8.9.10
Another reason for me to love Marc Jacobs
This week Marc Jacobs opened his own bookshop called '' Bookmarc" in Bleeckerstreet, NY city.
5.9.10
Whatever Works: The addiction
Whatever Works: The addiction: "Never underestimate an addiction. It is a lean mean cash flow machine in my opinion. For example; I have an addiction to fashion. Fashion..."
The addiction
Never underestimate an addiction. It is a lean mean cash flow machine in my opinion.
For example; I have an addiction to fashion. Fashion and nothing but fashion.
I love the art of fashion, the items you just GOT to HAVE and - superficial as I am - the pretty models. (let us be utterly real and horribly honest, nobody wants to stare at ugly people, no, wait... 'misfortunate people').
With a large scale debt on my creditcard, my house and my bank account I still dream about dresses and skirts from the Fall 2010 Collection of Miu Miu. (<3)
They are outstanding, and fabulous and more. If anyone will disagree I will be forced never to speak to this someone ever again.
The second dress is the dress of my dreams, the skirt and the third dress are just amazing and ready to be drewled over.
Miu Miu is becoming more iconic then ever with their recognizable patterns.
Just take a look at the Resort 2011 collection (#4,#6 and #11):
Look at the wedges and the amount of bangles!
I cant wait for my bank account to put a smile on my face. The only items that will get the chance in a lifetime to get a one way ticket in to my closet are the items that will be designed by an artist.
Ofcourse there is one bag that my mind cannot stop thinking about (like the rest of the world); the 2,55 Chanel bag. Named after her date of birth. The price for a vintage one that needs a nice home is not as pricy as a brandnew Chanel bag, so maybe, just maybe. When I keep my wallet save and sound in my Louis instead of burning a hole in my hands this baby can be mine. Here seen on the lovely Ms. C. Chanel herself.
For example; I have an addiction to fashion. Fashion and nothing but fashion.
I love the art of fashion, the items you just GOT to HAVE and - superficial as I am - the pretty models. (let us be utterly real and horribly honest, nobody wants to stare at ugly people, no, wait... 'misfortunate people').
With a large scale debt on my creditcard, my house and my bank account I still dream about dresses and skirts from the Fall 2010 Collection of Miu Miu. (<3)
They are outstanding, and fabulous and more. If anyone will disagree I will be forced never to speak to this someone ever again.
In the picture above you'll find the piecies of art that are making me want to save up.
The second dress is the dress of my dreams, the skirt and the third dress are just amazing and ready to be drewled over.
Miu Miu is becoming more iconic then ever with their recognizable patterns.
Just take a look at the Resort 2011 collection (#4,#6 and #11):
The back to the 70's pantalons with - again - a print everybody wants to wear like the swallow print on silk we saw this spring:
Look at the wedges and the amount of bangles!
I cant wait for my bank account to put a smile on my face. The only items that will get the chance in a lifetime to get a one way ticket in to my closet are the items that will be designed by an artist.
Ofcourse there is one bag that my mind cannot stop thinking about (like the rest of the world); the 2,55 Chanel bag. Named after her date of birth. The price for a vintage one that needs a nice home is not as pricy as a brandnew Chanel bag, so maybe, just maybe. When I keep my wallet save and sound in my Louis instead of burning a hole in my hands this baby can be mine. Here seen on the lovely Ms. C. Chanel herself.
12.7.10
I see a red door, I must have it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black.
Paint it black. One of the greatest songs ever.
There is darkness in the city that, until yesterday, used to be so colorful. Yesterday it was orange even. Everbody was happy. You could feel a strange sort of unity. Yes, until about 11p.m yesterday, it was the greatest place to be.
At about 11p.m something was taken from us. Something, that was ours. Something, that has been ours for many many many years. Something, that we never really had, but it was ours. In spirit.
The city is dead. People are quiet and hung over. And alcohol isn't the one to blame. It's three men. Three thieves from England. The "boss" even, was a police officer. Can you imagine. And fourteen Spanish con-artists.
They took it from us. Sadness. Pain. Horror. Disgust. It's horrible. Me too. I'm even wearing black. Moarning our loss. Our pride. Our spirit.
We lost, the World Cup Football.
I don't mind losing. But, this was unfair. I am in pain.
The world has always been a horrible, unfair place. But, it just got unfairer (it's what I'm going to call it for now).
I am going to continue moarning our loss, until... until... until fairness is back and we get what's truly ours.
We are the world's greatest.. And we still love love love Stekelenburg, Sneijder, Van Persie, Van der Vaart, Robben, Van der Wiel, Heitinga, Van Bronckhorst, Kuijt (defenitely Kuijt), Huntelaar (he didn't play but we love him still) and the rest.
Spain sucks!
Paint it black. One of the greatest songs ever.
There is darkness in the city that, until yesterday, used to be so colorful. Yesterday it was orange even. Everbody was happy. You could feel a strange sort of unity. Yes, until about 11p.m yesterday, it was the greatest place to be.
At about 11p.m something was taken from us. Something, that was ours. Something, that has been ours for many many many years. Something, that we never really had, but it was ours. In spirit.
The city is dead. People are quiet and hung over. And alcohol isn't the one to blame. It's three men. Three thieves from England. The "boss" even, was a police officer. Can you imagine. And fourteen Spanish con-artists.
