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.