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.
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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.
So glad I caught up with Anders, the handsome and striking six-foot-five tall Senior Fashion Editor of LOVE magazine. They don’t call him the Great Dane for nothing. It’s funny because earlier in the week, I went out for a drink next door to my hotel and I saw this guy, wearing the ubiquitous spring/summer 2011 Prada stripe, sitting at the bar so I told my friend, oh look there’s a queen in Prada shining through this sea of Danishness. When the blond man turned his head around, it was Anders, who said he’s in Copenhagen for a vacation.
Have you seen Prada’s fall/winter 2011 ad campaign video? The colors and textures are stunning, especially those massive sequined pieces. Remind me to pick up one of those hats the next time I go to the store. I went to the flagship in via Montenapoleone back in June but sadly, they don’t have the larger sizes yet. I’m excited for autumn to arrive!
27/07/2011, Musings, Prada
While the United States of America braces itself against the threat of default, here I am trying to sort out my latest dilemma.
I’ve been eyeing this gorgeous Phillip Lim coat at Shopbop for quite some time now as well as this amazing snake coat (photo below) from Prada’s fall/winter 2011 collection. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it down the runway in Milan back in February.
Raquel Zimmermann in Prada Fall 2011 for Vogue Nippon
I need a new coat. I really do. It’s not a bad idea to plan outfits in advance, budget and all that.
Thing is, I also need a new camera. I’m starting to get sick of my current one, a Canon Rebel T2i (my first DSLR camera) which I bought last November. It took me six years of blogging before upgrading my equipment. After eight months of use, I have this raging need to step up.
If you have seen some of my photo diaries over the past few months, I think you’ll agree with me how my photos are much better than before. I look at my pictures now and while the quality improved a few notches up (at least compared to photos I took, say, three years ago), I feel like I can do so much more if I invest in better equipment. Afterall, I consider myself extremely lucky (and grateful) for having so many opportunities and the access I’m privy to, people, places, events and situations. It’s kinda unfair if I don’t try to give my best.
I know very little about the world of photographic equipment so I rang my friend Rumi for advice. An hour and a half on the phone and a few clicks online later, my new baby is on its way. I ordered a Canon 5d Mark II, two lens and some accessories. Upgrade!
Between you and me, I’m still having doubts whether it was a good decision to buy a camera instead of a new coat. I have never spent so much on a camera before. I freaked out at the price! The three-year insurance alone was $599 or a pair of shoes if you ask me. Christian Louboutin sandals to be specific.
I called my boyfriend for emotional support. Instead of consoling me, he freaked out at the prospect of handling such expensive equipment when he’s taking pictures of me. “What if I dropped the camera?”, he asks. In spite of this, I detected a sense of excitement in his voice. Afterall, he, too, has a new toy to play with.
Rumi, on the other hand, was enthusiastic with my new acquisition. “Congrats,” she said.
“This is a purchase that will pave the way to buying Prada’s entire collection.”
Coat or no coat, I concur.
Here’s a quick, behind-the-scenes video of Tobey Maguire’s fall/winter 2011 Prada menswear ad campaign photo shoot with David Sims.
I thought it was totally random, not to mention surprising, for Miuccia to use a celebrity for her fall/winter menswear ad campaign but the result, nonetheless, is quintessentially Prada. I love how Toby’s mysterious, curious and innocent look matches the collection’s aesthetic. There’s also that undeniable element of geekiness that makes it oh so cool. And those lurex pieces? Mark my words — they’re the new season’s must-have!
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it once again. I love riding big beasts. It brings me so much joy whenever I sit on top of a huge, breathing animal. It’s thrilling and exciting to entrust your life to something that is so big and you have very little control of. It’s been quite awhile since I last rode something (boyfriend doesn’t count btw) so when our tour guide told us yesterday that we’ll get to ride an elephant, I almost pissed my trousers.
Horses? Check. Camel? Check. Elephant? Well, check check check. My boyfriend and I rode an elephant earlier this morning when we went to the Amber Palace. Our elephant’s name is Lucky. He’s twenty-five years old.
Riding an elephant is harder than I thought. It wasn’t the most comfortable ride I’ve had but it was fun nonetheless.
BTW, my kiwi friend Isaac told me a few weeks ago to avoid wearing shorts because elephant hair is itchy and can scratch your legs but it wasn’t so bad when I touched it. Ah well.
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