They took it from us. Sadness. Pain. Horror. Disgust. It's horrible. Me too. I'm even wearing black. Moarning our loss. Our pride. Our spirit.
We lost, the World Cup Football.
I don't mind losing. But, this was unfair. I am in pain.
The world has always been a horrible, unfair place. But, it just got unfairer (it's what I'm going to call it for now).
I am going to continue moarning our loss, until... until... until fairness is back and we get what's truly ours.
We are the world's greatest.. And we still love love love Stekelenburg, Sneijder, Van Persie, Van der Vaart, Robben, Van der Wiel, Heitinga, Van Bronckhorst, Kuijt (defenitely Kuijt), Huntelaar (he didn't play but we love him still) and the rest.
Spain sucks!
9.7.10
Things only I can do:
1. Eat an entire cardon of Haagendazs within 5 minutes and drinking a can of cancer-filled Coca Cola LIGHT.
2. Go to a Sample Sale and buying three pairs of shoes, with the rent-money. Thus, paying the rent two weeks too late.... Again.
3. Feeling fat -mainly due to the eating of Haagendazs Belgium Chocolate- and resort to eating an entire bag of potatochips and a blueberry muffin. And, of course drinking some more Coca Cola light.
4. Wanting to smoke, just because it makes you skinny, you get extra breaks during work and Scarlett Johansson looks cool doing it.
5. Working, but doing absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing. In this case it's even an understatement.
6. Buying food that expired a few days ago.
7. Not saving receipts, so not being able to return things. Could be a leather jacket or food that expired a few days ago.
8. Leaving work early, but then staying there to use the computer.
9. Acknowledging the fact that I am still at work, and staying there.
2. Go to a Sample Sale and buying three pairs of shoes, with the rent-money. Thus, paying the rent two weeks too late.... Again.
3. Feeling fat -mainly due to the eating of Haagendazs Belgium Chocolate- and resort to eating an entire bag of potatochips and a blueberry muffin. And, of course drinking some more Coca Cola light.
4. Wanting to smoke, just because it makes you skinny, you get extra breaks during work and Scarlett Johansson looks cool doing it.
5. Working, but doing absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing. In this case it's even an understatement.
6. Buying food that expired a few days ago.
7. Not saving receipts, so not being able to return things. Could be a leather jacket or food that expired a few days ago.
8. Leaving work early, but then staying there to use the computer.
9. Acknowledging the fact that I am still at work, and staying there.
8.7.10
OMFG
I'm numb. There aren't any words that could describe what I'm feeling now. Shock. Bedazzled. Happiness too I guess. But mostly shock.
Alexander Wang has done it again.
This could possibly be, my new favorite bag in the whole world. I must own it. And fortunately it's cheaper than a Chanel. For a measly six hundred something euros we can actually own one.
And check this out. The Marc by Marc Jacobs Cheeky Nico Fur Bag. God, I love fashion.
And of course the Prada East/West Shearling Tote. Love love love love.
The Nancy Gonzalez Crocodile Tote.
I'm going to sit in a corner and cry now. How can people afford these beauties? They are just big jerks! I will continue my saving progress and try to buy them one by one. I must say that this has been an eye opener for me. Instead of buying one Chanel, I could buy three out of the four bags shown above.
Alexander Wang has done it again.
This could possibly be, my new favorite bag in the whole world. I must own it. And fortunately it's cheaper than a Chanel. For a measly six hundred something euros we can actually own one.
And check this out. The Marc by Marc Jacobs Cheeky Nico Fur Bag. God, I love fashion.
And of course the Prada East/West Shearling Tote. Love love love love.
The Nancy Gonzalez Crocodile Tote.
I'm going to sit in a corner and cry now. How can people afford these beauties? They are just big jerks! I will continue my saving progress and try to buy them one by one. I must say that this has been an eye opener for me. Instead of buying one Chanel, I could buy three out of the four bags shown above.
7.7.10
The bone collector.
It is based on human bones, and funny enough it is to die for:
Givenchy Fall 2010
I have to be brave: lose a few kilo's, save thousands of euro's and thank the lord he made Givenchy.
Givenchy Fall 2010
I have to be brave: lose a few kilo's, save thousands of euro's and thank the lord he made Givenchy.
5.7.10
Headban(d)ana's.
As I am very Blair Waldorf orientated I went banana's over this headband:
It's a little hippie but nautical at the same time, and even though J'adore Blair W. I am a big ol' hippie at heart. Maybe it is because it is late and I am tired, but I can't stop my need for flipping through my Vogue fall/winter 2011 and choke. This is what I want to wear, or at least be surrounded with. My best buy for the season would be the new Celine bag, and if you have the money, let's just go with the Hermes because I find it has a much more sophisticated look, but maybe that is just the big 'H' screaming to me.
Of course I love these bags and I am sure if I had the money to buy one of these babies they would love me too. BUT, I am a sucker for the bigger bags and my heart is set on a new Louis Vuitton. The new collection is just so amazing it scares me. And clothes attend to never scare me at all. Just look at this amazing campaign picture and try not to drool.
BUT, I could literally die and go to heaven, with this:
I love everything about this bag and more.
