I’m not usually a big fan of coloured sunglasses. I like my sunnies how I like my coffee — strong and black. After the recent demise of my Celine and Yves Saint Laurent, I bought this cheeky pair at the Fendi store in Venice a couple of weeks ago.
Shirt and sweater by Boss Black, sunglasses by Fendi
Here are some snippets from my recent trip to the Art District here in Beijing. Don’t forget to reach out for your 3D glasses. I’ve been told that Hugo Boss sent around 70,000 pairs around the world in three weeks!
Click HERE to watch other episodes from Miss Hugo Boss’ Beijing 3D video diary.
I’m currently in Beijing for the upcoming Hugo Boss BOSS Black fashion show on Friday. It’s my third time in the city. I’m constantly amazed how Beijing changes at a very rapid pace — power of China and all that. Anyhoo, I landed around lunch time and after a lovely room service meal of chicken and mushroom soup , I went straight to Dashanzi aka the Art district. I visited a few galleries followed by a quick pit stop at a cafe for a cupcake and lemonade. Hugo Boss will post the video over the next few days. Fun times!
Remember Steven Meisel’s Dogging for V Magazine? Well lemme show you pictures of me COTTAGING at the public toilets area of China’s National Olympic Stadium in Beijing, also known as Bird’s Nest. If you don’t know what cottaging is, I suggest that you look it up on google.
But thin and very, very tall. Ignore the icky monobrow and the fug jacket (which he bought in China on the cheap — apparently that jacket is XXL but look how short they are on the arms. he’s super tall!) and tell me what you think of this guy. He’s a nice chap, trust me. And no, he’s **NOT** Mr. Denmark. The question is… would you hit it?
I’m back in the cesspit of the third world. Yes. You know, I cried a
little in the plane yesterday. I had such an amazing and wonderful time
in Beijing you people have no idea. Now. I haven’t served some cheese in the longest time so get ready for it. What you are about to read is a bit like the little homily at the end of Oprah. I think my heart grew two sizes yesterday. One of the highlights of my trip was taming a Dane. Let’s call him Mr Denmark or Mr DK for short. No he doesn’t have a name. OK fine, he does but it’s for me and only me to cherish. Not everything about my life is for public consumption you know.
I went to Beijing and all I got was a bloody t-shirt. Just kidding. Here’s a video of me mincing around the Nanluoguxiang Hutong district of Beijing. Hutongs are these traditional and ancient Chinese alleyways that are almost very rare to find in this city of enormous buildings.
Funny how my Spanish friend Ate Danica (the one with the green scarf) didn’t bat an eyelash when I walked past him. Hahaha! We were so pressed for time so I didn’t get the chance to check out each and every shop but I did end up buying a t-shirt that says “I <3 BJ”. Hysterical!