jeudi, mars 11, 2010

If I Were A Rich Girl

I often daydream about what I would do if I were rich. I imagine the palaces I would stay in, the restaurants I would dine in, the houses I would buy and alternate living in, and, most often, the clothes I would wear.

First, one of the houses :

Photo from Vogue of Olya and Charles Thomson's NY Brownstone

Isn't it a lovely mix of clean whites and splashes of blue with all those luscious rich carpets? And the mirror - wow. Plus, I love a bay window. I don't know why, but in French, a bay window is called "bow-window". I suspect someone down the line wrote it down wrong and it stuck. Well, that's my theory anyway.

As for hotels, I have been lucky to have stayed in some pretty top-tier addresses on business trips (which is totally the way to go, even if you spend a large portion of the time fantasizing about being there with your honey, and oh, how the two of you could get creative in that bathtub the size of your living room...) and on one such trip, I had the chance to visit this one. I vowed on the spot I would come back someday and stay there.

The Four Seasons Istanbul (from

Drool. And Istanbul in general - sigh.

So if I were a rich girl, I'd have a house like the one above, stay in places like the Four Seasons Istanbul (starting at 450€ a night, people!) and I would eat at places like this :

Photo from of Apicius, a Relais & Châteaux award-winning restaurant

And this :

Le Grand Véfour

And, then, I would totally find the occasion to wear this:

That is a motherfucking gold feather coat, ladies and gentlemen, from Alexander McQueen's last collection, and a crazy-ass but gorgeous red and black satin dress from his 2009-2010 Autumn-Winter prêt-à-porter collection.

I might tone down the lipstick, though. That is a bit much even for me.

What do you daydream about?

lundi, mars 01, 2010

I Will Kick Your Ass Some Day - Love and Kisses

After two particularly fierce rounds of Trivial Pursuit Genius II last night, where I just BARELY lost both times, this is what this morning's email exchange looked like. (For context's sake, I have only beaten him three times in our entire time together. It is my constant goal to clobber him, but he is so wily!)

Handsome : Love and kisses and sorry I kicked your ass at Trivial Pursuit last night ;-)

[Ed note : The nerve!]

Me : A clarification : you did NOT "kick my ass" at Trivial Pursuit. It was a VERY CLOSE CONTEST. And you have a distinct advantage with the French version. So there. Watch out for next time, buster. I will pummel you. One of these days. And it will be ugly. Love and kisses!