My sleep tonight will exist of pills, drool and an amazing dream of me with this bag taking a stroll in the park enjoying each other.
x
P.s. a little something for my darling fellow blogger:
It's a little hippie but nautical at the same time, and even though J'adore Blair W. I am a big ol' hippie at heart. Maybe it is because it is late and I am tired, but I can't stop my need for flipping through my Vogue fall/winter 2011 and choke. This is what I want to wear, or at least be surrounded with. My best buy for the season would be the new Celine bag, and if you have the money, let's just go with the Hermes because I find it has a much more sophisticated look, but maybe that is just the big 'H' screaming to me.
Of course I love these bags and I am sure if I had the money to buy one of these babies they would love me too. BUT, I am a sucker for the bigger bags and my heart is set on a new Louis Vuitton. The new collection is just so amazing it scares me. And clothes attend to never scare me at all. Just look at this amazing campaign picture and try not to drool.
BUT, I could literally die and go to heaven, with this:
I love everything about this bag and more.
My sleep tonight will exist of pills, drool and an amazing dream of me with this bag taking a stroll in the park enjoying each other.
x
P.s. a little something for my darling fellow blogger:
1.7.10
When in Paris, do as they do:
Shop, shop, drink coffee, drink wine, smoke (didn't do that) and be nasty mean to everybody.
My brother and I went to Paris. Again, Paris is my favorite city -next to Amsterdam and New York of course-. We stayed at a friend -more family now- and so we had more money to spend on shopping instead of housing and food. I like going out to dinner, don't get me wrong, but not when there's someone who can seriously cook (for free) and when I'm not in a city where I feel people are ripping me off because I don't speak their language. Anyway we arrived late so we went to bed.
Day 1, Saturday:
Falko and I went to shopping outlet Val d'Europe. Falko was in heaven. He bought 2 Ralph Lauren Polo shirts, a shirt, Tommy Hilfiger jeans and shorts. Unfortunately for me, this day was the day my beloved memory had forsaken me. There was no Mulberry store, and I had forgotten my pin-code. No shopping for me. I wasn't sure if my creditcard had been payed off so I wasn't sure if I had any money. Though I was disappointed to find that there was no Mulberry, I was pleased to see a DvF store. I did not buy anything there. We walked to the Dolce & Gabanna store and I found THE sunglasses.. I had to have them! So, I picked them up and went to the cashregister. The lady picked up my glasses -picky me asked if she had new ones because she wanted to give me the one I picked up and had been worn by a lot of random people- and scanned them. She asked if I wanted to pay cash or card. Creditcard I said. I swiped the card, entered my pin and waited. My brother and I weren't very subtle in pleading and begging it would work. The machine beeped twice and the screen said approved. *high five*. My brother and I actually jumped up and high fived each other. So sad. The woman laughed. That high five will go down in poor-people history.
Day 2, Sunday:
Another day of shopping. We woke up early and took the subway to Lafayette and Printemps. I guess you could say that those are my number 2 and 3 on my list of favorite places in Paris. 1 Obviously being the Louvre and Tuillerie. We got out of the metro being over-excited to shop. I had told my brother all about the wonders of Lafayette. They both turned out to be closed on Sunday. Closed. You read it correctly. Closed, I'll say it again. Almost nothing is closed in Amsterdam on Sunday. Closed. I still cannot believe it. What a betrayal. We walked to the nearest Starbucks for some serious coffee. Also closed. Darn it.
I've already become a pro when it comes to Paris so we walked to the Arc the Triumph and Champs A'lysee. Did some some more shopping.
Day 3, Monday:
The tv in the house was always on playing the World Tournament Football. Today The Netherlands would play Japan. Daniel and Ana told us there was a huge screen in Trocadero (next to the Eiffeltower) and they would be showing the match. Falko, needing his sleep more than I do, stayed home in the morning and I went shopping. I now knew my pin-code again so I needed to shop. I went to Lafayette and went completely mad. In twenty minutes I had spent 60 euros on Chanel nailpolish, 275 on Prada shoes and 180 on an Alexander McQueen scarf. I have never felt so good in my life. I ran out of the store knowing I was almost broke and walked to the Starbucks. I had folded the Chanel shopping bag into my Prada shopping bag because I felt too good holding it. People were looking at me, mind you I was also holding my Louis bag, wearing my new D&G shades and wearing my new Sisley overall. I must have looked like some rich girl. I was proud. Listening to The White Stripes I just kept on feeling unbeatable. I am a 23 years young single girl, with an amazing collection of clothes, shoes and bags. I love my life. I am totally obsessed with clothes, shoes, bags, brands, sunglasses, shopping, buying, spending. People say it's an illness but I do not care. I feel so good with my stuff. I will love my scarf, my shoes, my bags... for ever! My ex-boyfriends should see me now.
Anyway I met with Falko, Ana and Daniel at Republique and we went to watch the footballmatch. The Netherlands won. Yay!
Day 3, Tuesday:
Like I said, I love the Louvre. My brother has never been, so I had to take him there. We went to Chatelet, had coffee and walked to the Louvre along all the stores on Rue de Rivoli.We entered the louvre from the side, walking through the "shoppingmall" Carrousel. Unfortunately we also entered some stores and ended up being more sunglasses. I bought RayBan shades and my brother Prada.
