Ah, pourrai -je aussi, un jour, porter des Pigalle aussi divinement que cette sublime Charlize Theron??? Allez je ne lui ferai le coup du “Charlize! Tes ronds!” de Omar & Fred, mais n’empeche. Total respect. Et l’associé du diable (avec Al pacino & keanu reeves) est un de mes films cultes. Oui, la série des Angéliques aussi fait partie de mes trucs cultes, comment ça ça décrédibilise mon propos??? pfffff… (photos teddy&moo)
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Ca y est j’ai finalement reçu mes Pigalle! C’est officiel le mec de Chronopost me prend pour une folle perdue. m’en fous j’ai les plus belles chaussures de la création. Ok, these boots aren’t made for walking comme dirait la chanson, ce n’est pas pour rien que Mr Louboutin les appelle ses “bedroom shoes”. Elles sont divines… je n’ai pas pu résister à les prendre en photo tout de suite, tout juste réveillée par le facteur ( & oui lundi c’est day off), d’où la coiffure et la mine impropable…
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Yesterday as planned xander & I left our jails jobs earlier to go to the sea side, in the basque country. We originally planned to go to Biarritz & have a romantic night, like fancy restaurant facing the ocean, vip club & all, but xander, who knows my passion for shopping & my passion for spain, took me first to spain, san sebastian (the nearest big spanish city of the french frontier), to go to zara, where it’s sales period, & shops are like opened til 10 PM. Sounded great, so here we go. This san sebastian Zara is like craaazy. spanish collections are way better than french ones, & it’s bigger, & cheaper. many reasons for me to go like wild. And when i started to see all the shoes there, i went wild. The clothes weren’t existing anymore, i was all about the shoes (this is when i realized how serious my issue with shoes is). And when I found the shoes every girl has been searching for aka the crocodile gladiators, I firstly almost fainted because there was only ONE shoe of the 38 pair I was after, & then after wandering like a lost soul for like half an hour around the shop (it has 3 floors), I must have looked very pathetic because xander offered me to get all the ones there to sell them on ebay & make great money (they were at 55€ & on ebay they are going for like 100 or 150). And when he asked me if I had tried the 39 on, I knew why he is my boyfriend, for he is so smart & remains calm & strong facing a desperate hysterical with a shoe delirium girl. So I tried that damn 39 on,& it was perfect. I also got a fanstastic pair of sand booties with an opened toe, I’m so in love with them. Now i’m going to need a fitting bag, but still. We got the boyfriend some nice shoes also & very sweet other things ( he shares my shoes problem which is great),and then we went on walking trough the beautiful streets of donosti. And this is when we started screwing everything up. To be short we ended in this awful place at the frontier, le faisan (see pics) which i used to go when i was ragely partying in spain & which is like the worst place of the world (this very nice guy looking like crocodile dundee saved my ass from those guys who thought i was a hooker), we arrived too late in biarritz to go to the restaurant we wanted, all the concerts were cancelled because it was raining like hell, i was in flip flops & mini skirt, we ended eating a poor sandwich on the beach (facing the casino, but still), & to finish the apartment we was sleeping in was totally empty so we slept on the floor & there was no curtains so i awakened at 6 this morning. But the thing is that it was the best week end we had in a loong time. Because we were together. And we were so happy.
and here are the pics of my new spanish friends (with a juicy couture dress) - no I won’t count how many shoes i purchased this week , because i know that’s definitely too many. Especially when i ordered another one today for shopbop (amazing studded platforms…). well it’s payday soon. & my bday. how long is that gonna be a good excuse?…
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Here i go, modelling my new best friends, the lovely Louboutin C’est Moi booties, perfect on this stormy days, & which i’m about to wear to go this music festival this week end in Biarrtiz, which is like my favorite place in the whole universe. I’ll try to grab some pics.
clothes topshop, bag balenciaga
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Quand ils disent “net à porter” c’est vraiment net à porter qu’ils entendent! j’ai déjà reçu mes boots, ce midi, dans un joli carton avec un noeud… (je les ai commandées hier matin quand même!!!!). Alors là rien à dire je suis sur le cul. Ah si, un pti avis quand même. Elles sont parfaites… (les photos dès ce soir!)
