Accumulation

You’re probbably gonna need these  jc! castelbajac lego glasses to look at the world in 2009 without running away, digging a whole in the ground and hide yourself in it.

Look at Rory! She’s smiling, wondering the streets of the emerald city right there.

Man If you’re still wondering what to get you friends for christmas look no further!
Click hhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! it’s easy it’s on the internet!

I LOVE that dress AND I have a broken foot! If you know what I mean.

Weekenderssss. I found this beautiful vitage YSL skirt (’60’s) at the brocante in the 3rd. I got a lady with a stand now, Her e mail too, she sells it cheap and good.
The skirt is blue like les hommes bleu of Morocco, but you can’t tell there!

Check out all the rage!
Lions din!

+Gotta love great dances!
+I’m officially starting a detox period that will last 2 weeks! Awesome! (I realize no one cares about this last bit of info, but it becomes official when you write it down!)

Yeasterday Laetitia and I took a break in the middle of the day to check out the Chloé private sale. 
It was a complete frenzy! The ladies were queuing up for hours at the time and dropping naked every 2 seconds.

Overwhelming, still we exited victorious! Letita got 2 tops and I found the only orange dress (the one Ania wore in the aw campaign of 07 !!Zachary!!)  in the whole place. Actually 2 ladies were fignting over it for a bit, almost ripped the thing apart while trying it on;  then dropped it on the floor. I, Like a hyena was watching the wole scene and waiting. Then ran for it.

Anyhow I’ m no Ania (Notice the photographer cropped my face out because it’s busted) but I’m still pretty excited.

I’s fashion geek! Great! Collette Opening! Drunks! Photos! Derek Lam cocktail! Shoes we don’t want! Barbara fucking Bush at Le Baron!

I forgot my camera last night, so there will no proof of all the fancy people Rory and I bumped shoulders with last night. So might as well take my word when I tell you that in a melting sea  Oliver Zahms, Margerita Missionis, Cobra-Kennedys, Miranda Julys, Busy Pedros and Anouck Lepères Rory’s face emerged dazed and confused to say: “…Some serious VIPs tonight, the United States President’s daughter is here…”

It’s funny to think she must have been there with some CIA/FBI sort of people too, but I suppose they were wearing their stealth suits, so we didn’t see them.

And so, feeling so carefully watched over we danced on. Some lady from California introduced me to vodka water, which is gross. I danced with myself  and danced with others, then lost&found my phone.
Rory lost her Charles Anastase coat. I feel her pain.

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People spring up like mushrooms to absorb the colors and forms of their environment. Still so close to the ground we reflect the black and grays of Paris.  Sometimes the blues. No worries Anna Wintour says black & blue is ok.

All and all Not too many people were at these parties, it felt slightly different than the other years, a little more tense ,  maybe this over the top orgy is getting to an end, maybe everyone is at home checking their stocks. Or playing on a carpet with their kids.

For photos check here and here later in the day.
+ Maison Martin Margiela looks amazing!

Holla gimme that dolla.
ECONOMIC CRISIS! CRUMBLING CAPITALISM!?
Yes No? Opinions?

Before the end, here’s a quick list of what’s going on in my piles this FW ‘80:

Fake Eyelashes are the Bomb
Woll Scarves and No sleeves
Alexander Wang t-shirts and dresses
80’s Alaia’s shoes (found in amazing florence vintages shop!)
Miu Miu  ‘06 coat! (fuck it!)
Crazy ass Chloe Bottines from FW ‘07 (ooohhh fuck it!)
Feather headbands
This add-on fur piece
Gradma’s vintage YSL dress and ferragamo’s shoes
Band of Outsiders Boy. shirts
and thanks to Rory and Umberto THE COAT! once again….(specific story to come)

I’m pretty boring this morning hum?
OLA OLA OLA.

AND FUCK IT

So! I’m back from some pretty amazing vacations in NYC and Kentucky (see photos below) to a gray Paris a nasty salty green soup and a broken washing machine (that’s getting fixed).

I’m in good spirt though.  Despite this sudden drop in to fall temperatures September in Paris can be lovely: Things are re-energized, what had to change changed, or will soon, and all I’m inclied to do is walk around and look at the streets, the trees and the clutters of people.  

This is a good city.

My hair is turning in to waves.
And I’m trying to conciliate the fact that I can be a fully grown lady and still feel a slight point of jealousy towards the 16 years old Sea of Shoes girl.

Oh well.

+ Fall’s 1st guilty pleasure :

Blanche Consorti, the lil’ sister of mr. Pierre is on Elle Japan! She makes her own clothes! So cute!

We don’t know what she says becouse it’s in japanese! Who reads japanese?

-I also was supposed to be on it but the day the japnese lady took my picture I hade the disgusting short short bangs AND puked in the street right after shee took my photo. So I probabbly didn’t make the cut.

Man we sold so much stuff I couden’t’ belive it! People were lovin’ it! in the morning especially, when the pro yard buyers come around to gobble up anything that has a brand on it!
The Inner Seller came out in me , and by the end of the day I was exausted,  with tired limbs and tired voice but made close to 600 euros! Which I would say it’s pretty decent for a bunch o’ crap I wasn’t wearing anymore!

In the afternoon the friends came around, Francesca, Guilliome (in town from switzerland), Rory, Amelie Leslie and Andrew supported our cause and drank chapagne or Perrier in the sun.

To celebrate the slimming of my closet I took Zachary to eat at the Hotel du Nord! We had fancy Tuna, Coquilles St. Jaques, Cheesburger and Rose Sorbet (which sounds bizzarre but is actually really good) .
By 10 we were both passed out in bed. What a great day!