It's hard to believe but when we walked to the Louvre, it was closed. Yes, closed. On a Tuesday. I can understand them being closed on a Sunday and even on a Monday, but Tuesday? Sigh. We went back to shopping. I bought something for my mother and noticed I was missing a bankcard. My creditcard was in my wallet but my normal bankcard was gone. Did I leave it at the house? Did I leave it in a store? Did I drop it? It was gone. Panic struck me. I was completely stressed out. I walked back to all the stores trying to ask if anyone had found me. Nothing. I did now notice their lack of English. They did not understand me. Maybe they had found it but it was obvious they had no idea what I meant.It was utterly frustrating. We went back home and it wasn't there either. I called the bank and had my account blocked. If it was stolen I wasn't going to let someone else buy Prada's with my "hard earned" money.
After taking a little nap, Ana, Falko and I left for the Eiffeltower. I was wearing Ana's Spain shirt because Spain was playing Portugal. After the Eiffeltower we went to Trocadero again but this time it was packed! There must have been thousands of people trying to get in. We did not get in, which turned out to be fine because Spain won and the Portguese were not amused, at all.
Day 4, Wednesday:
The last day. Falko stayed in bed so I went to Petit Palais to see the YSL exhibit. I walked all the way from Chatelet and walked along the Seine. This may have been the most amazing exhibit I have ever seen. It was so inspirational. There were over 300 YSL pieces shown. Just hanging there being gorgeous. YSL was an artist. It was the best.
I am home now. I noticed that -besides my friends- I hadn't thought about Amsterdam at all. It feels weird to be home but also nice. I am wearing my Alexander McQueen scarf, Prada shoes, Zara strapless dress, Bershka Boy-friend Jacket, feeling like a changed woman. Paris did something to me. A good thing. I will go back in October, with your friend and mine, Kris. I am going to save up like crazy and I will go crazy again in Lafayette. Shopping in Amsterdam just doesn't do it for me. So, it won't be hard for me to save up.
From now on there will be more fashion blogging. Sorry for keeping you waiting.
We love you! Thinking of you always!
Pictures coming soon: stupid battery died.
My brother and I went to Paris. Again, Paris is my favorite city -next to Amsterdam and New York of course-. We stayed at a friend -more family now- and so we had more money to spend on shopping instead of housing and food. I like going out to dinner, don't get me wrong, but not when there's someone who can seriously cook (for free) and when I'm not in a city where I feel people are ripping me off because I don't speak their language. Anyway we arrived late so we went to bed.
Day 1, Saturday:
Falko and I went to shopping outlet Val d'Europe. Falko was in heaven. He bought 2 Ralph Lauren Polo shirts, a shirt, Tommy Hilfiger jeans and shorts. Unfortunately for me, this day was the day my beloved memory had forsaken me. There was no Mulberry store, and I had forgotten my pin-code. No shopping for me. I wasn't sure if my creditcard had been payed off so I wasn't sure if I had any money. Though I was disappointed to find that there was no Mulberry, I was pleased to see a DvF store. I did not buy anything there. We walked to the Dolce & Gabanna store and I found THE sunglasses.. I had to have them! So, I picked them up and went to the cashregister. The lady picked up my glasses -picky me asked if she had new ones because she wanted to give me the one I picked up and had been worn by a lot of random people- and scanned them. She asked if I wanted to pay cash or card. Creditcard I said. I swiped the card, entered my pin and waited. My brother and I weren't very subtle in pleading and begging it would work. The machine beeped twice and the screen said approved. *high five*. My brother and I actually jumped up and high fived each other. So sad. The woman laughed. That high five will go down in poor-people history.
Day 2, Sunday:
Another day of shopping. We woke up early and took the subway to Lafayette and Printemps. I guess you could say that those are my number 2 and 3 on my list of favorite places in Paris. 1 Obviously being the Louvre and Tuillerie. We got out of the metro being over-excited to shop. I had told my brother all about the wonders of Lafayette. They both turned out to be closed on Sunday. Closed. You read it correctly. Closed, I'll say it again. Almost nothing is closed in Amsterdam on Sunday. Closed. I still cannot believe it. What a betrayal. We walked to the nearest Starbucks for some serious coffee. Also closed. Darn it.
I've already become a pro when it comes to Paris so we walked to the Arc the Triumph and Champs A'lysee. Did some some more shopping.
Day 3, Monday:
The tv in the house was always on playing the World Tournament Football. Today The Netherlands would play Japan. Daniel and Ana told us there was a huge screen in Trocadero (next to the Eiffeltower) and they would be showing the match. Falko, needing his sleep more than I do, stayed home in the morning and I went shopping. I now knew my pin-code again so I needed to shop. I went to Lafayette and went completely mad. In twenty minutes I had spent 60 euros on Chanel nailpolish, 275 on Prada shoes and 180 on an Alexander McQueen scarf. I have never felt so good in my life. I ran out of the store knowing I was almost broke and walked to the Starbucks. I had folded the Chanel shopping bag into my Prada shopping bag because I felt too good holding it. People were looking at me, mind you I was also holding my Louis bag, wearing my new D&G shades and wearing my new Sisley overall. I must have looked like some rich girl. I was proud. Listening to The White Stripes I just kept on feeling unbeatable. I am a 23 years young single girl, with an amazing collection of clothes, shoes and bags. I love my life. I am totally obsessed with clothes, shoes, bags, brands, sunglasses, shopping, buying, spending. People say it's an illness but I do not care. I feel so good with my stuff. I will love my scarf, my shoes, my bags... for ever! My ex-boyfriends should see me now.
