From Russia With Love #108,833
I was having a cigarette outside Kolizey where they held the screening of the Marc Jacobs x Louis Vuitton documentary and a few lovely readers came up to me. After a few moments, I'm like, hold on a second.. you guys are taking pics of me, lemme take pics of you LOL!
It's always a pleasure meeting some of my readers. It doesn't matter where they are in the world — Singapore, Malaysia, Russia, Japan, Australia, USA, wherever! I'm always thrilled and happy to see people, especially those who follow my little website. I'm very thankful and consider myself very lucky to be able to travel to places and meet those who read my stories or to see what I'm up to. It's such an honor, really.
I love you all!
RIP Marc Jacobs Sunglasses
Hu hu hu I’m so sad. Another city, another item lost. Excuse me while I mourn the loss of my beloved Marc Jacobs sunglasses. I’ve lost them in Singapore. I have a feeling I dropped it while watching one of the shows at the tents during Audi Fashion Festival.
Front row at Marc by Marc Jacobs Spring 2010 in New York, Snejana Onopka and Kasia Struss at Marc Jacobs Fall 2009. All photos via Style.com
I always lose something precious every time I travel.
Forget the fact that I’ve lost my cellphone this Friday. It’s the third
time I’ve lost my phone this year. I’ve left it in a cab after a night
But yeah… Balenciaga glasses? Left it at a toilet cubicle in Narita airport en route to Detroit after a trip to Australia. Fox fur stole? Stolen by a thieving midget of a lesbian bull dyke in Plastic in Milan last year. Lanvin sneakers? Left it in Milan this March. I was on the verge of losing my Chanel bag when I got mugged in Paris last October — it’s a good thing the not-so-street-smart robbers were only after my money and not my bag which they could’ve sold on eBay. I guess they didn’t see the resale value in that. Then there’s a time when I thought I’ve lost my passport in Sydney airport because I spent my time going through duty-free fragrances, drunk! I left my passport AND boarding pass on a counter somewhere and I only found out about it when the boarding gate attendant handed it to me prior to boarding the plane — not the other way around!
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