I’m off somewhere today. I’m on my way to spend the weekend in the South. And you know what? I’m not in any way blasé about the whole thing. I’m just too happy, irrationally happy. So happy that I’m unable to write about anything…
A weekend with friends—isn’t that something to be happy about?
Ben voilà. It’s useless to even try to be interesting. Happy people have nothing to say and I’m absolutely okay with it.
So here’s just one photo minus the trends, the PVC treggings*, the 4-inch heels…minus Balmain (What, how’s that possible?) and no scoops whatsoever.
Kisses to everyone. Will keep you posted.
And I promise to take off my make-up, even if if that means falling asleep on the sink.
* treggings – trousers worn like leggings
Translation : Magali Eva Suárez.