Over lunch, I asked my bf a question I’ve been itching to ask — where’s the rain? For this time of the year, the weather’s been strange — cool but sunny, dry and nice, as evident on my photos last week. We’re supposed to be in the middle of autumn as the leaves are starting to fall but where are the cloudy, gray skies?
Sunglasses, gray wool trousers and emerald lurex turtleneck from Prada, coat from Dolce & Gabbana, navy blue cashmere v-neck from Uniqlo, bag from Mark Cross, suede shoes from Church’s, scarf from Herr Judit.
As you know, I can’t stand the rain. I can’t. Rain is my biggest nightmare. It ruins my hair, my clothes, my shoes and my mood. When it’s rainy outside, all I want to do is to curl up on the sofa with my laptop and a warm pot of tea. Why bother going out?
And then it happened. An hour after my boyfriend’s lunch break (when he took these photos), rain started to fall.
There I was, drenched with rain water in the streets of Stockholm running errands with my shopping bags. The umbrella I bought at a corner store gave up on me within an hour because of the wind. My outfit, and my shoes, were downright ruined. I felt a pang of jealousy whenever I saw people who wore their waterproof, hooded jackets. Why oh why don’t I own one of them fugly but practical jackets? Why oh why oh why did I choose to wear Prada and Dolce & Gabbana over North Face?
Call me a fool but I know I’m not, I’m gonna stand out here on the mountain top till I feel your rain… feel it on my finger tips, hear it on my window pane, your love’s coming down like rain… wash away my sorrow, take away my pain. Your love’s coming down like rain.
Click click click!
Believe it or not, I had my first gay double date last night.
Had a lovely dinner last night at Le Bar Rouge with my boyfriend and my friend Fabian plus his boyfriend. The other couple spontaneously flew in from Germany yesterday morning as a result of me whining via Skype on Wednesday how they should come visit me for the weekend. In spite of knowing each other for quite some time, we haven’t met each other’s partners. I love how everyone on the table (barring all our matching lurex Prada polos) were different from each other, not only from an aesthetic point of view but also personalities and such.
It’s not every day that we mix human relationships. Work is work. Business is business. Family is family. Friendships are friendships. Personal relationships are personal relationships. To some, lines are very blurred… or, there are no lines at all. How often do you mix the two? It doesn’t happen all the time but when you’re in it for the long haul (whether it’s work, business, family, friendships, etc), you have to make it work. There’s always something intimate and special about letting other people into our lives and intermixing meaningful relationships. When it works, the world suddenly becomes perfect.
I had fun last night. Double dinner date, pit stop at the bar, then a few minutes of dancing at the club.
Punctuated the night with a quick snack at McDonald’s before heading home.
I know I’ve already posted the full-length show a few days ago but let me share this raw, iPhone video of the view from my seat of the Prada spring/summer 2012 fashion show finale.
I’m trying to decide whether or not I should shave my stubble. I haven’t shaved my face in a little over a week. Both DSquared2 and Giorgio Armani are dressing me up for their shows tomorrow and both my outfits are on the far extremes of the menswear spectrum. Do I need stubble to complete my looks tomorrow? Maybe. But then again I’m having dinner later tonight with major fashion superheroes and I want to look at my best… and my best requires me to shave my face.
I can’t decide ugh! Dolce & Gabbana show coming up in a little under two hours.
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Did you miss last night’s sizzling hot Prada spring/summer 2012 fashion show? Watch the full show online.