Let me explain. In yesterday’s post, which clearly I didn’t properly detail, I said Jeanne-Aelia and I were taking a vacation from our collaboration, i.e. “Transatlantic Parallel” to which we will return at rentrée time in Paris — somewhere around the beginning of September.
A petit clarifier however. I will be posting somewhat irregularly — it will depend, but I’ll keep you au courant. As I mentioned some time ago, I have been working on a PROJECT and now I really, really have to be serious about working on the PROJECT because some people are not happy with me at all. Therefore I must take time away from my beloved blog.
Today for your entertainment, a few things I think are ummmm, unusual in some cases, some things I wouldn’t mind owning, one thing I would return if it were given to me and a $$$$ shocker.
1.) Here’s my thinking on these Bottega Veneta woven bags: expensive, yes; worth it probably, year ’round absolutely. They replace every bag one could own. The signature woven design is perfect summer, winter, spring and fall.
2.) The shocker, though I didn’t realize it at first, is this Bottega Veneta tote in crocodile, 55,000 Euros. I mean really. More expensive than a car?
3.) What do you think about the “New Wave” nail color? It’s a rhetorical question. (It just about matches the bottom of Edith’s pool, which I’m not allowed to enter for a couple of weeks. Woe is me.)
4.) I’m having a big crush on jewelry by Francesca Romana Diana. She did some gorgeous necklaces that look like quarter-size slices of semi-precious stones — aquamarine, citrine, topaz and others hanging off of flat chains. Very pretty in multiples.
5.) Words cannot begin to express how much I hate these sabots, whatchamacallits that are so hot right now. And these are from Chanel if you can believe it. I choose not to believe it.
6.) And since it’s time pour les vacances, look (!) at these accessories for first class travel. Tucked into matching bags, fold-up slippers and eye-masks from Lanvin for the ultimate in status comfort. They cost $295, about the price of a one-way ticket, Paris/New York in economy, but who’s counting? When it comes to fun, who cares about funds. N’est-ce pas?