I can’t bring myself to believe that in 2010 I’ve managed to make this rookie mistake. I could make come to terms with it if it were in ’90, or even in ’00 when self-tanner first hit the scene, yeah, okay, maybe.
But right here, right now? With the number of disasters I’ve seen… This really shouldn’t be possible.

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I know, I know, you’re not here. You are all on vacation* stuffing yourselves with chocolate while I’m at home sorting through things, sipping green tea and sitting in lotus position in the middle of:

- An Empire State Building of magazines that I have yet to file. I’m incapable of throwing magazines away before having re-read/catalogued/torn them apart: it drives me crazy. Last time, I even hid the contents of the super-heavy boxes away from my friends who were helping me move—it wasn’t AT ALL Nietzsche. It was my old collection of The Face, I.D, 20 years and Vogue that have followed me everywhere since always. Sorry about your back, Alex.

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Et voilà. The same thing aaaaaaaalways happens. Never fails.

We travel light and end up with excess baggage.
We eat light and then, discover the original source of banana-pecan cake..
We bring along our laptops only to forget them, including our running shoes. There, there.

We come home smiling and rested, with shiny and seemingly coiffed hair. We feel good. Never mind if the heavy consumption of banana-pecan shows up in our figures. We even learn a new expression to describe the effect of continously packing on those extra pounds.

The muffin-top —happens when we put on our jeans and flab spills around the waistband. Lesson of the day actually makes us smarter. Yummy ;-)

We decide to start the year right. New year, clean slate. What an opportune time to begin anew: have an active and healthy lifestyle, put everything in order and aspire for perfection each day. To the point that we begin to talk like Carla Bruni. We buy the same Moleskine journal, (yet again, though the wider kind), writing as neatly as we can and holding our breath the whole time…

Day 2 comes, everything’s back to how it was before:

Hellish frenzy, never enough time and…oh, merde! My nail polish sticks to my magazine once again.

Like before, just like before…At the end of the day, it’s rather amusing. So I wish you all a super-amazing new year full of half-baked resolutions, unsuccessful diets, fashion faux-pas and unrealistic plans.

Well, what? Two days ago, I was in a tee, watching the snow fall in the desert on a sunny day, without a slice of banana-pecan in my hand. No piece of cake, I tell you. But there’s your proof that everything’s possible.

In any case, I missed you, my dears! Gros bisou, a demain!

Translation : Magali Eva Suárez.

This post is certainly the last before… the winter solstice. Yes. Beginning Sunday, I’m very happy to announce [even if I have nothing to do with this] that the days will be longer.

You’ll never know how this idea pleases me—exactly the kind of positive thought I need right this moment.

I don’t know how you do it, guys, but if you ask me, I’ve become my own shadow as this year nears its end. What’s with the aura… The hair… The disposition? Hey, why are you in tears and why are you laughing? Hey, Garance, I’m talking to you. Are you asleep or what? Aha. True.. Pathetic. Dull and dreary state of mind!

Except that when I find myself in the doldrums , face buried in scarf and counting the days before vacation begins… I run into a shining, shimmering, splendid star like Clémence Poésy.

And there, I realize there are girls who remain radiant and glowing even in the dead of winter. Instinctively, I ask to take their photos. They say ‘yes’ so graciously, laugh and talk. They’re the picture of simplicity and life itself.

What’s more, they ask for my name and tell me they love what I do.

At the end of the day, I’m full of pride, blessed with a ray of light and like a child running with a treasure find.

Oh, c’mon. Lighten up. Don’t you sometimes want to be cheesy and romantic? Well, I do !

Because just so you know, I’m about to stick labels onto my luggage and speed off  to a hot, desert land where I might not be able to blog that often.

There’s no telling what’s in store for the blog, hopefully, loads of fun and laughter. We’ll see about that next week. Happy holidays, everyone!

Translation : Magali Eva Suárez.

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.

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* treggings – trousers worn like leggings

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Translation : Magali Eva Suárez.

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