Girl on a mission

People,

I have an announcement to make. As I am leaving for Paris in a few weeks, I will be coming back with:

The "I don't know the name Chanel bag". I absolutely must have it. I've learned that when buying things-so-expensive-you-can't-do-anything-else it has so many advantages. First of all, I will have my very own Chanel. A dream come true! Second, I won't be able to afford food... No food equals loosing weight. Skinny and Chanel... It just doesn't get any better!

NOTE: As I don't actually know the price of the "I don't know the name Chanel bag" I might come back without. Or not come back at all if the price is so insane I'll have a heart attack and die right then and there.

Not a part of the club.

It's about that time again. The time for us to vote.

Here in the Netherlands you are allowed to vote as soon as you are eighteen. I've been eighteen for almost five years and I am embarrassed to admit I have never voted. I voted for the president of the United States but, only because my dad told me I had to. 
All around me people -friends and family- are wrapped up in this politics fad. They watch the tv, and when they've missed the debates they ask other people about it or watch the rerun. I do no such thing, nor do I care to be honest.

I feel like a total outsider. Fortunately my best friend and fellow blog writer feels the same way. But, my other friends, colleagues and even my family are forcing me to vote. I thought voting was a choice not an obligation. Don't they tell you it's a privilege to vote. If I choose not to care, why is it such a problem?

I don't read newspapers. I don't watch the news and I don't listen to the news on the radio. I am completely and utterly oblivious to the happenings in the world and I am completely content about that.
And since I am so oblivous to the happenings in the world, why would my vote be so important?

I am putting my foot down and I will not vote... Unless my daddy tells me to.

Heaven.

When everyone in Holland was watching the telly, wondering what the dutch politicians might or might not say, i was looking in one of my favourite books.


It is a book which many people frown upon, but i love it anyways.


The book is called 'Influence' and is written by the -tudududuuum- Olsen twins.


Oh, how i love them! The big eyes, the blonde hair, the 'i don't care about anything because i am a tiny artyfarty girl dressed like a big fat bum' attitude. 
I wish i could be like that.


But ofcourse, i dont live (many people disagree on this) in my imaginary world. 
I am not that thin, nor that beautiful, but if i read this amazing book i am exactly that kind of girl.


I imagine i wear louboutins mixed with an old scarf, a Chanel jacket, a dress from Primark and a Alexander Wang bag (i think i just wet myself).


But, enough about me. This book is fabulous and i recommend it to everyone who is artyfarty and really into fashion and extraordinary people.


Ashley and Mary Kate Olsen each interviewed a person that made a big impression on them over the years, for example: Diane von Furstenberg, Margarita Missoni and John Galliano.


All the people in the book are so lovely and have such strong abilities to make the most outstanding things and i admire their will power so much. It really is a book of inspiration.


I took some pictures of this book so you can see what i'm talking about:

And ofcourse, because all ice creams have a cherry on top:


If this isn't heaven i dont know what is:




















Keep dreaming!


xoxo


P.s. another slice of heaven opening soon; the Marc Jacobs store in the Bijenkorf in Amsterdam!

The pain.

I was sitting in a restaurant (early as always) waiting for my dear friend H. She is beautiful. She's blond(ish), tall, skinny and still curvy. The complete opposite of me as I am dark haired, short and curvier. In an attempt to hide my shortcomings I decided to wear high heels. I have lots of them but I never wear them because unlike some women, I find them unwalkable.

But, as I was walking through the city in complete agony, I passed a store window and saw a pair of beautiful skinny long legs. I stopped and stared and was surprised to see that the girl in the window was wearing the same shoes as me and the same stockings and the same skirt. When I looked up I saw she had the same bag, the same poncho and.... she was looking at me too. I took a while but then it finally hit me: the girl with the beautiful legs was me. Me. Me. Me.

I continued walking -torture- but kept thinking about my legs. I was gorgeous, all thanks to my wonderful shoes. I shall always wear high heels. No matter how much I suffer.

Regrets

In life, I've learned that it is of the utmost importance not to have any regrets. So, you probably expect me to now tell you I have none. Unfortunately I have many. One of which is the not buying of the Marc Jacobs Love Story Tote.

Though I always promised myself to buy it someday, I just discovered it is no longer for sale. I admit this bag is about... ooehh 5 seasons old, it would've been a timeless bag and it would've made me look stunning... Whatever I was wearing.



I am now forced to continue saving up for the Lady Dior and -of course- the classic Chanel. Wish me luck.

Sudden realization.

While riding my bicycle it hit me; the entire city seems to be lacking in the inspiration-department. Outside the same people are wearing the same things and are either too naked or too overdressed. Most people consider a comfortable outfit more valuable than a fashionable one. I must admit it's a tempting way to go -when waking up after a long night of drinking and dancing- but it's the wrong way to go. People seem to be so strict when it comes to wrong and right in say... politics. What happened to the fashion wrongs and right?

It bores me. We are both very judgmental people and nothing gets our flows running like horrible fashion flaws. But, unfortunately even those are hard to see now. Please people, do us a favor! Dare to wear something else for a change! Like Paris Hilton said: "It's better to be rose in a bed of weeds, than a weed in bed of roses." (I do feel that being a weed in a bed of roses is still better than being a rose in a bed of roses). Food for thought.

Love.

My new found glory, my new favourite person in the world (at least for the day).


Maybe it's the sushi overdose, maybe the 3D glasses got me off guard, but i think those big green eyes, hysterical laugh and carrotty hair made me fall in love.


Obviously i'm talking about the mad Hatter, his style and witty character makes me laugh when i need it.


I wanted to post a picture of the man but blogger seems to have a problem with my new friend.


Later on i will post a picture to share him with you all.


For the time being:

There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter. Which luckily I am.

Sleep tight and dont let the bed bugs bite!


Ah, at last:

Johnny Depp and Tim Burton, also a big inspiration.

A tribute

I know I'm not always the caring one, and I don't always let my precious know how much it means to me.
So I would like to take the opportunity to let the world know that I love my BlackBerry and I couldn't imagine a day without it!

Thank you technology for bringing us together.

People we admire.

I know this sounds very cheesy and plastic. 
But if i think of someone i admire, i think of Blair Waldorf.


 -And Oprah, ofcourse-


Yes, the Queen Bee is just a character made up by Hollywood's finest interns probably, but that is not the point. She is the one person i would like to look like, act like and just be like.


For instance, look at this coat and you will agree immediately:

I rest my case.

Stuff willing to explore.

Just to give you a little peek into our lives, i will show you what book we are reading right this second:

A start...

Amsterdam. It may not be Paris, Milan or New York but it sure is a wonderful place to live. The summers are hot and the winters are cool. People are skinny, beautiful and fashionable. And thanks to Mastercard all stores are at our service.

On that note. If you were not aware of this piece of info, we are delighted to inform you that http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/ will send you your Louboutin's and Choo's to your doorstep, anywhere in Amsterdam.

Also take a strawl down the Vondelpark. The place to be to catch some sun, drink wine and read a book. It may not be your cup'o tea, but you'll sure look fabulous doing it.

Quote of fashion.

When in doubt, wear red.

Bill Blass