Anyway I met with Falko, Ana and Daniel at Republique and we went to watch the footballmatch. The Netherlands won. Yay!
Day 3, Tuesday:
Like I said, I love the Louvre. My brother has never been, so I had to take him there. We went to Chatelet, had coffee and walked to the Louvre along all the stores on Rue de Rivoli.We entered the louvre from the side, walking through the "shoppingmall" Carrousel. Unfortunately we also entered some stores and ended up being more sunglasses. I bought RayBan shades and my brother Prada.
It's hard to believe but when we walked to the Louvre, it was closed. Yes, closed. On a Tuesday. I can understand them being closed on a Sunday and even on a Monday, but Tuesday? Sigh. We went back to shopping. I bought something for my mother and noticed I was missing a bankcard. My creditcard was in my wallet but my normal bankcard was gone. Did I leave it at the house? Did I leave it in a store? Did I drop it? It was gone. Panic struck me. I was completely stressed out. I walked back to all the stores trying to ask if anyone had found me. Nothing. I did now notice their lack of English. They did not understand me. Maybe they had found it but it was obvious they had no idea what I meant.It was utterly frustrating. We went back home and it wasn't there either. I called the bank and had my account blocked. If it was stolen I wasn't going to let someone else buy Prada's with my "hard earned" money.
After taking a little nap, Ana, Falko and I left for the Eiffeltower. I was wearing Ana's Spain shirt because Spain was playing Portugal. After the Eiffeltower we went to Trocadero again but this time it was packed! There must have been thousands of people trying to get in. We did not get in, which turned out to be fine because Spain won and the Portguese were not amused, at all.
Day 4, Wednesday:
The last day. Falko stayed in bed so I went to Petit Palais to see the YSL exhibit. I walked all the way from Chatelet and walked along the Seine. This may have been the most amazing exhibit I have ever seen. It was so inspirational. There were over 300 YSL pieces shown. Just hanging there being gorgeous. YSL was an artist. It was the best.
I am home now. I noticed that -besides my friends- I hadn't thought about Amsterdam at all. It feels weird to be home but also nice. I am wearing my Alexander McQueen scarf, Prada shoes, Zara strapless dress, Bershka Boy-friend Jacket, feeling like a changed woman. Paris did something to me. A good thing. I will go back in October, with your friend and mine, Kris. I am going to save up like crazy and I will go crazy again in Lafayette. Shopping in Amsterdam just doesn't do it for me. So, it won't be hard for me to save up.
From now on there will be more fashion blogging. Sorry for keeping you waiting.
We love you! Thinking of you always!
Pictures coming soon: stupid battery died.
25.6.10
The girl, the cat and the guinea pigs.
It's June 25th. I have been looking forward to this day for a while now. Today is the day my dear brother and I leave for Paris. Paris, my favorite place to be. I realized that, by now, they have opened the doors of the Mulberry outlet store... And I know where it is. It's right next to the Ralph Lauren outlet store, the Jimmy Choo outlet store, Armani, Diesel, Tod's... You catch my drift. Last time I was there they were opening it's glorious and fashionable doors three days after my departure.. duuh. -well, actually not the last time but when I was there with my mom. Why I didn't go there with my bestfriend is beyond me-. I had a wonderful financial surprise and so I will be taking enough money to come back with a Mulberry. I do hope my conscious feels the same way.
But, leaving Amsterdam also means leaving my house, my guinea pigs and my sweet babycat. I've left it in the care of my good friend M, but seeing as I'm the most stressed person in the world -well, second most - I think my fellow blogger may hold first place ha ha.- My house is now filled with notes. Notes for my books, my keys, food, cat care, guinea pig care, tv-use, bed, oven, window et cetera. I feel like a mad woman but, this is the very first time I leave my house for someone else. I've left it empty. I like empty because then I know nothing will happen. I trust M, but I don't trust my cat. I've had nightmares where Louis -cat- is sitting in the guinea pig cage looking all smug because he just scored two new Viktor & Rolf fur coats. Viktor & Rolf -guinea pigs- are actually bigger than him at the moment, but the way guinea pigs are built leaves them absolutely helpless against the lean mean fighting machine that is cat. I saw what he does to mice, it's not a pretty sight.
But, leaving Amsterdam also means leaving my house, my guinea pigs and my sweet babycat. I've left it in the care of my good friend M, but seeing as I'm the most stressed person in the world -well, second most - I think my fellow blogger may hold first place ha ha.- My house is now filled with notes. Notes for my books, my keys, food, cat care, guinea pig care, tv-use, bed, oven, window et cetera. I feel like a mad woman but, this is the very first time I leave my house for someone else. I've left it empty. I like empty because then I know nothing will happen. I trust M, but I don't trust my cat. I've had nightmares where Louis -cat- is sitting in the guinea pig cage looking all smug because he just scored two new Viktor & Rolf fur coats. Viktor & Rolf -guinea pigs- are actually bigger than him at the moment, but the way guinea pigs are built leaves them absolutely helpless against the lean mean fighting machine that is cat. I saw what he does to mice, it's not a pretty sight.
