Showing posts with label Jalouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jalouse. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

In The Mood For...The X-Rated






Passing out your lighter
Sneakin' through the doorway
Fakin' like you just stayed home
That's how it really goes
You know it does
- The Virgins

There's no real point to this post aside from the fact that I have had it up to here with pretending I have the slightest intention/aptitude to read things pertaining to the world of law.

And I'd like some bad-factor right now. Yes that's right. Bad factor. The type that's all leather. Short shorts. Bare legs. Lots of leg. Illicit trysts in hotel rooms and bathrooms. Voyeuristic videos. Salacious photography. And countless counts of substance abuse. Mussed up hair. Kohl eyeliner like Twiggy on crack. Countless black bras. Preferably sheer. Private affairs. Ripped stockings. Artistes and groupies. Being a groupie. Menage a trois. Destroying property.

Not knowing what hit you the next morning.

Short black.

End of story.

xo

Bec

Images - Guy Bourdin; Erin Kleinberg AW 09/10; Jalouse

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

A Pointless Education






A healthy body makes a healthy mind.
The more you read, the more you know.
And every girl needs a vintage Fendi belt stolen from her grandmother.
Because...all that glitters is gold.

So I don't really have empirical proof of the veracity of the first two well loved truisms but I do believe 100% in the truth of the my last made-up saying of wisdom. And if you don't have a grandmother who has vintage shiny belts - Steal someone else's grandmother.

But I did enjoy food-lusting over Daniel's overpriced Bircher muesli at my home away from home, Seven Seeds, which was far too pretty to eat. But if you have to eat, eat beautifully no? At least I'm pretty sure that's what they do in Paris anyway.

And educational reading? Issues of Jalouse are totally all I need for my education in life. When I used to go manual in class - it was all about sneak reading a magazine under the nose of the lecturer...all the time.
Law textbooks? Quoi? Why read when you can stare at quasi-porny, amazingly inspirational photo shoots all day?

You totally concur.

Love

xo

Bec