans that fits you perfectly, that makes your legs looking slimmer and you higher. But, like the adjective "perfect" shows, the PJ belongs at the same family of the Perfect Guy and I'm gonna believe that none of them really exist.

I've a thing for jeans. It's the only garment I buy all along the whole years, in an unfinished succession to find the Perfect One. Even if I like the clothe itself, I don't like how it's on me. Maybe my expectations are too high: it's a jeans, not the Magic Box of Copperfield. Anyway, still hopeful, now I'm looking for the Perfect Destroyed and another classic straight fit (Thanks goodness the 501 is come again in fashion, 'cause it's the only model that seems fit me better).

My basics: 627 Levi's Straight Fit....







An Armani black one....







A super-skinny Balenciaga

Home sweet home

Something from my hometown in Italy...
ps. I took these pictures in January, during Christmas Holiday, not in summer


Santa Margerita Ligure

News

Such a wonderful news!
Being honest, I don't like very much the last YSL collection, but instead these smokings are just amazing.

VOGUE.fr: Yves Saint Laurent Edition Unisex

Bad day

Today I feel blue. I woke up, everything got on my nerves without a reason and suddenly I knew that was going to be a bad day. Because I discovered this fundamental cosmic true: my daily mood is only based on how I wake up. Totally casual. I'm a constant lively satisfaction for every astrologist and Brazilian wizard in the World: given my mood isn't influenced by things happened the day long, it has to be an astral deal .
When I'm in a "No-Way-Day", I could be very annoying (being honest and impartial, actually I am annoying). I'm upset with everyone: with my neighbors who are too noisy, with my boss who stresses me (who does she think she's? Napoleon?), with Fillon and his tax system (who does he think he's? Louis XIV?) and with my whole family (family always gives you a reason to be upset, that's easy). And I'm not a person who hides his mad mood, of course not. I protest, I quarrel with every poor soul has the unlucky chance to cross my way, even with the cashier at the supermarket. I'm a demon in Louboutin heels. Roman soldiers during the Punic Wars were less aggressive than me.
Another characteristic of my bad mood is that I see all badly. There aren't anymore water glasses half-full or half-empty: no, the proverbial glass is definitely broken. My whole life is a mess, I'm a loser and nobody loves me (and maybe that's true, seen my daily behavior). Even shopping can't make me feel better. Specially shopping is dangerous. Normally I haven't a great consideration of myself, when I feel blue images turn me back by cursed glasses in shops are so disastrous that I could start to cry where I am or try to kill myself with an overdose of vanilla macarons.
But don't worry: tomorrow is another day.

Good Smell

I'm a constant surprise to myself. I say, do and think stuff I've never dreamed about being capable of. After 22 years of almost constant relationship, I barely know myself. Good. What freaks me out these days, it's my passion for perfumes. I never cared about them and now I can't help myself to find out and buy new fragrances (and more they are expensive, bigger is my satisfaction. My yet surcharged tiny bank account is getting to a break point). The problem is I love changing. I love smell different every day, so, I need at least 3 or 4 perfume to use in turn. The choice wasn't easy. The Perfume World is huger than I expected and I was looking for something good, stylish and posh, a fragrance with a message (a message that would have been:"I'm fabulous, smart and cute", obviously). L'Artisan, Joe Malone, Anick Goudal, Guerlain, Chanel, Dior and whatever... There were for every taste and any kind. But in the end of this research for the perfume Holy Grail, I managed to made my choice. Now I'm a owner of "Philosophykos" by Dyptique, "Allure" by Chanel and "Miss Dior Chérie" (the bottle's just amazing). I bought it for the fragrance but also for its ad campaign, filmed by Sophia Coppola and with Marina Lynchuk as model. I admit I like more Lily Donaldson, but Sophia balances the change. Me and her, we're neighbors in Paris, both of us live on Boulevard St-Germain and I cross her on the street sometime. The last time she was with her handsome husband (he looks better from real) and wearing a bizarre pair of furry Doc' Martins really ugly. But she was sublime anyway and I'm sure she also had an absolute slight perfume.

snow in Paris!!

Being a snob

In France a new sociological essay has just been published, under the fascinating title of: Histoire du snobisme. The author, Frédéric Rouvillois, analyzes those little crazes that constitute "snobisms" through centuries, among every social class (yes, also poor people could be snob). La Belle Epoque with its dandies is clearly the most famous "snob period", but I've found out other interesting references unexpected. But now I'm wondering: what's a snob, today? Which comportments make us member of a separate cast? Because being rich isn't enough to be a real snob. There's a difference between buying expensive dress, objects and whatever and knowing the little detail, the unknown firm, the hidden restaurant that puts you into the High Cast. I'm definitely a "pro-snobism" and I'm not ashame of that. In these days shadowed by the economic crack, times for exhibition and self-satisfaction are over and taking the Snob Attitude could be the winner choice. The proof? Even Pharrell Williams has started to draw jewelries for LV instead of wearing the macho style stuffs. But, still, what's snob, today? I've though a lots (I'm on holiday, now, you know) about the subject and there you are my very personal list of what I consider snobbish:

- Fist of all, "Le 66", a concept store on the Champs-Elysées.

- Kiehl's products.

- "La Crème de la Mer".

- The "Cha Cha Club".

- Drinking champagne in the lounge of designer hotels (the best is the " 'S Bar").

- Being member of the Ritz's Healthy Club.

- Doing Pilates, yoga or whatever you were doing even if it isn't still so trendy (a real snob doesn't care about others' opinion).

- Have a mediocre pc slid into a Hermès bag.

- Smoking.

- Jeans labels like Citizens of Humanity, 7 for all man kind, Current Elliot, etc.

- Proenza Schouler bags. High price and no logo.

Ps. Suggestions and arguments will be very welcome.