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The Eye Has To Travel

The Eye HasTo Travel

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Since having seen the movie about Diana Vreeland, am obsessed with her flamboyant allure and personality. And what better to do on a grey Sunday than dig into a world full of glitz, glam, and outstanding visions. Helps to distract from other Sunday options (aka FINALLY doing the laundry) too. Having left her mark as the first fashion editor of all time, am now studying all her covers for Harpers Bazar and Vogue - which she branded forever as mirror of fashion reflecting the Zeitgeist ("You can see the approaching revolution in clothes. You can see everything in clothes"). Loving it! Am tempted to jot down all her quotes: no, even better, print them in huge letters and hang them over bed: "You gotta have style. It helps you to get up in the morning. It's a way of life. Without it you are nobody."

And (sorry, couldn't help but replace the word "dress" with "shoe": but BOTH are so right): "A new shoe doesn't get you anywhere. It's the life you are living in the shoe and the sort of life you had lived before and what you will do in it later." And that from a lady who claimed (also VERY inspiring haha!): "I'm never dressed until lunch".

Ah, Mrs. Vreeland thank you so much for today's inspiration. Now will never again leave the house without sporting couture, ladylike gloves, satin slippers and an attitude.

xxx

Today's shoes are Yves Saint Laurent

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