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URBAN JUNGLE
Somewhere out there in the African bush, there's a tigress walking around proudly in a tight skirt and high heels.
… Yeah, well, maybe not. But in the urban jungle where I live, she roams the streets freely.
Good morning, leopard print is back!
Before you scrunch up your noses at me, let me open with a little confession – Leopard print is one of my favorite fashion trends. I have no explanation for it. I guess the hours of watching Peggy Bundy on high heels while wearing shiny slacks, leopard print shirts and puffy hair did the job during my childhood (For those of you who are not familiar with this character, you probably didn’t grown up in the 80's).
SWEATER WEATHER
Morning. The Chanel Post is up and running.
I’m filled with pride, but am also totally stressed and full of expectations mixed with tiredness, after many full-on exhausting days… But hey! at least I have great make up to hide the little dark bags under my eyes ;- )
Outside is stormy and rainy – a perfect scene for drama.
I fixed myself a cup of coffee, sat down and with a sigh I thought to myself – what next? where do we go from here?
RED HOT
There are things that I guess I would never be able to understand. Such as the male brain for example.
I’ll give you an example – you got up in the morning, got ready, really put some effort in, wore your most fashionable outfit and went to work. At the corner coffeeshop you met your friend. He took a long glance at you and… the best line he managed to get out was something to do with a soccer team?! Unbelievable!
You’re convinced that your red top is a symbol for femininity and seduction and all he sees is that you’re a Manchester United fan. Go figure :- )
MY CHANEL AFFAIR
Chanel Fashion House invited me to meetup while I was in Paris. From here to there… a collaboration happened :- )
"On what planet are you on?!" you're probably asking yourselves.
Between us, I'm asking myself the same thing. The far-fetched sequence of experiences that has been following me over the last month is so surreal that I'm actually laughing at myself as I'm writing these words and saying to myself – "who's gonna believe me?"