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