I have a shopping problem.
Beween picking up samples at The Sofitel and the haberdashery section of Lincraft
I managed to buy a pair of Marc Jacobs.
4-1/2 inch, black peep-toe number with satin bows.
Very pretty. And judging from the amount of walking I did today (from NGV to Myer Bourke St), very wearable.
I will not justify the purchase here,
But I really needed a new pair of black shoes.
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Went to the Guy Bourdin exhibition hosted by Vogue. Glorious day to be outside, with champagne and tweed capris. Nobody smokes at these events anymore. It's as if smoking has been given the big "Has Been" and is to be forever banished from the fashion circle. I don't know how to cope really, since nobody really eats at these events either. And quite frankly, I'm going to grow tired of talking about Scarlett Johansson as Calvin's new face, how great I thought Lost in Translation was, no I haven't seen Girl with the Pearl Earring, etc. It was still a pleasant event - short, small, thoughtful.
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I realise I've been drifting away from my usual writing. I also realise I'm beginning to sound like a typical industry blondie. Stop if it's excruciating.
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I need to now go have my shower and prepare tomorrow's outfit.
Nite.
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