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Now what?

Now what?

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I had everything perfectly planned. A weekend filled with fabulous fashion week events, celebrating endless nights out, praising the red carpet gods, and of course, the cherry on top: shoot an amazing pair of new heels with a male model so pretty that your eyeballs will fall out or at least start rotating like a hyper bitch on techno beats the moment you look at him. Yes, that’s the thing with plans: so easy to picture and look forward to and then reality kicks in and before you know it you end up in front of the TV stuffing your face with Haribo, watching German reality soaps.

If only someone had told me the doors at fashion week close at 9pm sharp, (that’s when I’m still in the cab), that drowning frustration in Gin Tonic due to missed red carpet doesn’t help (well, OK, I should have known that), and that good moods go straight to hell if a perfectly planned shoot with eye candy (now talking shoes not my model) doesn’t work out.

Now what? Guess crashing some friends house robbing their (shoe) closet and wrecking their couch and Chardonay stach will have to do the trick. If anyone comes across my Mojo though: please return to the usual adress.

xxx
Today’s shoes are Prada

Disco! Disco!

Disco Disco!

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If there were an award for smudging mascara all over every single pillow, waking up still in full disco gear (heels included) after yet another night of partying, I probably won triple gold this weekend.
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With Discox, SheilaE in concert, and the MTV awards in town (Beliebers, you can stop screaming now, the Bieb is still cuddling his Teddy bear in Rio and did not show...) there was no rest for the wicked at all, and how could there be when the glittering light of just another disco ball seduced everybody to keep on dancing?

Snoop Dogg (celebrating his 20 year anniversary with a special DJ-gig), Miley, (visiting Pancake- and Coffeshop, I don’t know what got her more high...) and Katy Perry (rooaaaaaar!), they all rocked their soles (Sheila won in stunning 10 inch heels) until the morning hours, and Amsterdam got its 3 days of fame for sure.

Wohooo, disco, disco! If you’ll excuse me now, have to catch some sleep WITHOUT my heels on for once.

xxx
Today's shoes are Paul Warmer
P.S.: Sorry for the quality of today's picture: couldn't help to keep it real and catch the atmosphere at 4 o clock in the morning at Leidseplein after the official afterparty of the afterparty...

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