First post of the year. And birthday of my only reader. There are several things to celebrate today, or so it seems. Where I ended the last post on January 22?
must say that we fashion journalists - while we are still at the first sign of the zodiac - we have already worked a lot. The men's fashion shows have opened a universe of models a bit 'too feminine and understated fashion show. For one thing, by Versace was not even a cocktail with champagne. Treason. But by DSquared there was a nice young man who at nine o'clock on a rainy Tuesday morning wearing a military uniform and cap off of a pair of red patent heels twelve. And even without socks.
The only ray of sunshine were mr David Beckham - by Oscar-winning appearance in the parade Emporio Armani comes down from his seat from an Audi A8 and black, oblivious to the photographers and rain pedantic, sits the blue jacket and starts at the entrance (leaving the door open and the car sideways in the middle of the road) - and an unknown model and France that I have seen both from New York Industrie both Scervino. We wanted to get him to come away with us, to leave the ephemeral and superficial world of fashion for the home (he could do well as secretary or butler as urgently in need both) but we did not get results. On the other hand we have a coffee with Cova next Costantino Vitagliano (which I do not know if you write with gl or not): skin-colored brick, a baseball cap dropped on his head, green sweatshirt hood pulled up. Indoors, of course. The only news worthy of note is that my bag, balance in hand, came to weigh 5.4 kg well, leading to a partial dislocation of his right shoulder. Offset by a terrible pain in his left foot, despite not having put a heel even pay me.
Now that the war wounds are healed and that my sleep-wake rhythms are starting to return to normal (no dietary ones: I am always hungry and I have an irresistible desire to diet-bars must my food in time of parades ) I would like to say a word-by fashion journalist - on the topic of the moment: Lady Michelle. Michelle O. Or you want to call. All to line up against his clothes meringue that extend the hips to the sound of tulle. All against the yellow "yeah, but could be on the black which is finer and exhausted as well, so it seems a bit 'a happened to be there." Yes it is true, I would have chosen other clothes. But let's not forget the five reasons why Michelle she may not care about high assessments of the world on how to dress:
1) has two degrees, Princeton and Harvard. Mica Cepu.
2) is a famous lawyer
3) has a husband named Barack Obama, not only is the most powerful man in the world, first black man to become president, the man that America has more confidence and blablabla, but also has two abdominal fear and not stupid enough to believe him get caught with Monica Lewinsky in the Oval Office of the moment. Provided that it is one of those men who betrayed his wife and has not said.
4) is not a beauty, but has no assets such as chilling picture of Hillary Clinton as a young man and this is a good starting point.
5) dresses better than many women in world politics (Clinton, Merkel, Queen Elizabeth). Can not compete with Carla Bruni but it does have his photo shoots are not strong nor four basic chords with the guitar in addition to point 1, 2 and 3. The
all, contrary to Jackie Kennedy, whose figure is based on four known dresses etiquette, a string of pearls (a style icon, for heaven's sake), a husband and killed a dead president greek owner robbed at Maria Callas .
