Benjamin Taguemount

http://www.taguemount.com/

Hey folks!

Yesterday, I had a photo shoot lunch (yeah, it's a new fashion lunch concept in Paris for wanna super celeb blogger like me with Benjamin Taguemount.

Benjamin is the special friend of a friend that has friends who recently asked me to write some lines in their super cool blog beauty blog http://www.makemybeauty.com/ I love that I get to talk about what I like or hate somwhere esle than here! So... Back to Benjamin! We met in order to shoot my "official" portrait picture for the contributors section of makemybeauty.com. I was kinda super stressed as I am not really used to get my picture taken by a real photographer. So we walked through the Tuilleries and made several pictures.

I received the picture this morning on my phone for approval. I was f*cking stunned. Not really by my face but by the strengh and the beauty of the picture. I knew a bit of Benjamin's work but never thought he will make it to get something nice with my face. So I decided to share that with you and to give you the chance to discover his work http://www.taguemount.com/

Enjoy!

This is how I wanna look! Yeah... You wish!

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New lunch break shopping or how my life has changed!

The great thing about starting a new life is that you also get new hobbies and you can be super positive about that. The bad thing is that you can very quickly feel miserable about it too. So, you have to make everything über glamour and see the good side about it.

Pictures this: it's lunchtime and with some of my colleagues we went to Higuma... You haven't got any idea of what is Higuma, right? It's just one of my fav' Japanese restaurant in Paris. Rudest waiters in the entire free world but best ever Gyoza (friend dumplings)! The tricky part of a lunch there is that either on the way to the restaurant and logically on the way back to the office you have to (!) pass by Colette... Meaning: every lunch cost you 20€ + an extra 200€ minimum of sneakers shopping! So here I am... Walking... Watching the windows and then... Bing... I remember that I need:

•               A mattress

•               A fridge

•               A washing machine

•               A thousand of other sexy items (aka lamps, chairs...)

So, instead of shopping you decide with Marc (one of the above mentioned colleagues) to stop by the Saint Roch church. Never heard about it too? Wrong... Think YSL funeral... 

And surprise... You realize that you have been passing by many many many many many times and never stopped. And that was soooooooo wrong 'cause what you see when you're in it is just pure beauty!

See... I save 200€ and got the chance to discover some true Parisian hidden treasure. So please, recent, sexy cool divorcés join me in this new group: I’m gonna be ok even without new sneakers and on top of it I may end up a bit more intelligent ;-)

Le retour de la bourgeoise in Paris or how fashion will make you & me happy...

Did you know that Fashion (capital F) can change your life and make you happy for at least the entire next season and maybe the rest of your life???

No??? Where the hell have you been during the last fashion week(s)? Helloooooooooooo! You are supposed to stay tuned 24 hours a day, 7 days a week during those 3 fabulous weeks (NY/London/Milan/Paris). Checking every blog, reading style.com every minute. Some even considered quitting job to be sure to get every trend, every update, and every non-smile of Anna Wintour.

Bref... You'd have been "fashion aware", you'd have been informed and consequently talking nonstop about: he return of the bourgeoise aka Phoebe Philo's work for Céline. Remember Céline? 1972, your mother bag with a golden horse + cart? That was Céline. My mother had one and matching loafers. She sold it. So did she with her 3 Hermès Kelly. She is ok now. She has been through a major Fashion crisis for the past 10 years. Therapy helped her realizing how silly she was!

Let's go back to our main goal: finding happiness through Fashion and how this is going to change your/mine life. Well... Picture this: Thousands of mini Catherine D. strutting on Parisian sidewalks wearing nothing but beige cashmere capes and matching shoes + bags... Millions of women wearing H&M + Lanvin cocktail dresses at 8:00am @ Starbucks... And no more bimbos!  No more cheap girls wearing Geox shoes. No more office lady wearing cheesy vintage Kenzo Jungle animal printed denim with matching jacket.  No more "I ♥ NY"... This, Madaaaaaaame, is not Versailles. This is happiness.

See Fashion can help us to be happy.... So, what do we say? Thank you Fashion!

I love my new shoes

Hellooooo! I'm hysterical!

My über cool/super cute new Polo brown brogues arrived from the London store! And top of the top... I got them for free. Yeah!!!

Why? Just 'cause I got an award at work for being a good boy. And the award comes with a voucher kinda huge...

So... I made a major decision to improve my karma lol: those shoes (and the pair of Vans taht i was wearing this morning before getting my new babies) will be the two first pieces that will be stored in my not yet builded dressing room!

Then, as I organized a micro champagne drink with my band of friends (those I am supposed to write about... If ever I start doing it...) tonight at my new place and still trying to get a super cool karma for that new place (aka the shoe box), I decided to bring the following first deco element:

• Mario Testino - Let me in photo book;
• Terry Richardson - Terryworld photo book;
• Spanish Painting from El Greco to Picasso: Time, Truth, and History - Catalogue from the former Guggenheim Museum exhibition;
• The Sartorialist book;
• Rubrum Lily candle composed by Carlos Benaïm & edited by Frédéric Malle;
• My crucifix that I bought this summer at a street fair in Burgundy with mu dear Anne;
• My iPod & its donught docking station!

I think nothing bad can happen to me with those precious objects!

Ego in Be...

This is maybe a bit narcissistic but let's say that it feels also cool at this time of my life to get some ego booster. I look quite cute on the picture and it will help me to remember that once I lived in a huge apartment where I had the chance to display all my sneakers... When soon I'll be leaving in a shoe box on my own.

By the way, I started to decorate the tinny shoe box I'm gonna move in soon and I kinda already adore the place. The first object that have been in are Hello Kitty Xmas Candy Canes (Lulu's gift) and two Diptyque candles to burn together. Violette + Patchouli. I used to burn Rose + Myrrhe. But new place, new smell... Still it will heavily smell of brothel but who cares?

I thought that breaking up would be easy! Silly queen!

I thought that breaking with Mr. B.F. after 14 years would be easy.

I thought it would be like a glamorous last "Ciao, amore...". How stupid, I've been to think that.

In real life, when you break up, you feel nothing but pain and sadness. You wake yup every day in a house that has been your home for years feelings like you don't belong here anymore. And Bing! You realize... I don't belong here anymore. I need to rent a place. In Paris. In 2010. You realize that you will have very soon to live in one of your shoes box. 'Cause you just discovered your new best friend/Enemies: The Real Estate agents. How boy... They're harsh. They speak a brand new language. They don't understand that you need a BIG closet in a SMALL (aka cheap) apartment. That you don't want carpets... You want wooden floors, white walls and large windows. You wanna recreate a mini Milanese/Puglia home. You even bought a crucifix recently to match the idea...

You wake up also every night. Feeling super alone.

You get calls from you friends. Every 5 minutes. They wanna check if you're not cutting your veins. The good point is that you realize how much you love them and you need them. How they help you.

And then Bing! (#2)... You remember your blog. Your 4 followers... And you feel like to tell them that you're ok.

Ok, it was like going through a war. Nothing is settled yet. But... You don't wanna cry anymore. You wanna marry Marc Jacobs and spend all days wearing Louis Vuitton Spring 11 floral dresses. Then getting a divorce (#2) and marry (again) Pelayo Diaz (http://www.katelovesme.net/). Then move to London with him and wear leggings + Doc Marteens + skirts all day.

Oh Boy... I have to go on. I have so many stuff to write about. Like this amazing Chanel Spring 11 show. Like me being invited to write in a blog about men's beauty (http://www.makemybeauty.com/)...

So be there. I'll keep on going.

Love,

E