Sh(oe)opping

June 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

Today I am having shoes for lunch.  Scroll down to see what’s on the menu.

Om nom nom! Espadrilles! To be honest I do not have a single clue what French Soule is for a brand, might as well be pretty/very lame, but it says that they are handmade in France and their Logo looks like Peugeot’s (or Czeck Republic’s?) . My other espadrilles are in Paris, and I’m not there for another 8 days, so as you all can imagine it was rather a live-or-die situation.

And here goes treat #2: I felt emotionally ready for ANOTHER pair of Melissas. This time balerina flats that supposedly evokes a graphically colourfol Amazon forest. I actually might need a couple more beers for that to happen…

And yes. Shamefully enough I am one of THOSE girls.  THOSE who start wearing shoes 2 minutes after walking out of the store.  Even if that means wearing two pairs of shoes at the same time. Screw Less is More, that does not exist in Eastern Europe! More is so MORE!

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Hot Mess

June 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

There’s something spectacular about being a hot mess (and no, I am not saying that only to feel better about myself).

Take a look at this photo that got tweeted a couple of days ago by Love magazine: Catherine McNeil,one of the greatest models ever created, with her Corona and Aussie passport . And even if someone once told me not to do anything next to my computer /camera /phone that I wouldn’t do while standing next to my mom (on national television) this photo proves completely the opposite.   So here’s the lesson of the day kids: you rebel, you go straight to Vogue.

Speaking of rebels. I just came across  of what I call a wino’s bag by Envoyage. Such a must have for this season. Perfect to carry shoes or wine  bottles. I know, I know, it kind of hurts to choose between the two.

Learning to say no

June 2, 2011 § Leave a comment

I wish I knew how to say no to many things: shoes worth half of my monthly salary, voluntarily staying at the office AFTER office hours, that stranger last friday (in case my boyfriend is reading, I am just kidding , babylove. Sort of.) or all of these pastries down the street right before Bikini season.

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