I'm a single 23 years young girl, with two guinea pigs and a cat. It doesn't get any more crazy pet persony than this... sigh.
Oh well, see you in Paris!
Oh well, see you in Paris!
20.6.10
Come over to the darkside.
For my birthday -yes, another year closer to Botox- my beloved mother took me to a modern dance show. Though, I am not the type who "gets" the message they are trying to give, I do love all -ahum, most- forms of art and theatre. Thus, including this.
It was an amazing show but, I can honestly tell you it might have been the scariest thing I've ever seen. The lights kept going off -I am scared of the dark, still- and they kept making scary and loud noises. The characters were hard to identify. Most of the dancers were wearing black lycra leotards -looking like ninja's without the weapons- and the others were casually dressed in sloppy sweat pants and shirts. One of them was a baby. The umbilical cord gave it away... and maybe the fact that IT kept saying is was a baby. Another character was a sorcerer -more like a French sorcerer from the 1400s-. The last person I could identify was death. His long and beautiful gown gave that away. When he would jump up and down, the gown would actually bounce, eventhough the fabric would move seperately (and normal) when the person would walk. I don't know what it was made of, but I do know who made it.
Issey Miyake is my new favorite designer. The way he captured the whole idea of death in his gown, and the fact that he was immediately recognizable was incredible.
Unfortunately I couldn't find the DEATH gown, but I did find some other great designs.
13.6.10
Truth be told.
I had to babysit my favorite little girl yesterday, her name is Sterre and she's 7 years old. She is so different from all the other girls her age. She doesn't like dolls, barbie and all that stuff. She likes nature, drawing and reading... and me. As she once said: everyone she knows is 'people', but I am a girl. Sigh... Other peoples kids are so sweet. But, they are also way too honest. Besides her usual sweet hugs, kisses and remarks... She sometimes blurs out inconvenient truths like, "*sigh* your drawing is ugly, draw something else" and the worst one yet "your belly is fat".
My belly is fat. All my friends tell me I'm skinny but she tells me I'm fat. GREAT. I know I look good, but my belly is fat. I stopped eating carbs, mostly (obviously still drinking my beloved hazelnut soy lattes) but I have completely stopped now. Even the feeling after eating an entire carton of Haagendazs -750ml- couldn't compare the feeling I felt now. I unzipped my skirt immediately so not to feel my fat roll over the top of it.
After putting her to bed and getting a billion hugs and kisses, I felt ok again -still repeating to myself I would never eat again in my life-. Before she closed her eyes she told me I should write in her friendship book. I love friendship books. It's nice to be reminded who your friends were at a certain time in your life and what they were like. Anyway: her friendship book came straight out of the depths of hell!
One confronting question after another. It all started with: "How tall are you:..." I answered truthfully and wrote down my height... I've come to terms with my height. Followed by: "How much do you weigh:..." sigh.... I lied. Then "What makes you special:...." Uhmmmm.... And the last one: "What are you good at:...." Hmmmmm.... Uuh..Yes.... Mmmmmm... I. Am. Good. At.... Uhmm... Crap. Ok again. I. Am. Good. At.... Setting goals I can't reach? Giving up? No, no good. Uhmm. I wrote down: knitting.
Sad, really.
There were some fun questions like: "Who's your favorite artist:..." I wrote down the Prodigy. "What's your favorite movie:..." Donnie Darko. Mosts people answered Disney Films and Beyonce. I am cool. And my favorite question "Which three things would you bring to an uncharted Island:...." Uhm....The truth: My Blackberry, Jake Gyllenhaal and a bed. Hahaha. But, I wrote down: A working boat, a satellite phone with camera and my best friends..
My belly is fat. All my friends tell me I'm skinny but she tells me I'm fat. GREAT. I know I look good, but my belly is fat. I stopped eating carbs, mostly (obviously still drinking my beloved hazelnut soy lattes) but I have completely stopped now. Even the feeling after eating an entire carton of Haagendazs -750ml- couldn't compare the feeling I felt now. I unzipped my skirt immediately so not to feel my fat roll over the top of it.
After putting her to bed and getting a billion hugs and kisses, I felt ok again -still repeating to myself I would never eat again in my life-. Before she closed her eyes she told me I should write in her friendship book. I love friendship books. It's nice to be reminded who your friends were at a certain time in your life and what they were like. Anyway: her friendship book came straight out of the depths of hell!
One confronting question after another. It all started with: "How tall are you:..." I answered truthfully and wrote down my height... I've come to terms with my height. Followed by: "How much do you weigh:..." sigh.... I lied. Then "What makes you special:...." Uhmmmm.... And the last one: "What are you good at:...." Hmmmmm.... Uuh..Yes.... Mmmmmm... I. Am. Good. At.... Uhmm... Crap. Ok again. I. Am. Good. At.... Setting goals I can't reach? Giving up? No, no good. Uhmm. I wrote down: knitting.
Sad, really.
There were some fun questions like: "Who's your favorite artist:..." I wrote down the Prodigy. "What's your favorite movie:..." Donnie Darko. Mosts people answered Disney Films and Beyonce. I am cool. And my favorite question "Which three things would you bring to an uncharted Island:...." Uhm....The truth: My Blackberry, Jake Gyllenhaal and a bed. Hahaha. But, I wrote down: A working boat, a satellite phone with camera and my best friends..
