yumyumcherry

Gucci’s coveted ‘Indy’ Bag in black python with requisite trim and tassel closure (price — don’t ask, but better than the fur variety AND infinitely more wearable); Jimmy Choo burgundy patent/wine suede Doctor’s bag (the large one, bring extra gauze Make HOUSE CALLS); Philadelphia’s EVIAMA Life Spa — ‘green’ eco-friendly ask for Carla and go for that pro Rainforest Bikini Wax — 215.545.3344; Diane Kenal (Think Balenciaga shows, Penelope Cruz) fave Kryolan Supracolor Cream Make Up Palette (try Three Custom Color Specialists if you can’t find the former) for nude on nude coverage. Contour baby.

Denim (stock up for fall)–while we love our season’s past Saddlelite jeans (which hide the saddlebags…) We also groove to Libertine’s jeans for Target $34.99 (Look 22), ODYN ($204 Barneys — 212.826.8900-size UP) and MY YYC fave Chloe!!!!!! (see pic above)

And, for the Studly one in your life: Gucci (pour homme 2) nice to smell on the pillow beside you.

Lest we forget, STATEMENT RINGS– you know, not marriage, not goin’ steady, just bein’ YOU (excuse to buy bling) are back (when did they leave?). Think Rosalina, but buy Stephen Webster. His pigmented crystal gems rock.

Farewell to Tony B.

Share This

Louis Vuitton Runway Leather ‘Show Bag’:

Photo forwarded by LV Boutique at NM

Sort of a ‘Bride of Frankenstein’ (Wonder if he dreamt of this in rehab?) slapped up version of Hermes Birkin meets Pauric Sweeney.

Of course, the logo IS VUITTON all the Way. It’s sort of like having your name patch slapped on your bowling shirt so you remember who you, well, are. (’Oh Yeah, I’m Lou’). Go for the Spare, not the bag (save that $14K Plus for extra cheese on your 16′ Meat Lover’s Supreme).

Share This

Maybe if these guys spent less time in the vineyards and worrying about whether their sparkling wine moniker was secure and a little more time backing up a country that invaded the beaches of Normandy to save their butts, I’d take this all more seriously.

I mean, I love French products. I adore Pommery champagne and sadly, I haven’t found a California substitute (Now, there’s a Mission). I love Chanel Clothing (but, do let’s remember Herr Karl is not French–because you better believe HE remembers it), I love French lingerie (oooooh la la, Lise Charmel), I love French kissing….oops…wrong post, I love Hermes leather goods–a new pink 35 Birkin could stop me at ten paces. I have on occasion even LIKED a French man or two (but not at the same time).

Still, there is something disappointing about a Nation that claims to be so focused and behind the United Nations that when asked to send a deployment BY THE UN, the best they can spare are eight MEN. Where were the rest? Probably composing this advertisement in CapitalFile (a Washington based publication) espousing their solidarity and committment to ole bubbly:

(click to enlarge)

Impressive. I remember when part of CDG (Charles De Gaulle) Airport collapsed a few years back. It never did look that well assembled to me–kind of like what happens when I try to build LEGOS…..I often debate which gate is going to drop off first as I ascend the Jetson-esque gangplanks with my Pegasus (yes, Louis Vuitton–ALSO FRENCH) rolling luggage. Anyway, in a world of chaos and terrorist threats, when I first heard that M. Mitterand had raced to the scene, my initial thought was, ‘he must be going there to surrender.’ Okay, enough bashing. Time for my Cafe Au Lait and Croissant -a bientot.

Share This