100 is finally here!

Dear readers:
It´s my 100th post and I´d like to thank you all for being such good readers!
On my last post I received a comment, a person that maybe was trying to help. So she/he gave me a few advises and I´d like to thank her/him.
I know that as a blogger, not everyone will like everything I do. We all have some common interests (Sofia Coppola! Audrey Hepburn! pink!... anyone?) and let me admit ot, at first I took it as an insult but then, I realised that everything she/he said was right!: Dr. Harry Higgins would completely disaprove my ortography and gramatics (I can almost hear him say "You disgrace the noble structure of these columns" or "she´s deliciously low, so horribly dirty" :O), sure that I am aaaalways complaining, and the last hurtful truth: my blog is as monothematic as a monothematic blog can get to be.

It must take a lot of patience to hear me constantly bitching around, so in order to make my 100th post a new beginning, I´d like to promise (cross my heart and kiss my elbow!) that I will try to follow this advises, and any other advise that you´d like to give me, so I can get to be as good blogger and writer as I can ever get to be! And I hope that I make many hundreds of wonderful posts more and that I get a little bit better with each one :D as somebody said: Rome was not built on one day.

Well, I can start on my 101st post ;) for now let me enjoy one last post of the things that I like the most! 100 is an important number!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

Farewell Brittany

I will always remember for this wonderful movie...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Now... Good night and good luck!

(Although it is 12:00 pm here ;)

Santa Baby!

 

 

Joyeaux Nöel!I wish you all the best!

You can find the rest of the editorial here. I´m trying to keep my blog children friendly ;)

Now, a little narration of the Christmas insanenesss:

You know what`s reaaally difficult? Finding a spol on the parking lot of a mall on December 23rd.

You know what`s even worst? Doing the same thing on December 24th.

After a few sessiohhns of the parking ticket mashine telling us to be patient and wait because the lot is full (she won`t even give us a ticket! is that even possible? ), we cannot get in because the whole place is packed, then the car in the convenient spot right in front of us, with a the machine`s bar in between, leaves, desesperation, lot`s of yelling, insulting then praying and then, oh! there it is...*Requieñm for a Dream sounding* trying to get there, before the other cars notice, big nooooooooooooo, NOW, WHO`S THE BOSS?!

Thinking about it well, the 80s weren´t that hooorrible.
Is it me or editor´s feel like reviving the ghastliest trends ever?

I´m not so much against the decade, as I am against the shoulder pads and neon colors that stylist are trying to forcefully put into our refusing systems.
If you are going to do that, at least bring on the good things, like supermodels!

Goddesses or demons, artists or temperamental psychos; there is no doubt that they posessed the poise, the self-concious way of carrying themselves, the spoiled manners but overall, the savoir faire.

I am not saying that the Agynesses and Cocos of our generations do not have personality, cause personality they don´t lack at all. Maybe, we should blame the designers, that in an attempt to standarize the modeling industry, they took away it´s quality and brought on quantity.
Just skip straight to @1:05 to see what I mean:



Oh I looove Ines!
And so there lies the difference between a model and a supermodel:
model: *walking stick*
supermodel: *little turn then sashay!*
model: *bored stare into nothing*
supermodel: *playful smile, wink*

Supermodels (like Miss de la Fressange) can make a fashion show seems more like a perfume ad, which makes me want to desperately buy whatever sack of potatoes she´s wearing ;)

Chanel

 

 

 

 

Christian Dior

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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