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Ride me a Helicopter!

Ride me a Helicopter!

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Am still caught in the memories of the fantastic party we attendend (Pinch me! What a night, what a wedding, what fantastic new friends, everybody so lovely!), trying to find my way back to reality, when we have to leave to Foz do Iguaçu which is in the very very South of Brazil.

It’s where some small water spectacle is going on: the Iguaçu Falls, which have a flow capacity equal to three times that of Niagara Falls. You know, your average waterfalls partly located on the Brazilian side, others already in Argentina. My eyes open wide when a helicopter is awaiting to take us on a ride (hello Michale Kors Ad!) to enjoy the spectacular view.

Oh yeah, and that was before we boarded a speed boat and - just because me and my heels can -grabbed a cab to enjoy South American Steak (the best!) for dinner: in Argentina that is.

xxx

Today’s shoes are Kallisté

Tim Walker’s Nightmare

Tim Walker’s Nightmare

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Tim Walker has always been one of my favorite photographers and since I couldn’t sleep yesterday (blame it on the excitement of my recent Net-A-Porter purchase) I was browsing his work online. Somehow dozing off over the magical, dreamy work he’s created, sucked into flower fields, cupcake trees and balloon-filled huge ceilings, I am not surprised when I feel a tap on my shoulder. It’s Coco Rocha dressed up as Donnie Darko whispering: you should come to our room, we have a party going on. Intrigued, I follow her through a small corridor with open doors, allowing me to peek into the small rooms as we pass.
I spot Mozart in one, singing along to piano tunes (he is wearing next season Louis Vuitton, the bastard) and Tom Ford in another (he is wearing high heels: no surprise). Coco, sporting a dream of pinkish couture, leads me to another tiny room, that I reckon is the 7 1/2 floor from Being John Malkovich, where Tom Robbins greets us with the words: “It’s never too late to have a happy childhood!”

Someone hands me a bunch of carrots to use as a microfon for a karaoke session, and before I know it I am dancing on a small French bed with Coco, Tom (one), Tom (two) and Amadeus, all wearing animal masks to “I believe I can fly”. If this is Eyes Wide Shut, I so don’t want to open them ever again.

Am in the middle of a pillow fight with everybody, giggling like little children, when I wake up, head on keyboard and a feather boa around my neck.
This is either Tim Walker’s nightmare, or I so shouldn’t stop drinking.

xxx

P.S.: Today’s shoes are Kallisté

Seashells by the seashore

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It’s a public holiday (yaay!) and I have been planning to go to the beach for days. Beautiful long dress (which will flatteringly flutter around my legs), check.

Sunscreen factor 15 (don’t want to look like a shrivelled grape in 10 years), check.
Mind-set to open a bottle of rosé at an indecent time, check.
High heels for shoot (not that I would be so crazy as to actually wear them), check. Everything is sorted despite (again and of course) the weather. And boyfriend, who turns out to be sick (whether I finally infected him or it’s due to partying remains unclear…).

I see my fantastic setting for a shoot literally flushed away, but as I can be rather stubborn when it comes to executing an idea, I have prepared a back up plan. Armed with camera, dress, heels, a handful of shells and a pot of (half dead) catnip,
I find myself fumbling with my Nikon at the next best thing… A sandbox in a children’s playground around the corner. Of course fully sun protected, in case anyone is wondering.

Seashells by the Seashore
She wears sea-green heels by the seashore.
The shells are surely seashells.
See she wears heels to the seashore,
Sure the shells and sea-green heels are in a sandbox though.
So.
I see a shallow depression coming on.

xxx

Today’s shoes are Kallisté