ACNE vs. Top Shop

July 30, 2011 § 2 Comments

I have been drooling over these ACNE babies for months now. To the extent that I found myself deliberating if I should go to the ER and ask for a drip, as I was excessively loosing body fluids (ok ok, maybe to check out residents too..).

In any case, I am officially forbidden to spend money before my holidays, since I might as well end up drinking Budweiser and sleeping in a sub with no cash for a hotel room (or as a matter of fact for another Budweiser). Shoes coming with a price tag of 500 euros most certainly will not help.

However, it seems that Baby Jesus heard my prayers for more shoes and sent some rays of hope down to earth to make my sinful soul happy. Acne wannabees at Top Shop for one fifth of the price.  Who’s the bargain queen now?


What’s in my bag?

July 25, 2011 § Leave a comment

 Blackberry: Clear impact of Gossip Girl.

ACNE credit card holder: Clear impact of  Eric Northman  (a.k.a. I crave for anything that’s Swedish).

Ray-Bans: I was always secretly hoping to become Janis Joplin.

– Chewing Gum: Because that’s what cool kids buy.

Sisley lipsticks: Double the trouble, I am big sucker for these.

Estée Lauder Brush-on Illuminator for damage control after having some pre-dinner Long Island ice-tea.

-Chanel powder blush, shade 13 Candy: I was hungry when I bought it.

Cherry ChapStick+ Burt’s Bees rhubarb lip shimer+ The Body Shop mango lip butter (and all three together at the same time to get the famous Donatella Versace lip effect).

– Keys to my boytoy’s apartment in Paris. Score.

– A mini perfume bottle of Calvin Klein’s Eternity. Very convenient , if we forget the fact that bouncers constantly take it for a gin miniature. Chill dudes, no tonic involved and I am not a walking mini bar, at least not most of the time.

D.Co Copenhagen sandals: Tampa Tan

July 24, 2011 § Leave a comment

I believe my new D.Co Copenhagen Tampa tan sandals perfectly reflect my business school days: quality Danish groundwork followed by tanning it all off in Florida. Yeps. Basically, that’s me morphing into a shoe.

It’s OK, this resemblance creeps me out too. These sandals and my life.. it’s like telling Olsen twins apart.

Sales of deep-fried pizza are going down

July 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

Oh my. I would so be putting that bag of crackers back to the shelf if I saw a bunch of models catwalking around. Though the store is pretty good at targeting: marching around veggies and low-fat frozen yoghurt. Did someone say Weight Watchers?

Boy tears @ Smalto S/S 2012

July 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

Closing a Paris menswear show is the highlight of most male models’ careers. Though not for this peanut.

Fortunately Brazil produces not only great coffee and waxing techniques, but also drop-dead-gorgeous models as Alexandre Cunha, who doesn’t mind cat-walking with a toddler in his hands.  He  must a.) know that this is the key to every single girls heart, and b.) have 46 younger brothers anyway as any other hommie of his.

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