Must be totally gone crazy for all those weather distortions, but still, this has completely turned my wishes for shoe shopping upside down. For months i’ve been like all about platforms & open toes, with hipsters ok but still, even like at the coldest time of winter, & now that warmer days are coming, i could enjoy my platforms & opened shoes, but this doesn’t seem like rejoicing my toes. All I can think of right now is getting big cashmere sweaters & ankle boots. I’m even starting to get tired with platforms. MEEE!!!!! I never thought i could say that one day. Hmmmm. Must be my b day coming the way, it’s like driving me crazy. So trust me it’s really hard to resist the temptation to be selling my Diors & my Tributes & get these hot babes :
the only reason I didn’t fall for them & become officially wanted dead or alive by my bankist is that I simply can’t choose between them. I do love the grey ones. I think I could wear them like for summer time parties at night, you know when it gets a lil colder, with mini skirts or denim shorts they would be the bomb. The other ones, called C’est Moi, are a declination or the Declic pumps style, and I’m in love with their shapes. It’s just that black leather thing, kinda boring. I know of course that I definitely have some more urgent not to say essential things to buy, like a new TV, the big one being broken we are like watching TV now on that very small screen xander got me, & I also need a new bed. Fuck it. I’m just hoping now my Pigalle, if they fit me, will calm my Louboutin needs for a while. And that 29 bday thing (more difficult).
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edit : j’ai craqué. je viens de commander les C’est Moi. bon on va dire que c’est mon cadeau d’anniversaire que je me fais à moi même pis c’est tout. En même temps j’ai jamais commandé sur net à porter. On verra bien.
Alors en vrac depuis Dimanche matin j’ai :
- commandé 3 paires de chaussures en moins de 5 mns sur ebay dont mes Pigalle en python. montant du butin, quasi mon salaire mensuel (financé avec d’autres moyens que mon salaire mensuel, faut pas déconner non plus)
- mélangé mes médicaments contre l’allergie avec du lexomil, chose à visiblement ne pas faire vu que j’ai passé mon aprem à dormir
- réveillée à 19 h dans le paté total je suis partie manger de la paella avec mes collègues dans un repas à la con où j’ai découvert aussi que les médicaments pré cités ne se mélangent pas super bien avec le whisky non plus. You live & you learn.
- je me suis réconciliée avec Loulou. no comment
- trouvé le jean idéam chez Bershka, à savoir une sorte de baggy qui finit en slim, que je porte retroussé, & qui est devenu offciellement le jean de maintenant que je vais porter tout le temps.
- acheté une 4è paire de chaussures (en moins de 12hs donc) chez Zara, pour aller avec le jean susnommé.
-décidé de m’acheter un bouledogue à la rentrée. ou de partir à Paris. Ce sera l’un ou l’autre.
- décidé de m’aimer un peu plus. Parce que personne ne peut le faire à ma place.
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Sunday morning. 5 AM. Going back home. Not very stable on my tributes. Maybe the vodka. Maybe the fight with xander. Maybe the heartache. whatever. Bad feeling walking up the stairs. Maybe the ralph lauren label laying on the floor, like some evidences thiefs left by escaping a bank they just robbed. Bad feeling confirmed when i entered my home & see xander’s stuff is missing. Oh so heartbreaking to be comtemplating an empty closet. It’s silly. You think your heart has been broken so many times. You think it won’t hurt so much the time after that. And the time after that. And so on. But no. It just hurts every time the same. Maybe more. Because you know that it’s coming closer. That moment when you will have nothing left to break. nothing left at all. And you’re just so lonely. So fucking lonely. I’m so fucking lonely.
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Reading fashion personal blogs every day doesn’t help curing my shoe addiction. Today, whereas i’m about to purchase my Python Pigalle i talked about a couple of days ago, i’m starting to be tickled by 2 other styles i noticed on 2 beautiful ladies, & which are on ebay at my exact size, which is never a good sign for my financial health… this combined to xander being such a prick lately, everything is telling me that there is only one way to feel better : shoe shop, shoe shop, & shoe shop!
here is the lovely Rumi, from fashiontoast.com, wearing Marni platform. hmmm… tickling…
& here is the deliciously crazed CKparis from ckparis.blogspot.com, wearing Burberry lizard platforms. hmmm… still tickling
note : this Panerai watch is just the bomb. I’m starting to be so obsessed with watches lately, since i waited to be 28 to realize the super potential of watches for a laaady. I’ll leave with this picture of ckparis with her Louboutin studded clou boots giving an interesting pose. damn i love this girl.
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If Marilyn Monroe was still among us, I’m sure she’d be wearing Yves Saint Laurent Tributes… (she was tiny)… & some Louboutin also, no doubt… (yes i’ve been chair shopping today… & i’ve also shopped some very cheap clothes in this shop everybody is usually ashamed to go to, & that i actually just love… here are the dresses, with my Burberry handbag)
Marilyn used to say she didn’t know who invented high heels, but that it was a hell of a good idea. Pas mieux!
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