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You talk like Marlene Dietrich and you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire,
your clothes are all made by Balmain and there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.

You live in a fancy apartment off the Boulevard St. Michel,
where you keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.

You go to the embassy parties, where you talk in Russian and Greek,
and the young men who move in your circles, they hang on every word you speak, yes they do.

I’ve seen all your qualifications you got from the Sorbonne,
and the painting you stole from Picasso, your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.

But where do you go to, my lovely, when you’re alone in your bed?
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

fashion

i see a ship in the harbour

…i can and shall obey,
and if it wasn’t for your misfortunes,
i’d be a heavenly person today.

Well, that’s another heavy weekend and blue Monday (nearly) out of the way. The only thing pulling me through? My ever-growing wish list. It’s not cold enough for this yet, but it will be, right? Plus, I’m working more hours than I ever have in my life and I deserve a treat, right? In other words, I simply won’t stop until it’s mine.

literature, music

music

don’t count stars or you might stumble.

fashion

we’re not enemies, we just disagree.

No, but really, did Marc Jacobs actually see me coming or what? He started me off with his own SS13 line, and now this collection for Louis Vuitton? It doesn’t really require any explanation. You’ll see. Also, I would usually resize the pictures, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I reckon you need to feel the full force of this. Oh and one more ALSO: Cara’s dress! And of course just Cara. Quite divine.

music

…and so i ask ‘where are you now, / just when i needed you?’ / i won’t ask again because i know / there’s nothing we can do. / not now, darling, you know it’s true.

music

if i could make the world
as pure and strange as what i see,
i’d put you in the mirror
i put in front of me,
i put in front of me.
linger on, your pale blue eyes,
linger on, your pale blue eyes.

music

and it stoned me to my soul/ stoned me just like goin’ home/ and it stoned me.

There are three Van songs guaranteed to choke me. Bright Side Of The Road partly because of that moment in Fever Pitch and partly because of the ‘let’s enjoy it while we can’ sentiment. Days Like This for obvious and somewhat cheesy reasons. And It Stoned Me because it’s my favourite (how many times do I rewind to the start so I can hear the first line again and again). They’re all from different albums and different times but they all make me feel exactly the same way: nostalgic/happy/sad/like-my-heart-could-burst. It’s something to do with his voice being so familiar. As in before-I-could-walk familiar. I think I’ve just happened across my point: they all make me want to go home.

fashion

i was hoping for replacement when the sun burst through the sky.

Those of you who follow me on twitter will know that I had a bit of Balmain-induced episode today when the photos from Paris Fashion Week rolled in. Honestly though. I couldn’t contain it. Just plain awe. When Alicia Keys wore that dress to the Brits that time, it became one of my aims in life to have a piece of Balmain in my wardrobe. Preferably in the DRESS form, thanks. In fact, while we’re at it, if I was ever to marry (I know, I know – it ain’t happening, but let’s just think upon this ludicrous notion for but a moment) – that dress down there in the middle? Yeah, that’d do just nicely, thanks. So, anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, just a bit of Balmain in my wardrobe. It’s the sort of aim that’s not too far out-of-reach as to be unattainable, but far enough out-of-reach as to still be a dream. One day, kids, one day. I promise you that.