Long hair is pretty and all but it gets in your eyes.

Everyday I wash it, leave my house, wear it down, still wet, it gets annoying, I don’t have a hair-tie to put it up, so I just stick a pen in it or whatever else I can get my hands on, no lies, I’ve used a spoon before, or if nothing is around, I just tie a knot, and it falls right back town, so I twirl it back up again, and then I put in my hands through it when I don’t know what to do with my ten fingers, or I’ll make a braid that comes undone in ten seconds, and so I twirl that up as well.

Point is, I spend half of my day with — copyright my mother — a bird’s nest on my head. How delightful.

But isn’t a nice little pony tail easy enough to do?

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Is it just me or is there something new going on with jewelry?
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I eventually landed back home, well, not really, seeing as what happened last weekend.

This past weekend, David Yurman, the jewelry designer, and his team invited me to the shoot for their next ad campaign in St. Barth in the Caribbean. To go so far away for a day and a half is the craziest thing. Plus, outside of my fascination with palm trees, I’m not so much the island type. Except this, I just couldn’t refuse.

But now, the torture begins : I don’t have the right to say, or show you everything. I can’t even tell you about which models were there for the campaign… But if you know the brand, you know that the I saw some of the most beautiful women in the world.

I spent hours in the sun taking photos and making videos, and for the time being, I can’t share it all.

But I can share the most important thing for me:

The photographer for David Yurman campaigns for the past 10 years has been Peter Lindbergh. One of my life dreams has been, not to sit in the front row at a runway show, not to meet George Clooney, not even to take a helicopter tour or anything like that… (okay, well, that’s only half true, one of my dreams has definitely been to take a helicopter ride over Corsica, actually.)… But I digress…

One of my dreams has been to take part in a photo shoot with Lindbergh.

Which I didn’t tell him, of course, of course. I met him for the first time when he was having breakfast on the hotel terrace. He was looking through some pictures he had taken the day before, smiling, surrounded by others, and he kept on joking around. When he stood up, he seemed bigger than life. He put his big hands on my shoulders, looked me straight in the eyes  and said, “Okay, so you’re Garance? Tell me about you…”

And so there you have it. That’s how I knew in two seconds that no way was I wrong. It seems a little cheesy, but often the biggest names have the smallest egos. They’re often the least pretentious, the most simple, and the most attentive. And the most irresistible as well. They put you at ease. Right after this first meeting, it was paradise.

Lindbergh’s shoots were like I always dreamt they would be, the big black screen in the middle of the beach, steamy jazz playing in the background, sublime and natural girls, the make-up a bit undone by the salted sea spray, sand in their hair, light right in their eyes, and of course the enthusiasm that communicates so much, this humor and joy that makes 30 people be all of a sudden completely behind one man. I learned more in a day than I do in a year.

I didn’t ask him any questions. My happiness was simply in observing. Sometimes he’d come up to me, tell me a few stories, ask me some questions, try to understand what was this weird thing I do: this blog thing, it really interested him.

It’s nice when your idols are even better than you dreamed. This coming from me, who usually avoids meeting people I admire because I want to continue admiring them, and here, I found reality more beautiful than fiction.

At every second then I realized how lucky I was to be there.

It’s at the exact moment when I was thinking of how happy I was that I heard someone ask him if he was tired with all the heat and all, and he responded, “Me? Tired? But how lucky am I to be here? Naaaa, all is well, thank you! Everything’s perfect!”

That’s gotta be it, that’s one of the secrets. You have to continue to notice the moments when life really is paradise.

Translation : Tim Sullivan

5 mn connecting flights in Atlanta, just enough time to post that image (this is not me on the picture, my post title is confusing but not enough time to find a better one !) and tell you I’ll be back soon to tell you (almost) everything about the crazy week-end I just spent.

Oh god, they are calling me for boarding… Got to go ! Kisses !

Here are a few images we brought back from Shanghai… Have a nice day !

In Australia, everybody wears them. It’s the official model off-duty outfit since 2005. You see them everywhere in New York and they are on their way to Paris. You can find some fantastic pairs in thrifht shops for about 4$.

Tell me, have you bought a pair of minishorts too? Are they the same as mine, even tighter and shorter than the one on the picture? Are you looking at it telling yourself Woh! This thing is not much bigger than Dita Von Teese’s panties!

Are you wondering if, really, you will be able to go out on the street wearing them?

There are some things that I just don’t talk about but really, what would my life be like without :

My white jeans. Everyday, everywhere, anywhere. Just love them !

My laser hair removal. Aaaahhh, come on out sunny days, short-shorts, swimsuits, and yeah, even you all things low-cut like in the 80s. You don’t scare me! A pimple underneath the skin? What? Never heard of it.

My self-tanner. WAIT WHAT my SELF-TANNER? But wasn’t it you that… Naaaahhhh. Wait. I wasn’t going to just let myself down like that, who do you think I am? I bought a GRADUAL hydrating bronzing milk. A little tanner every day, and no risk to end up like Valentino this time. And no streaks! So there!

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