Viva Carine

I’m not usually a Fur supporter, I do think they look great, but it would feel weird wearing a carcass over your body, excluding calf skin leather or lamb skin hehe. In any case, I can’t afford them even if I want them anyway.

But this editorial for Paris Vogue August Issue 2008 featuring the fierce editor-in-chief Carine Roitfeld is really gorgeous! The concept is probably something you could think of, but the outfits are stunning, she looks stunning and the fur is stunning.

Photography by Mario Testino featuring Raquel Zimmermann and styling by Carine Roitfeld herself.

PETA isn’t gonna be happy about this.

I do love fierce editorials like these, but I prefer something with more eccentric concepts, like Juicy Couture ads, Yves Saint Laurent’s ads and so on. Nonetheless, this is marvelous, one day I’ll create faux fur that looks like genuine fur and feels better than genuine fur, if I do achieve that, I’m just 3% away from taking over the world.

I was quite a bitch today.

I had a long day in college and I barely got any sleep, right after college I rushed off to Pavilion with Wei Wei and met up with her friends Annie, Ju Wei & Junees. Did some shopping, rushed to Hermes to browse through some scarfs (they had nothing I liked sigh), and then rushed home, couldn’t meet up with alex cause I gotta feed Cotton and I had to hitch a ride from Eddie.

On the way back I kept thinking of that prawn noodle I had stashed away in my fridge. Heat it up, enjoy my meal, a nice shower, do my sewing and call it a night early.

A simple request right?

But to my dismay I had no keys to get in the house, my brother was out and won’t be back early, the neighbors beside my house was not in, I couldn’t climb through their balcony, and the guards were being douchebags and did not assist much in attaining my keys which were beautifully placed on the entrance desk. I really get the meaning “So Close Yet So Far” at times like this.

The worst part is I was freaking pissed and tired, and I couldn’t blame anyone cause it wasn’t anyone’s fault.

So I forced my bro and his friends down from Genting early.

Everytime.

Everytime when I plan something, this happens.

Next time I’m just gonna think of having a sucky meal, shitty bath and stress load of works. Maybe that way, the opposite would happen.