No, won’t be talking any of Madonna, except that i hope all of those gossip talks about her & this yankee guy is true, since he’s way hotter than her husband… Anyway, i just spotted at The Sartorialist this picture of that lovely girl (working for Vogue, but her name escapes me… i know i never remind of people’s name believe me it’s annoying) with a nice jumpsuit & those Fendi satin bow platforms (avalaible at net-a-porter, luckily there is not my size anymore i’m sure i’d have fall for these too, & we all know this would be very very bad) :

I never owned any fendi shoes, so i don’t know anything about quality or so. They are a bit less expensive than other high end designer shoes, but still. This bow thing keeps me thinking. Not so sure it would fit me. It’s just that satin shoes, you know. It’s a girl thing. Plus on the picture we can see that with a neutral outfit it’s really nice. Even though i tend to prefer the pumps styled with the spy fendi bag (net  a porter picture) than with this tiny marc jacobs froggy clutch, though it’s very nice too. I love clutches & pouches, but i barely ever use the ones i have. I’m always out with some big big bag that will probably kill my back & will prevent me for wearing heels i guess we i’ll be older, which will probably kill me… Man this sucks, plus now i really wanna get myself a spy bag (i owned one before, & it was the most practical bag i ever had, with all those hidden  places…). Allez, laissons là ces basses considérations matérielles, & comme le dit ma chère cyber friend chauss : make it a faaabulous day!!

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I didn’t quite know anything about Bebe shoes before the lovely Rumi showed her zipped platforms on her blog (fashiontoast, still don’t know how to put a damn link, it’s in my blogroll anyway). Since i’m a pathetic influential person with no sense of inventivity, i rushed on ebay to find more about it (here in France this brand is not sold in shops), & of course i found what i’ve been searching for quite some time, first some nude gladiators :

 which seem quite promising, & the other ones, known as the” angelina” ones, will be, i think, if they fit me, a whole lot more difficult to wear without looking like a transvestite/a hore/ a retired 90’s dancemusic singer, or worse all three at a time. Anyway i’ve been considering getting white platforms for a while without finding the right ones, so let’s give these babies a try :

I already ordered them anyway so it’s not necesary to give them some more thinking. I’ll see when they got here. I’m sure with the right outfits they will be great. There must be something about white things for me lately since i’ve also ordered white wellies boots from topshop, & some nice body con stuff (i’ll have to talk about my obsession for body con things, i just love it, i think it’s the greatest shape, it just fits with nearly everything), a black skirt & a boutique dress ( i love everything that is in the boutique by topshop) : (can’t show the wellies the picture doesn’t work, but they are just regular wellies boots except that the color is cream white, & just now that i already ordered them i realize this is what sailors are wearing, or butchers;;; yuk… too late though) :

Ah, web shopping… could there anything more pleasant? i’m not a shopping person. i have like every neurotic person issues with shopping habits, i can’t shop with people, i only know how to go compulsive shopper or not to get anything, i can”t go reasonable, but to my defence my dear mom would say i’m a very good advicer in terms of shopping & helping people finding clothes that fit (or that they want it’s different but i can do both hehe),& also that i got a very good eye & that barely nothing can escape my radar. When i was a little girl i would oftenly go with my mummy - who is a wonderful sewer unlike me for my big regret - in fabric shops & i would spend like hours in them without getting bored & always finding nice fabrics so my sweet mummy could create special clothes just for me. poor mum i can be so tyranic when it comes to clothes… i’ll let you know about my -latest - e shopping with some pics…

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Retenez - moi… Those peep toe are just what I’m looking for… Ahh Givenchy… aren’t they just perfection??? (seen on shopbop.com… 735 $). Is my credit card gonna handle these??? (to be continued…) (i love starting a new week with a new shoe obsession, it’s like giving me a good reason to go working every f*** morning, til i can get those damn vacations on SEPTEMBER)

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… is the cheapest & the coolest bag i have ever found! got it in Spain, at stradivarius, & cost like 19 €. lovin’ it!!!!

clothes & shoes, zara, louboutin

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My closet may be full of red sole shoes & many others, all i can think of right now is gladiators & peep toe boots. I already have the perfect gladiator ones, since i owe Dior extreme gladiator black heels, but still, those Givenchy ones are just the bomb. Plus they seem to be all over the blogosphere, so i cant’ just forget about them. Just when i decided i was not bying any more shoes to save money (for a boob job or a trip to the states. i know i’m pathetic).

