Frozed weekend in Paris, I took out much warm clothing.
Huge crush on this two-tone sweater Manon Baptiste. It is beautiful and takes very warm thanks
This is the first time that I show you a Pauline and Julie piece on this blog.
These are two French designers who have set up shop in a charming shop in the 11th arrondissement in Paris.
Well, there is, I promised you a surprise, welcome to my new home, home!
Team Zwicky worked hard for several weeks to offer you a new visual, a version that still looks like me.
Before turning a new page on this blog, yes I have a surprise for Monday #teasing … It’s time top 10 2014.
I love these little balance sheets because they allow me to have a look at the past year and my work here on this blog.
I was a teenager and I was brought back from Paris ripped jeans just as necessary. Well placed, a Chevignon jeans that I loved!
First pass the laundry, it is then passed into the hands of our housekeeper. And the tragedy.
Would you like a little sweetness?
We start the week on lighter heart, peaceful and filled with all this solidarity, this positive energy that we have been able to give yesterday throughout France but also in the world.
Resume his life where we left, catch his job. But not quite the same, a little changed.
How to get on with his work, with the lightness that request, following the tragic events that hit the press and freedom of expression. Their lives torn, broken …
This freedom I cherished here too on this blog.
And now the resumption time has come and taken up good habits with a new outfit.
I played with the lengths and styles for this outfit.
In the beginning of the week, I took advantage of my big brother’s coming to Paris to visit a few museums and to enjoy myself a bit before the big holiday rush.
I’ve been to the “INSIDE” exhibit at the Palais de Tokyo and I strongly recommend it if you’d like to be transported in a completely surrealistic universe. Log yourself off the real world thanks to several artists that include us in their work. Some pieces are disconcerting or disturbing, even unsettling. But I got out of there like I was somewhere else inside my head, maybe not even alone.