The best way to tell whether my boo feels safe or not is by looking at the pocket where he keeps his cellphone. If he feels safe, he’d put his cellphone on the back pocket of his jeans. If he has doubts, he’ll put it in his front pocket. While walking to the White House, I told him, well, Washington D.C. is probably the safest place in America right now, with what, big brother watching from every imaginable angle possible, even from the sky! He then rebutted, well, a small town in Alaska is probably the safest. To which I replied, “I can see Russia from my house!”
No visit to the nation’s capital would be complete without stopping by the venerable White House. Can I just say that it looks much, much smaller in real life than how it looks on television? Proof that television and cameras add 10 extra pounds…
Sunglasses by Celine, shirt by Theory, sweater by 3.1 Phillip Lim, coat by Max Mara, trousers by COS, shoes by Balenciaga
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Hi guys! I’m here in the magnificent city of Istanbul, Turkey. I’m terribly sorry for the lack of blog entries as of late as I have been ultra busy living my insane life. I went from Tel Aviv (which I still need to blog about — very soon), to New York, to Hong Kong, to New York again, to Frankfurt, to New York again and now I’m in Istanbul. It’s one trip on top of each other, back to back, with so many events in between. The car ride from Istanbul airport to my hotel at six o’clock in the morning felt ultra cinematic. There I was, alone in my car, in the dark, wearing my gorgeous black Max Mara coat, and I was staring at the window. I couldn’t stop asking myself… is this real life? I swear to god, sometimes it feels like my life is a movie. I’m not joking! It’s 4AM now on a Friday and I’m still battling jet lag. Here I am, in my hotel room, wearing nothing but a white bath robe. I opened a bottle of red wine earlier and I’m smoking what’s left on my pack of Marlboro lights on my balcony. Moments like this remind of me movie scenes… Ah well.
Sana Aşığım Istanbul!