Those Givenchy are killer heels. When i got my dior extreme i was first considering getting these, but the thing is that they don’t have platform. And i’m so tiny. whatever.

My second shoe obsession right is PEEP TOE BOOTS. Again, there are so many nice ones all over the internet, it’s killing me. PLus i’m missed on ebay the ones which to me are just the most perfect ones in that kind, being the Chanel sweater open toe bootie. FANTASTIC shoes, seen on so many classy women.

or those perforated lambskin ones (chanel, again)

I could consider getting those bebe, which are a whole lot cheaper, & that i know i would wear more knowing that they are heeled booties & not wedges, for some reason i don’t like wedges much on myself, i sold all the ones i had for i never wore any of them.

 these are definetely what i’m looking for. Closer for that other ones i do love so much, aka the givenchy booties, seen on kate moss :

It’s just the laces at the back, it seems like a bad mixing between mary poppins ans a SM mistress. In fact the bebe ones seems to be just what i’m looking for. Damn what i’m still doing here when i should rush on ebay & get them??? nice week end ya’ll!

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I love rock stars. I love rock music. I don’t like Amy so much, as a person or as a singer. Her voice may sound good, but she’s just too dirty, in the very first degree of it, always looking like she slept in some trash can. PLus the girl is kinda really pathetic. I mean she’s in the top ten of british favorite people. I actually like Pete Doherty for absolutely no understandable reason or so. I should at least like this girl, or defend her. Am i such a male chauvinist than i can like it for a boy to go boozing & wasted & i can’t find the same excuses for a girl, just because she’s a girl? But anyway i’m not here to talk shit about her. In fact i don’t care enough about her to be nasty (this is always what i’m telling myself when i feel like talking shit about someone). I red on Perezhilton.com that her husband, the most wasted asshole ever, is writing love letters to a woman who is jailed in the same prison than him. Here’s the story :

“According to the paper, Incarcerated soon started talking about bondage and violent heroin-fuelled orgies in letters to his prison pen pal. He reportedly imagines his first night with Melissa as ‘free people’ — romping in a restaurant toilet:

“I squeeze your throat whilst your s****** me and I ask you if your a dirty b***h.” He then described a deeply disturbing sex fantasy before signing off: “At most we’ve got to wait ten weeks for the best snog of our lives!! Miss you Lissy, love and rockets, your Blakey x x x.”

the thing here is not the situation, nor the characters involved, nor even the extremely questionable wild sex at stake,but just that letters thing. I realized this is just what I’m missing right now in my love life. Where has all the passion, all the romance, all the inventivity gone? It’s not about the money, it’s not about remembering birthdays & valentine’s or whatever’s day, it’s just about being passionate enough to express it in your own way. I realized no one, nothing turns me on right now. There was this guy, omg this is just not a random guy, M., he was my one & only love of my entire life, now he’s married & the father of a babygirl, he was a dirty son of a bitch but damn how i loved him, & I never got to understand why I specifically loved this damn one & no other. Now that time has gone by & I’m more mature & clever, i kind of get the beginning of an answer. The guy made me dream. I was crazy about him, his hands, his voice, his laughter. We were both poor at that time, like he didn’t have enough money to eat every day, but in his arms i felt i was worth more a million bugs. He had a thing for turning silly every day things into tiny miracles. When i got home from work he would turn the tv off & ask me to tell him everything about my day. On summer nights we would go walking randomly errands in streets & mark our names on benches. And when i felt bad he would move the living room furnitures & make me dance on”more than a woman”, that crazy bee gees song.  And those letters. He wrote me so beautiful things. He had been a real asshole with me, cheating & sdisrecpting me & stuff, but still, our relationship was full of passion. And now I know that passion is what i desperately need right now.

