When I planned my road trip in Morocco, I didn’t think four little days out of Paris could seem like weeks on another planet. I didn’t think I would crash my car into a metal fence either but that’s a different story (no one got hurt, if you’re wondering). During these four little days in the South East of the country, we (I travelled with an amazing group of
London Fashion Week SS15 just ended and I must admit this season is a total success. Not that I’m saying last year was terrible at all : I am always amazed by English fashion. And I actually think I like it as much as French style (yes, I am cheating a bit on my touche française right now. But sometimes I get tired of head-to-toe black. Sometimes, I said. Hedi Slimane does not count).
As much as I wish this French bulldog were mine, it is not. Her name is Coco for Coco Chanel – true story – and she is the happy pet of an English man who kindly let us hold her for a couple of photos. After this short but emotional moment (see my I-cannot-look-happier face above), I am now seriously considering getting a dog. Thanks Coco. Getting back to clothes,
Summer is over and fall is already upon every girl-that-loves-fashion’s (I promised myself not to use “fashionista”) lips. Whoop whoop! I must say I’m not that disappointed saying au revoir to a really rubbish summer. Plus, I love the autumn. Mostly because I get to choose a new coat (did someone say superficial?). The magical Indian summer plays a big part in my choice of favourite season but, let’s
Every blog has its first post and probably every blog owner knows how difficult it is to write the first words down. Therefore, I will just write a typical – yet sincere – welcome text and pass onto the next chapter (which will be more inspired, I hope). I am truly happy you found your way to this website of mine. I wish you have a great time looking through