Latterly small satchels have been gamboling the frantic fashion scene in ample allotments. In a way, I salute this return to more meager handbag sizes. Chanel was the first – their 50-year-old Flap Bag never goes unnoticed. My mini satchel is purple, and a gift from a dear Parisian friend. I enjoyed pairing this tiny tote with tweed shorts, and at the moment, so in vogue satin top. Shorts definitely have sweetened this summer season. Neutral sandals alike. The upcoming fall will be about coffee… hues and textures, knits and skirts, all get the rich caffeinated tang. Seventies shall be back. Isn’t it fun, be happily bouncing today, all at the same time contemplating future fashion fun?
As a bonus, have a look at my sweetheart. He is more of a caramel -hot cocoa guy… far from a coffee aficionado! Fashion wise more traditional than me, yet he has learned to sip up my frock folly cup … at times.
Camaieu top, Etam shorts, Mango satchel, Benetton scarf, Miss Coquine sandals
Photos from the City Hall of the 12th district of Paris
When I saw this window display, it made me think of something very much in vogue in Paris right now – champagne beatified with gold leaves sweetly floating in the bubbly beverage. Chanel goes trusted tweed, but with a contemporary bling-bling twist. They weave in shiny threads, accentuate shoes with metallic dust. Just have a look at that gorgeous patinated boot!
I admire how Chanel traces its own way, holding onto their trademark style, French elegance and classy tailoring. And how, at the same time, they daringly strive on keeping up with today’s zests – revisiting classics and experimenting with unexpected materials. Sweet cocktails… Isn’t that beige satin just mighty pina colada smooth?
Check out the studded killer heels… My supreme conquest from the sales!
Now onto something much more important. Thank you dear friends near and far, for your encouragement regarding my last post! I can’t find words to tell you how much I appreciate every single one of you. Really. And from the very bottom of my heart! Your words – comments and e-mails – are like honey, sweetly healing and nourishing the mind and soul. So here I am – back to stay. This adventure is too delicious to let go off. Your love too grand. I still don’t know how much of my eating difficulties I shall feel comfortable writing about here, in public. On one hand, I would like to be open and maybe even help others on the way, but then again just anyone can stumble upon this information.
For now, I will share with you that I have an action plan for getting better. In the meantime, I shall keep posting my fashion pictures. You shall see how this Susu truly looks like, in real life. Just as you have so far. With her ups and downs. Her creativity and flops. Her love for this blogging… and the sweet interaction with you, dear ones. And once again, I do not promote anorexia. My poses stem from my ballet dancer’s past. I like experimenting with different bodily shapes and positions. This is not done in order to draw attention to my thin lines. On the contrary, I have sometimes felt ashamed of looking so bony. Thus may it be known by all, I am for living a healthy life of energetic and stimulating daily adventures. With joy and kindness to others. Enjoying the wonders of fashion. On this, we can all improve, me the first.
Have sweet summer days, cupcakes – I’ll be over to your cherished blogs in no time at all!
Vero Moda top, Camaieu mini, Bata sandals
I had a very different post in mind. But this cannot wait. A certain blogger, whose name I do not care to mention here, has written a post about me and my looks. This has resulted in angry comments, that I have the right not to publish here, on my site.
Briefly, those of you who have followed my blog, or know me personally, must have noticed that I have lost quite a bit of weight recently. This has happened due to reasons I choose not to develop here, in a public space. This is my right. I am trying to battle the issue with the help of my loved ones, and any encouragement is welcome. On the contrary, any hurtful comment or angry burst only hurts yet more.
I am sorry that blogging has led me to this sad place where I am today – actually asking if I should go on… I have been open about my doings and life situation. Always trying to leave friendly and uplifting comments on others’ blogs. I do not wish to promote anorexia. I am just a person whose life is made of brighter and darker passages.
Today my eyes are filled with tears. Feel free to leave me a note of encouragement if ever your heart tells you so.
I savored a palatable picnic in the Versailles Castle Gardens with some dear folks. The occasion was prefect for zestful retro looks. I pulled out this lovely lace trimmed top, added in a pair of acid washed jeans shorts, toppled the deal off with a swank little ruffled leather belt. I felt zestful, yet comfy and ready to visit the castle… after my giant raspberry jelly-filled cookie, of course. Oh and Starbucks. I’ve found one of the coveted coffee shops in Versailles – these puppies are still quite hard to come across on this side of the Atlantic.
H&M top, Roxy shorts, Zara belt, Bata sandals
Photos from Pièce des Eaux Suisses, Versailles Castle premises
This is what summer does to me. I feel like getting flirtatious. Wearing this flowy, silken top is like scrumptious chestnut spread smeared onto my sun-kissed vanilla skin. I played around one of the key monuments here in my beloved Paris, the Triumphal Arch. Napoleon had the impressive landmark built in commemoration of his numerous conquests. Today the splendiferous spot has been surrounded by a buzzing, gigantic traffic circle. Once there, you truly sense the essence of a metropolises.
Shania top, Ici et Maintenant pants, Bata pumps
Photos from the Triumphal Arch
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