10.6.10
Thank you captain obvious!
Don't you just hate when people are stating the total obvious and yet still seem surprised!
People looking at the empty jar, pointing at it even. And then still ask me: "Are the cookies finished?". Uhhhmmm no, I'm hiding them to annoy you. ;-)
That was it for now. I am at work now, you see and I had the brilliant idea to hook up my laptop to the sound system and put on Otis Redding. But, of course I am tempted to blog every now and then.
Ciao for now, I'll write again when some other... noob... comes along! -so, I'll see you again in about 5- hehe.
People looking at the empty jar, pointing at it even. And then still ask me: "Are the cookies finished?". Uhhhmmm no, I'm hiding them to annoy you. ;-)
That was it for now. I am at work now, you see and I had the brilliant idea to hook up my laptop to the sound system and put on Otis Redding. But, of course I am tempted to blog every now and then.
Ciao for now, I'll write again when some other... noob... comes along! -so, I'll see you again in about 5- hehe.
I can't get no... satisfaction
Nothing really to do with what I'm about to write, but I love Otis Redding and even though the Stones did a great version of this song, Otis is the master and there is no beating him.
Anyway on with it.
I have accepted the fact that women need to be tall -I wear high heels-. I have accepted the fact that women need to be skinny -I don't eat carbs-. I have accepted the fact that women cannot have hair on legs, private parts, armpits and upperlips -I shave my legs and am blessed with not having a mustache-. But, no armhair? Excusez moi! I love my armhair.
Immediately feeling self conscious I got up and walked away. Apparently she waxes her arms all the time.
I am putting my foot down! This has gone too far. I am keeping my armhair and if anyone has a problem with that... well... then.... bluggh!
9.6.10
Man candy
Saying fashion is limited to clothes and accessories is a little shortsighted and absolutely, completely and utterly wrong. One of the greatest fashion accessories is -apart from coffee- a guy. Having an absolutely gorgeous hottie next to you, holding your hand... loving you, is the best! A great guy will make every outfit look good.
Here's the love of my life. He makes me smile. He gives me hope. Makes my toes tingle. Even... makes me drool.
The horror.
It started with feeling sick, sitting on the couch with a cup of tea, a bucket for the inconvenient throwing up a few Vogue's and my laptop.
Then it happened; once again I fell in love.
In love with the most beautiful bag in the world, and no this is not the
-Iabsolutelymusthavethisbagbecausemyselfesteemneedsaboost- bag.
I spotted this gorgeous piece on the arm of one of my favourite girls: Ashley Olsen.
But, now you know why I am feeling totally depressed.
I found out that this treasure does not only costs around 9K, it is vintage!
I do love Ashley now even more, but still I am a little pissed off. How in the world can we dress like our role models if you buy things we absolutely, not in a million years can buy.
Anyways, I wont bore you with my attempt to throw myself of the balcony.
The bag is Fendi, crocodile leather, black and shiny.
If I had this bag I would probably hump it.
Then it happened; once again I fell in love.
In love with the most beautiful bag in the world, and no this is not the
-Iabsolutelymusthavethisbagbecausemyselfesteemneedsaboost- bag.
I spotted this gorgeous piece on the arm of one of my favourite girls: Ashley Olsen.
But, now you know why I am feeling totally depressed.
I found out that this treasure does not only costs around 9K, it is vintage!
I do love Ashley now even more, but still I am a little pissed off. How in the world can we dress like our role models if you buy things we absolutely, not in a million years can buy.
Anyways, I wont bore you with my attempt to throw myself of the balcony.
The bag is Fendi, crocodile leather, black and shiny.
If I had this bag I would probably hump it.
Mulberry.
For all you Mulberry lovers:
Mulberry is working on a more affordable line to sell at target.com !
Available from October 10 up till December 24.
Mulberry is working on a more affordable line to sell at target.com !
Available from October 10 up till December 24.
7.6.10
Oh my Buddha!
Not to shock you all, but of course when my financial status hits rock bottom i get my invisible board and surf as cool as can be to Asos.com.
Then the worst thing ever happened.
I found this Viktor & Rolf inspired dress.
Luckily my hips told me this isn't a good look for me, so now i am eating celery sticks and am saving at the same time.
Si incroyablement belle, jouir!
Then the worst thing ever happened.
I found this Viktor & Rolf inspired dress.
Luckily my hips told me this isn't a good look for me, so now i am eating celery sticks and am saving at the same time.
Si incroyablement belle, jouir!
Ad infinitum
So there.
Now all kind of bells are going off in my head "nobody wants you to get a tattoo" , " You will never be taken seriously at a job interview", "Your dad would never ever have approved of this" and the most important one: " This is so not what Blair Waldorf would do'.
I calm myself down, take a sip of my Chai and tell myself over and over that it's about what I want, what I need, what I love and what I stand for.
Ironically my tattoo would say 'Let it be', and we all know that that is the thing I won’t be doing concerning this subject.
I absolutely love the phrase, love the song, love the Beatles and I adore where it stands for.
The voices in my head keep saying things to me that I do not really want to here, but since I am scared for arguments, I even listen to them.
Freja Beha, -the model with serious balls- has several kick ass tattoos.
