Finally, the soul got fed...
This statement is definitely sacrilegious and I hate saying it aloud but I enjoyed the Museo Salvatore Ferragamo more than I did the Ufizi Gallery. All the Madonnas in the Ufizi gallery are spitting on me right now and it will probably reach my part of earth tomorrow...
Hope you are enjoying your Sunday, and until next time
CIAO!
I am the long lost child of Oprah and Gayle Winfrey-King. Unfortunately, I am still lost and have yet to inherit my gazillion dollar trust fund. This unfortunate incident, coupled with my love for luxurious fashion has led me to learn how to mix high street fashion with the occasional designer pieces. So until the day that my parents decide to find me, welcome to my version of fashion with a somewhat lax budget. Enjoy!
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Oh dios mio!!!
I bet you can figure out what was going through my mind at that very second:
Greetings from Florence and David's naked sculpture.
Yes, I know I have been MIA and I would love to promise that I will do better but that would be a lie. Let's see what happens in the upcoming months, shall we?
My coat is by a new designer called Esmie Vie. I snagged it in her showroom when I accidentally, on purpose, showed up there un-invited during Milan's September fashion week. It was a classic case of mistaken identity. She thought I was the buyer from Saks she was expecting and I just kept my mouth shut till she buzzed me into her office. It all worked out in the end; for me at least, I got a lovely coat out of it:)
XOXO
I do hope I am able to get back here soon. I have loads of stories from Milan that are just waiting to be shared. Wish me luck.
Greetings from Florence and David's naked sculpture.
Yes, I know I have been MIA and I would love to promise that I will do better but that would be a lie. Let's see what happens in the upcoming months, shall we?
My coat is by a new designer called Esmie Vie. I snagged it in her showroom when I accidentally, on purpose, showed up there un-invited during Milan's September fashion week. It was a classic case of mistaken identity. She thought I was the buyer from Saks she was expecting and I just kept my mouth shut till she buzzed me into her office. It all worked out in the end; for me at least, I got a lovely coat out of it:)
XOXO
I do hope I am able to get back here soon. I have loads of stories from Milan that are just waiting to be shared. Wish me luck.
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