OMG! I love this video!

I know it is totally useless and stupid but I found this video by coincidence and since then I keep watching it and thinking about my gang (Mr. B.F. + Friends)! It reminds me when we're a bit "tipsy" on Friday nights in any Parisian club... Well any it's either the cheesiest gay club or Le Baron. But nevertheless we keep having fun and dancing like crazy. We never really went all the way to getting dressed like them but I'm sure we could!

One day!

One day...

 

I'll be thin again. I'll be 30 again. I'll shop on Mr. Porter and I'll get this look that I found really great.

Greek romance with James

I really like this post that I wrote from my friends great great blog Make My Beauty. So I decided to share it with you too...

When I started thinking about packing for my summer holidays, I realized that myAgarwoud bottle was almost empty. I got it from James. James Heeley. I now know a little bit more James. We had dinner together, drinks and parties. To me he is a magician & a freak, but a good freak: A genius freak/perfume geek.

 

But back to my packing: no perfume to spend two weeks on one of the smallest island in the little Cyclades.

 

Just impossible!

 

I started to wonder what smell would please me. What smell would match with the destination? What smell would make me wear perfume when it’s 40 degrees and you spend most of your time by the pool in a garden surrounded with aromatics plants?

 

“Figuier” was the solution!

 

Not original, but just a simple & essential pleasure when in Greece. Almostevery summer I end up buying it from Dyptique. But this time I wanted something more “funky”. How can I explain that… I wanted something less basic with a bit more surprise and construction.

 

And thinking about perfume construction; I remembered that dinner at home with James. He’s answering my 346 questions about the art of making a perfume. He ended up all this telling me (part) of the construction of his “Menthe Fraîche” fragrance. How he worked on mixing mint with something eIse to reveal it & make the most of it. I was hooked/fascinated/enchanted & scared! His eyes where sparkling when telling how mint reacts and needs to be associated with something else. The guy is mad. Mad about perfume perfection. I loved it it.

 

That was the magic madness that I needed. I was there. I knew I needed James version of the “Figuier”.

 

And I was so right! The perfume is just as I wanted.

 

Let’s make everything clear here. You know I kinda hate the flower/fruit/girly territory when it comes to perfume. But… But… Figs, it’s different. It’s Greece. It’s summer. It’s pleasure. It matches with your skin when you’re sweating (sexy, ok?).

 

I wore it the entire vacation & I absolutely loved it. The first spray isvery fruity. But then it becomes deeper, more sensual/secret & less evident. Green grass, tea, rhubarb & melon combine with dry grass, white musk and cedar. A Mediterranean grand sensual tour. The Jame’s “je ne sais quoi” that makes you addict to the smell of your skin & clothes even hours after you sprayed the perfume.

 

This is what I love when it comes to perfume: the remains of the smell and the memories that you secretly associate to them.

 

xxx

 

Summer memories...

Givenchy - Behind the Fall 12 ad campaign scene

Rain drops falling on my head...

OMG! It’s been raining like forever in Paris since what it seems like 2 years. Kidding!  I’d say it’s been pouring nonstop for at least a week and it starts to get on my nerves. I actually feel a little bit gloomy/bluish or Smookly (only my friends can get this as they know I love inventing strange words to describe when I feel a bit down).

Consequently, Mr. B.F. and I keep booking trips away. We even already organized the August holidays on a tiny mini super cute Greek island (like super mini… like 5.2 Km²!!!).

I don’t realy know why but when I get through this “it’s raining way too much” depression, I keep checking old 50/60/70’s beach pictures. And you know what? It seems that Mr. Porter is doing the same as they have a very nice “How to look good on the beach” story in the April 24^th issue. So… poor me… I browsed the web and found some really cool vintage/hunks pictures that I thought could help you to cheer you up and wait ‘till the sun decided to come back.

XXX

E

Café de Mars, oh yeahhhh!

It’s funny ‘cause when I decided to run this blog, I thought I would mostly talk about fashion and things that I like or hate… I am very judgmental! Ok? And I ended up writing about my everyday life.  This time, I am gonna mix & match all this.

