Dresses that lead you.

So what's that creature, that manages to be ostentatiously geek with no shame, and wears Chanel's Khaki nail polish while typing? It's a fashion blogger, clearly! A real one! Those who actually get read!

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I took these portraits at a very exclusive swanky party in Florence which I wasn't exactly properly invited to. That was kind of awkward, actually. That girl I know won the invitation right, and didn't intend to go. I thought it was a shame to throw an invitation away, because well, it's not like I get one very often. And it was challenging to try and get away from all that "the more the merrier" public university philosphy we follow here. Or that's what I thought at least. But honestly, I believed it to be a bit more easy. There was security there, seriously? Bloggers who gave me their buisness card! I found that pretty amazing to be honest.
Anyway, i had another reason to absolutely go. At the time I had just bought that, and I really really badly needed an occasion to wear it. No matter if I had to catch four trains and run a lot to get to Florence in time.

pic via catwalkqueen.tv. But I've got it, really.

Speaking about that Lanvin for H&M experience, girls, that was a fight. It was my first time and I found it fucking thrilling. They should give training courses though. Or soldiers' helmets. Or full soldiers, that would be nice. It's not like I'm even so much into Lanvin, you know? But it was such an exciting event, filled with people as fucked up as you are, and you really fell like you're elbowing your way into history! Okay, that was a bit too much but you got me.

go watch Lynn Hirschberg chat with Alber! I'm ridiculously moved.

When I said I am not so much into Lanivin, I obviously meant besides Alber Elbaz. The things I wouldn't do to that man.

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