ours brun and vodka straight up, please!
is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful... is she more beautiful than me?
woke up this afternoon with massive headache similar to feeling of avalanche pummeling tiny cabin in the swiss alps. found remnants of last night's partying everywhere - pink elephant cigarette stubs on kitchen floor, martini glasses under silk scarves and lipstick marks on the bathroom mirror. not to mention the fact that i had gone to bed in full regalia including new vintage boots and thick kohl liner. i had to keep in mind that it couldn't look that bad. linda evangelista sleeps with her liner on to get it perfectly smudgy in the mornings. and then i started to remember the chain of events that led me to my then present state and oh boy.
so erwan's godbrother craig came to stay with us for a week, and we had a really great time. i obsessed over his dior homme sweaters and basically wanted to swipe everything from his closet, but i think the best part of it is that he is one of the creators of tsubi jeans. and i didn't even know until the second day. i LOVE tsubi jeans. they're stocked here at colette, which has everything i want - and now i don't have to spend obscene amounts of money because craig is shipping us a box full of jeans - stovepipes of course, and the new kind of boyfriend jeans. tsubi actually started the stovepipe trend in australia six years ago, but they've only just gotten recognized worldwide. craig himself seemed to fit into the whole fashion scene. he was only here for a quick vacation since cancelling a booth in a trade show. and he turned down tickets to the dior homme after party just to sleep. poor guy had been up for a little over 48 hours before he arrived and he was haggard as hell. but he was such a great house guest, really funny and had great taste in music. i finally had a new person to shop with, so we spent three hours in kiliwatch just trying on everything and building new wardrobes from all their great vintage pieces. had tons of fun.
craig is used to partying, so we decided that before he got onto the train for london we'd all go out and have a good time. except that our good time became a GREAT TIME and we got into so much trouble with the neighbours that i don't know if we can have aperitifs in the house anymore.
by eleven, i found myself drinking all our vodka supply and ended up getting into a DD situation and called my mr. big. i hope to GOD that i didn't say anything incriminating or pathetic, because i have a tendancy to be overly dramatic when i've had one too many. mostly because i find that i have to have too much composure during the day - so i feel i have to let loose while relaxing at night. so far, i remember...
* the french girls introducing me to their outrageous pink cigarettes with artery clogging vanilla smell
* anne refusing a drink, and aurelie accepting one - which is out of the ordinary
* dani and sadri getting into a stupid fight
* telling tomas how i take my coffee (?)
* craig spraying erwan with pepper spray (!)
* dancing in the streets, spraying all the wine in every direction
* having breakfast in a cafe while craig sang to the waiter
so far i'm still trying to piece the rest of it together. but first, food!
woke up this afternoon with massive headache similar to feeling of avalanche pummeling tiny cabin in the swiss alps. found remnants of last night's partying everywhere - pink elephant cigarette stubs on kitchen floor, martini glasses under silk scarves and lipstick marks on the bathroom mirror. not to mention the fact that i had gone to bed in full regalia including new vintage boots and thick kohl liner. i had to keep in mind that it couldn't look that bad. linda evangelista sleeps with her liner on to get it perfectly smudgy in the mornings. and then i started to remember the chain of events that led me to my then present state and oh boy.
so erwan's godbrother craig came to stay with us for a week, and we had a really great time. i obsessed over his dior homme sweaters and basically wanted to swipe everything from his closet, but i think the best part of it is that he is one of the creators of tsubi jeans. and i didn't even know until the second day. i LOVE tsubi jeans. they're stocked here at colette, which has everything i want - and now i don't have to spend obscene amounts of money because craig is shipping us a box full of jeans - stovepipes of course, and the new kind of boyfriend jeans. tsubi actually started the stovepipe trend in australia six years ago, but they've only just gotten recognized worldwide. craig himself seemed to fit into the whole fashion scene. he was only here for a quick vacation since cancelling a booth in a trade show. and he turned down tickets to the dior homme after party just to sleep. poor guy had been up for a little over 48 hours before he arrived and he was haggard as hell. but he was such a great house guest, really funny and had great taste in music. i finally had a new person to shop with, so we spent three hours in kiliwatch just trying on everything and building new wardrobes from all their great vintage pieces. had tons of fun.
craig is used to partying, so we decided that before he got onto the train for london we'd all go out and have a good time. except that our good time became a GREAT TIME and we got into so much trouble with the neighbours that i don't know if we can have aperitifs in the house anymore.
by eleven, i found myself drinking all our vodka supply and ended up getting into a DD situation and called my mr. big. i hope to GOD that i didn't say anything incriminating or pathetic, because i have a tendancy to be overly dramatic when i've had one too many. mostly because i find that i have to have too much composure during the day - so i feel i have to let loose while relaxing at night. so far, i remember...
* the french girls introducing me to their outrageous pink cigarettes with artery clogging vanilla smell
* anne refusing a drink, and aurelie accepting one - which is out of the ordinary
* dani and sadri getting into a stupid fight
* telling tomas how i take my coffee (?)
* craig spraying erwan with pepper spray (!)
* dancing in the streets, spraying all the wine in every direction
* having breakfast in a cafe while craig sang to the waiter
so far i'm still trying to piece the rest of it together. but first, food!