Bruno Magli

Full Moon

Full Moon

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There are a couple of events that cause everybody to post practically the same picture simultaneously (can't help but think how funny it would be if all the gals in the city would buy Louboutins and share at the same time). Yes, of course, they're natural phenomena: rainbows mainly (comment: awesome), extremely heavy bouts of rain (comment: sucks) or, like yesterday: a beautiful full moon over Amsterdam.

Within minutes moon struck pictures from all over the city popped up, and I couldn't get out of my sweatpants (Oops, confession! Seldomly wear couture at home...) and up in the window (comment: brrrrr!) quickly enough to capture the moment too.

Now the only thing I have to deal with is that the whole street probably thinks I'm some suicidal lunatic and people have called 911 to make sure I'm rescued. I wouldn't mind. A picture in some slim-fit white vest (Yohji Yamamoto please!) and some nice guys leading me downstairs in heels would deliver a great post as well.

xxx

Today's shoes are Bruno Magli

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Prepping for Cannes (part two)

Prepping for Cannes (part two)

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OK. Having obviously failed in preparing cute bikini figure by running (yeah, I know, should have subscribed to gym earlier this year, but rather than in shape, all I ever got there was a fungus…) I thought maybe should cover up cheesy skin with tan.

Knowing that it’s all about light and illusion, it seems like a good idea to achieve a darker hue, which will cheat over love handles, cellulite and spider veins.
No, spray tan is not an option: have had (and written about) enough orange in the past few days, and am sticking to things I know (from the 80ies I must confess): The sunbed.
So, how did it work exactly. You throw a coin in a machine, put on some ridiculous looking goggles, blue light turns on and instantly you are swimming in a sea of your own sweat while listening to bad tunes for 30 minutes, right?
Ah! And don’t forget to turn after half of your paid time, otherwise white stripes will ruthlessly reveal that you are probably a season ticket holder.

Oh shoot! Did I say white stripes?
Suddenly feel very much like an episode of “There is one hidden mistake in the picture - can you find it”. If you know what I mean, I will buy you a drink in Cannes. Wearing a full body condom.

xxx

Today’s shoes are Bruno Magli

The female side of men

The female side of men

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It started with a conversation between two guys in a bar I overheard yesterday.

“Dude, I met this girl and really: she is different from anything I have ever experienced (other Dude nods.) “You know she is really funny and witty and we really had this great time together. So intense, man: she really gave me the feeling that I was special.” (other Dude nods.) “I can really tell you that there was something going on between us you know, but now she hasn’t called in like three days, and I really don’t want to push it like: you know bothering her and all. (other Dude nods and sip’s beer)
“So here’s the thing: shall I call her? I mean does that make me look desperate?
Or will she think that I am obtrusive? I mean, if she is into me, which she TOTALLY gave me the impression to be - than she would give me a ring right?” (other Dude nods) …

There it was. The female side of men.
(Seems we are not that different after all…)
With a big smile on my face I couldn’t help but think about my dear friend “Schöner Mann”. This could have totally been a discussion between him and me. (Me nodding and sipping beer :-))

Since he is really a man of the ladies (he will call you within three days though),
and since we are going to celebrate his birthday tonight
(plus he is someone being able to channel his female side big times (in the best meaning)), I am totally inspired to through him a girly b-day experience.

You think it’s maybe a little over the top to decorate
a grown up man’s B-day cake with a shoe?
I don’t.
He is reading my blog.

xxx

P.S.: Todays shoes are Bruno Magli

Golden Globes

Golden Globes

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I’m still on champagne, so excuse me if I might talk a little weird today:

the party yesterday was just so much fun.
We do it every year: 12 old friends gathering for a belated christmas dinner,
so there’s a lot of catching up, unheard stories, lots of laughter, vivid discussions,
plenty of delicious food (hello: how to gain 4 pounds in one evening! :-)
and loads of wine. Even my cake was eatable!

Hurray, and now, it’s time to prepare for tonight, as the Golden Globes are looming.
I’m all up for the live red carpet, the fashion frenzy, the gossip,
and most of all: Ricky Gervais.
I’m a huge fan and can’t wait what he will pull off this year to “offend” a bunch of vain artists who take themselves too seriously.

Yeah, I get it: it’s a hard, hard life :-))

The living room is already prepped (I was wondering if having my own red carpet might be over the top), I will dress up, shoes are picked.
Let’s chill the bubbly and arrange the TV remote (switching channels is a must)
and laptop (twitter is GREAT for all the fashion babble) in arms reach.

It’s very possible that I will start the week all racoon eyed,
but hey: a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right?

xxx
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P.S.: Todays shoes are Bruno Magli