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J’adore Dior

J'adore Dior

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The PC Hooftstraat in Amsterdam is to us ladies what the Museum-district is to others: A mouthwatering assembly of art pieces showing all the big masters in one place. Amongst Louis Vuitton and Chanel the shopping Walhalla added another French iconic mastermind to it’s temporary collection, and with the likes of Jennifer Lawrence, Carice van Houten and Charlize Theron as ambassadors, it’s a big one.

Only the most beautiful showed up to prettify the event: the runway jewellery (usually only admired in adverts): a hand whisk away, the timeless “lady dior bag”: only one reach for your credit card away (er... not really), plus the current shoe collection (sigh sigh sigh). As inspiring as the pieces of couture (think VERY gallery: just look, don’t touch, handsome man in black gloves will do that job for you) was the audience bringing a touch of French allure (aka all wrapped in Dior from perfume to collar) to my usually so down to earth city.

Nothing better to make you feel like a bit of a French cinderella (oui, oui, goodiebag!), dissolving into couture dreams while disappearing in the night, whispering: J'adore Dior.

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Today’s shoes are... you go take an educated guess.
The Dior boutique is open from February 22th onwards.

Vive la France!

Vive La France!

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BF had to lock

the car all the way to Paris (Oh! Paris! Fashion Metropolis! ) -the only reason I agreed to spend a holiday in France, -to not make me jump out of the car to dash into Bondini, (shoes!) Dior (shoes!) Louis Vuitton (shoes!), etc and spend all our holiday money on a single pair of heels. Very possibly on just one shoe of the new a\w collection only. Or, a brooch for that matter (souvenir!). Or, just simply to have inhaled the luxury odor of some fancy French brand by entering it’s flagship once.

With his feet on the gas pedal like Superman to rescue someone (erg.. well, moi indulging in all the superficial) we arrived in the middle of nowhere in the cutest village and most authentic small cottage in the heart of France to spend the next days calm and quiet.

Guess what. I managed to carry a “Baguette” anyway. It might not be the Fendi version, but it lingers in my arms just like it. And it’s definitely the only accessory needed in St Savinien on the first morning of your French holiday. Vive la France!
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Today’s shoes are Relish.

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Bold and Beautiful

Bold and Beautiful

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The concept of filming a bunch of women in their “natural habitat” has proven itself a TV hit. Whatever they may be: “Hollywood wives”, “Gooische vrouwen” or “The real Housewives of...“: they all bring fantastic ratings.

Got very inspired on the matter yesterday, when I met up with two lovely Austrian ladies at Amsterdam’s hotspot “The Harbour Club”. Very much the “Sex and the City” setting (as many Louis Vuittons parked on the patio as high heels under the table) you would go for on a Monday night out. Live lavishly - love it!

Clearly the attitude here is as big as the seafood platter we ordered (not a twin but a triplet tower...) and the expectations for the evening as high as my platforms. I so wasn’t disappointed. With the Moët flowed the stories: husbands, ex friends, love, life, the wild youth, the spicy now, the crazy to be, it seems that whenever you put three ladies (and your mother tongue) at one table, you get the best (bold and juicy) script of all, totally written by life.

One fit of laughter after the other, leaving as the last guests (time just flew): I’m totally convinced that PJSF (posh-jet-set-friend), PBF (posh-best-friend) and moi, would definitely form a great cast in the next ravishing reality production. Am looking forward to starting a second career in my forties anyway. Old and Beautiful maybe?

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Today’s shoes are Dior

Cinderella

Cinderella

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Diving into other girls’ (shoe) closets is always fun. It’s like a fairytale (read another world full of wonderful stories) but accompanied with lots of bubbly and babble. Lucky you if your friend is from NYC, fluent in Brian Atwood and can tell the difference between Vince Camuto and Stuart Weitzman. Lucky you also, if you discover you have a “heel partner in crime” (still buying 12 inch high Dior’s but confessing to living mostly on wedges as that’s the only shoe you can really work on the Amsterdam cobblestones).

After having marvelled at my friend’s heel collection, we had planned to wear the cuties to a fancy place (every princess needs to shine every now and then). We end up having a girl talk on the stairs in front of her house though. Which beats being surrounded by frogs who would so not turn into a prince even if you threw them against a pile of shoe boxes anyway.

It’s just such a pity that it’s a school night, so as the gong hits midnight I have to hop in my carriage (aka cab) and disappear into the mist of Amsterdam’s night. No one is leaving a heel behind though. What a silly myth that is. No real Cinderella would abandon a designer heel just like that. Ever.

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Today’s shoes are Barbara Bui and Dsquared

The Art of Writing

The Art of Writing

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Have totally neglected the art of reading lately. So finally taking a minute to have a rendezvous with literature (aka Vogue and such), catching up on latest world news (trends for A/W2012) and diving into cover articles all featuring young, aspiring actresses.

The setting is always a hotel lobby where the gals look flawless without any make-up (haha), effortlessly chic in their Louboutins (Louboutins are never effortless: they are PAIN), sporting “casual” fashion (Chanel, Dior, Valentino). Also the journalists (mainly guys) always seem surprised how humble, down to earth, open and funny the stars are, and most importantly: that they eat, may have an average glass of wine and how much less bitchy they are than expected.

Am more than willing to believe all of the above, and very aware that the art of writing in Magazines is highly influenced by studios, PR and publicists: but honestly: muaaaaaaaah. It’s all so similar! Would love to read a perky, different and spicy interview without the predictable. For a change.

Maybe I should sign up to give one myself (final version must be approved by my mom, boyfriend and editor of course). Can picture the finished article already:
“As she walks through the hotel lobby in incredibly high heels, elegantly swinging her MiuMiu, I can’t help but notice how much younger and slimmer she looks in person. Over a glass of champagne and a remarkable amount of oysters she so wittily and openly sparkles about her passion that time flies and before I know it I want to wear high heels myself”.

Hmmmmm. Not too bad actually...

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Today’s shoes are Buffalo