Wednesday was the birthday of my sister, my beloved nephew & my “I am a sexy girl in love with another sexy girl but I am not lesbian” super cool friend. Sister & nephew will take place on Saturday afternoon, so Wednesday was free for friends. Pay attention now ‘cause you gonna understand how I ended up in the middle of the 7^th in Paris (I hate left bank! I hate the 7^th!) & had a super cool/über amazing/super good dinner.

This is the part where I talk about my life: Once… At the time of my fashion splendor, I used to work free lance for Balenciaga in Paris & New York. Yep… I know… You’re stunned! I met this amazing group of people. Among them two became part of my best friends “gang” (one of them is having s*x with the “I am a sexy girl in love with another sexy girl but I am not lesbian” aka they’re in love!)… Some are just people that I bump into from time to time with a lot of pleasure. Delphine is one of them. She is the funniest girl ever. We had the time of our life once in NY at Pyramid!!!! She got married, got a baby, left B. Blablablah… Her husband (like super tall & ultra sweet) just opened this place called “Le Café de Mars” in the here above mentioned f*cking 7^th!

OK… (again ok! Gosh I talk like The Nanny <= only the gays & old ladies will get this!). I wasn’t really thrilled to go there, ride my vespa for at least 30 minutes, get lost on the left bank (hum… hum…). But I love the girls so I said “Let’s go”.

That, my friends, was a good decision!!!! This place is just amazing. Perfectly Parisian but without excess (not Amélie Poulain, ok). Just the standard regular next-door bar that offers very good food & wine.

The food first: Tuna rolls with avocado & wasabi guacamole. No comment. Just perfection. The guacamole is kinda addictive. John Dory with asparagus… Perfect cooking. No comment, again. Homemade Banana Strawberry sorbet & homemade chocolate chips & nuts cookie. I still have the taste of the cookie in my mouth.

The wine: No memories of the name but again a perfect choice.

The waitress is super nice (worth to be mentioned in Paris)

All in all: Go there! Like now!

Café de Mars

11 r Augereau
75007 Paris

+33 (0) 1 45 50 10 90

1972 - 1982

I am sure you know those evenings.

The ones you get so bored 'cause there is nothing on TV, you have already browsed style.com from A to Z and reviewed the entire Fall 12 season shows... The ones you end up on your (new & super cute) sofa browsing youtube on your iPad while pretending watching a cheesy movie on the cable.
And for me there is a rule:  I always end up watching dead singers from the 80's... Gosh... There is something so wrong with me. It's like I am stuck in those bloody 80's. It's like I'm trapped at The Palace... I keep watching Thierry Le Luron, Aznavour, Umberto Tozzi and the rest of the band... and suddenly, I got it... What i love is that they're on stage wearing nothing but tuxedos and their girls friends are covered with glitzy (i love that word) Azzaro long gowns...

So please, can anyone explain me how come the guy that never leaves his A.P.C. raw denim and Nike sneakers... The same guy that freaks out when he has to wear a pair of real pants (I am not saying chinos here!). The one that gets hysterical when he has a "black tie" dinner (once every 56 years, relax)... Why this guy (aka me by the way) loves loves loves that...

And then... Bing! Bang! Bong! I remember... My mother going out... Bleach blond hair. Long silky dresses... Fur coats... über high heels... How she loved Sylvie Vartan. How she was happy to tell me that pregnant (from me, yeah!!!) she went out dancing in a club near the Champs Elysées with her best friend (she doesn't drink, ok! And that was 1972!)... OMG, I got it... This is all coming back from that time and from here. I'd better thank her 'cause watching those videos I realized that I'd like to have been there at that time. Going out with some friends wearing tux's, drinking champagne at Regine's in Monte Carlo (yeahhhh so 80's) and dancing with my girlfriends all dressed up in Diamant Noir (only some will remember I guess)...

