Christian Dior Haute Couture Fall/Winter 2009 2010 Video
The video is out. As always, leave it to the House of Dior to put on a magical couture show. Everything is just perfect — the clothes, the intimate set, the amazing music and of course, models with bone-chilling, 102% pure couture poses that ooze ‘high fashion’.
As a child, I grew up thinking Dior is the pinnacle of haute couture. This was before I knew about all the other (and older) couture houses. Of course I now know better but Dior (and John Galliano) to me is very special. Would I be able to go to a Dior haute couture show in the near future? I don’t know. Will you, or some fashion angel, help me go to Dior couture someday? I hope so. In any case, I have a long way to go and I still need to pay my dues to the fashion gods. Either that, or, I need to win the lottery. Then I’ll spend it all on a spectacular Dior ball gown which I’ll wear on my deathbed when I’m 80 years old so my grandchildren would be able to say to everyone “Bryanboy died in Dior couture.”
Click click click for parts 2 (which is my absolute fave) & 3 of the video.
STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING RIGHT THIS SECOND. STOP EVERYTHING! Bionic Beyonce is back and gurl has a new music video: Sweet Dreams.
Thierry Mugler and Gareth Pugh werq!!!
Sing after me…
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I, don’t
wanna wake up from you. Sweet dream or beautiful nightmare. Somebody
pinch me, your love’s too good to be true.
My guilty pleasure I ain’t goin nowhere… baby as long as you’re here, I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my. You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you.
First one to identify all of her frocks shall win a kiss on the cheek from me and an oreo cookie.
Believe it or not, I often get bewildered every time media outlets, whether online or in print, publish wonderful things about me. I mean come on — I could barely put sentences together and my pictures are of mediocre quality to be a proper, proper 'blogger'. But you know what? For some strange reason, people seem to respond to my crazy formula of being fun, frivolous, spontaneous, carefree, post everything raw as it is, warts and all… it somehow works for me! I guess that's proof enough that the internet is so awesome. You can be a cuckoo kooky character living his dream (such as myself) and still have an audience.
Oh and this is the nicest thing someone said about me, EVER.
I originally thought of flying from Munich to Milan but I’ve never been on a European train before (other than subway systems) so I decided to use the efficient rail system instead. You know, take your average third world city boy and put him in a train to enjoy a bit of countryside scenery yaddi yaddi yadda. I think it’s a nice way to travel — especially when you’re traveling with 40 kilos worth of baggage on you. And I’m not talking about your body weight, Snejana.
I thought about writing one heck of a tearjerker because it’s such a good story and then I realized it’s not fair to the other party. I don’t want people to vilify him if you know what I mean. Besides, I may lead a semi-public (emphasis on semi) life because of this blog but in the end, we’re still both, especially him, private individuals. So let’s cut this purging session short.