I know I am not that pretty, but I guess that is not the first thought she had when she took the tattoos: 'Could I pull this off". No, that is my issue.
Freja has a tattoo on her wrist which says: 'Tonight the world is mine'. Have you ever met someone this awesome? I have never.
Well, I might as well say it: Let it be.
I'll keep you posted in the tattoo department.
God bless,
The mind works in mysterious ways
I suddenly realized which dress it was I was dreaming of.
Of course it had to be this dress. It has always been the dress of my dreams, created by my all time favorite designer, who unfortunately left us at an early age.
Behold the Percy [click]
Cigarettes and coffee...
I was in a panic. I wore a light-pink leather wedding dress and nothing was going as planned. For some reason the wedding I had pictured wasn't happening. I had to run so many errands and no one seemed willing to help me. Was I going mad? Where was everybody? Why was I all alone!
After a stressful morning the wedding was in the past. I was happy. I was married to somebody. I was a wife. Though I couldn't find my husband it didn't matter. I was walking over rooftops in my beautiful wedding dress. Not a care in the world. I was someones wife, for the rest of my life.
I woke up feeling all alone. Realizing I wasn't married, I wasn't someones beautiful wife. I didn't have the dress. I know I have a wild imagination but this was different. It wasn't some wacky dream with lots of different colors and locations. Everything in my dream had happened in my life and I knew everyone very well, they were all people I cared about or had cared about at some point in my life. My husband on the other hand stayed anonymous.
Five hours later I still remember most of my dream. I do so wish I had seen my husband.
Now I'm sitting at the Coffee Company drinking my large hazelnut soy latte and listening to Jeff Buckley. My whole morning is a blur even though I had a very busy morning -woke up at 8, cleaned my house, did the laundry, had breakfast, took a long shower-. My head hurts and inspiration is again... lost.
*yawn*
4.6.10
Damn you sun!
I don't do sun very well. Which is very unfortunate you see, for, I don't do snow and rain very well either. Snow is my archenemy. Wind is ok. I like wind.
Anyway. The sun is shining and I went from pretty pale to ugly painful red in about an hour. Now I'm hiding in my room, in my warm bed with the curtains closed. I think -maybe- I was born to be a vampire. But, I may have been reading too many vampire-stories.
As sun not only makes your skin look orange, gives you cancer, gives me a headache and kills plants, it also messes with my inspiration. Just so you have something to read and to give you another little peek into the lives of your wonderful bloggers, here's something that stops our hearts -or accelerates it, depending on our location and alcohol-level- and has absolutely nothing to do with fashion... what so ever!
The Prodigy!!
2.6.10
The one that got away.
Today I had an amazing but freightening thought.
What if, the person you always wanted to be when you grow up turns out forgotten when you get older.
When you grow older you get all kinds of trouble you have to cope with. In my opinion this is because when you get older the world around you changes mentally.
You don’t think the same about the stuff you admire as a child. A butterfly is pretty but not much noticed, but when you are a little kid this creature is the most outstanding life form you have ever -or will ever- seen.
I have the feeling this ability to see all the little things in the most positive way is slipping through my fingers every day.
For example, when I was a little girl I wanted to be a fashion designer (and of course a princess). For hours I would draw pictures of girls with high heels, dresses and hats. Little did I know what would happen to me in the same life but just a little later.
My mother told me I had a talent for drawing and writing stories. So I wanted to be a fashion designer or a famous writer, or both. I keep forgetting this, but when I come home from an exhausting day at work I suddenly realise how fast everything goes and how little time we have on this planet to do the things we always dreamed of doing.
Now I am older (not that old, just older) I have so much famous role models, and still this one is my favourite: Carrie Bradshaw. She resembles my inner child in a grown up way so much it is scary.
Why I am co writing this blog is a part of building my new life. Very slow but steady I am going in a new direction. I want to see beautiful things, do whatever comes to mind and believe in whatever I believed in when I was little.
Children are so much smarter than we all think. They see the world as we all should look at it.
What if, the person you always wanted to be when you grow up turns out forgotten when you get older.
When you grow older you get all kinds of trouble you have to cope with. In my opinion this is because when you get older the world around you changes mentally.
You don’t think the same about the stuff you admire as a child. A butterfly is pretty but not much noticed, but when you are a little kid this creature is the most outstanding life form you have ever -or will ever- seen.
I have the feeling this ability to see all the little things in the most positive way is slipping through my fingers every day.
For example, when I was a little girl I wanted to be a fashion designer (and of course a princess). For hours I would draw pictures of girls with high heels, dresses and hats. Little did I know what would happen to me in the same life but just a little later.
My mother told me I had a talent for drawing and writing stories. So I wanted to be a fashion designer or a famous writer, or both. I keep forgetting this, but when I come home from an exhausting day at work I suddenly realise how fast everything goes and how little time we have on this planet to do the things we always dreamed of doing.
Now I am older (not that old, just older) I have so much famous role models, and still this one is my favourite: Carrie Bradshaw. She resembles my inner child in a grown up way so much it is scary.
Why I am co writing this blog is a part of building my new life. Very slow but steady I am going in a new direction. I want to see beautiful things, do whatever comes to mind and believe in whatever I believed in when I was little.
Children are so much smarter than we all think. They see the world as we all should look at it.
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