Oh yeah... and you know what, I think this new year's eve I made it. Smoking Marlboro Menthol Light & wearing a full Acné tuxedo (like pants + jackets + shirt + bow tie). You know what? ===> I really enjoyed it. Ok, my super cute B.F. (who's one of the most elegant guy in the world) pushed me into this but I really enjoyed it... Oh... and just 'cause the party was called "Heels Guy's", I was wearing Gold rhinestones Louboutin Pigalle. Can you be more 80's?

xxxx

E

Siempre Fascinante Semana Santa



Andrew MacColl / Rex Features



Call me a mystic. Call me a religious but. I don’t care. I have always been and I guess I’ll always be fascinated by the pictures of the holly week in Sevilla. Browsing the web this morning, I ended up on Le Nouvel Observateur site and found those great pictures. I just wanted to share them on this special day. It’s Good Friday!

Happy Easter.

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features



AFP PHOTO/CRISTINA QUICLER

AFP PHOTO/CRISTINA QUICLER

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features

AFP PHOTO / CRISTINA QUICLER

AP Photo/Emilio Morenatti

AP Photo/Emilio Morenatti

AP Photo/Emilio Morenatti

AP Photo/Emilio Morenatti

AP Photo/Emilio Morenatti

AFP PHOTO / CRISTINA QUICLER

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features

AP Photo/Emilio Morenatti

Andrew MacColl / Rex Features

Toulouse - Monday, March 19th, 7.50am

Crédits : Copyright Arno Brignon pour Le Monde

Crédits : Copyright Arno Brignon pour Le Monde

Crédits : Copyright Arno Brignon pour Le Monde

Crédits : Copyright Arno Brignon pour Le Monde

Darcel Dissapoints

I don't know for you but Darcel's drawings really really crack me up. As it's Fashion Week in Paris, why don't you just have a stop at Colette? They're celebrating together the 15th anniversary of the store. Oh, and if ever you wanna give me a cool gift, feel free to get me a pair of The CobraSnake x Vans x Colette. I'll be more than happy. Something more like hysterical ;-)

Happy Fashion Week!

I am sad...

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

I first hated Athens... But going there once or twice a year at least to visit friends, I fell in love journey after journey. Greece, but mostly Athens became vital to me. Walking in the streets every season shows you some unknown details, the magic color of some flowers, the strength of graffiti on a wall, the smell of a market... I went there with almost all the important people in my life to share all this little pleasures. That was also our first trip "en amoureux" with my not so new partner.

This morning I was reading the news and I saw those pictures. I heard about last night. I knew. But still, I am sad, sad for all my friends there and sad for this amazing country. I won't stop to go there as I really need it and love but I just wanted to share this. Sometimes sharing what hurts makes it easier and I also have some stupid superstitions that make me thing that maybe talking about it will help to get better.

I'm already planning my next journey in Greece. I want to walk in the streets of Plaka, get my favorites sandals at the Poet sandal maker (that recognize me now when I walk in the store. That makes me fucking proud), I want to watch the Acropolis while having a drink at some rooftop terrace... I want to see my friends smiling and talking about their last dates rather than...

This post has been written in a minute to keep it genuine and reflecting my sad state of mind.

Filakia*

E

* kisses in Greek with the worst ever spelling

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

Jaime Hayón, The Guest for Lladró atelier



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 You know I have a passion for Spain and whatever comes from this über fabulous country. What you may not know is that I have a secret and gigantic passion for Lladró. They used to produce über kitsch china figurines (like lovers kissing among butterflies… Love, love, love…). But that passion got even bigger when in 2006 the company brought the renowned designer Jaime Hayón on board, at the moment Artistic Advisor of the brand. I am lucky enough to own one of his “Lovers” and I can watch it every day in my mini living room.

So you can understand how hysterical I went when I got the designboom newsletter. You should have look at it & subscribe. It’s really a good one… <= my friend Lulu made me discover it! I discovered “The Guest” collection and rather than talking about it for yours, I just wanted to share it with you…

Hope you’ll love it/him/them as much as I do.

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jaime hayon: the guest for lladró atelier