So ok, this blake guy must be the creapiest guy ever, & his letter is poor & very rude, but still I wish someone would desire me enough to write this to me.

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Allez, pour passer une bonne journée, rien de mieux qu’un beau garçon (et un beau sac à main mais concentrons nous sur le joli garçon), pour nous envoyer tout plein de bonnes ondes & de lumière blanche & or comme nous le conseille si bien notre maitresse des chakras préférée, j’ai nommé ckparis, alors tout le monde, on visualise sa lumière, on pense très fort qu’on a la win win, on boit un coup et on se mate le beau gaspard Ulliel (doute affreux sur l’orthographe) (photo café mode)

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Putain…. 29 ans….

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Dormant extremement mal en ce moment -pour changer - je réalise à quel point bien qu’épuisantes les nuits d’insomnie sont hyper productives en termes de réflexion pour mon cerveau pourtant dejà sans cesse agité.  Voici en vrac le fruit de mes réflexions de la nuit dernière (on noetra que pensées & interrogations se mêlent comme une vodka red bull) :

- le vrai luxe pour moi dans la vie est - curieusement - ce qui aussi est infini dans notre univers, à savoir le temps & l’espace (tout le reste n’étant que secondaire). c’est rudement bien fichu la nature. Où a-t-elle compris mieux que nous ce qui est essentiel à la vie?

- dans l’expression “par monts et par vaux”, vaux est le pluriel de val. & je l’ignorais totalement.

- les gens intelligents peuvent se montrer stupides. Jamais l’inverse.

- ma passion pour les talons a-t-elle un caractère social, sociétal, sexuel, dominatif ou palliatif? (palliatif à mes défauts physiques hein je m’entends). Le caractère compulsif & quasi frénétique des achats est-il à mettre en lien avec la nature de l’achat lui-même?

- les comiques féminines sont beaucoup moins méchantes que les comiques masculins. Et souvent plus drôles. Plus attachantes, plus touchantes même. Pour l’homme le rire serait une arme offensive, relever & moquer les traits de l’autre serait un moyen de mieux le rabaisser pour le dominer (ou se sentir moins minable), pour la femme plutot un acte collégial, car noter les détails est un acte purement féminin (cf les tailles de découpage du monde par les individus, si vs avez fait de la PNL vous comprendrez), donc relever des traits chez l’autre, même pour les moquer, n’est pas vraiment méchant.

oui je sais j’ai des nuits difficiles…

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J’adore Rihanna. Pas ce qu’elle chante, hein, faut pas déconner non plus. Mais j’aime bien sa ptite dégaine,  sa ptite bouille de ptite américaine bien propre, sa collec’ de pompes, sa nouvelle coupe courte, quand elle se la joue SM en latex & vinyle, ses rondeurs de presque femme, ses jambes loin d’etre parfaites mais qu’elle exhibe quand même avec fierté, son énergie. Ah oui, et aussi parce qu’elle illustre très bien sur cette photo ce que je tente désespérément depuis quelques semaines, à savoir d’avoir les ongles bien blancs sans que des observateurs bien mal avisés te demandent si t’as pas niqué tout ton tipex à te le foutre sur les ongles. bande de cons. J’suis trop en avance. Bon, j’aurai des belles bottes balenciaga  noires & blanches, ça pèterait plus. Enfin, m’est avis qu’avec mes nouvelles beautés reçues aujourd’hui de chez Shopbop ( commande passé Dimanche, rapidos les cainris!), on va s’en rapprocher un peu.

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