In 1972, Peter Bodganovich directed a hilarious comedy, " doctor happens to me?", In which a Barbra Streisand in a state of grace and permanent excess put upside down the life of Ryan O'Neal something dull and boring.
Well I passed something similar and had to be Paris (it is funny how one word, five letters, two syllables are enough to know that we are trying to MODA) who has put my life upside down, metaphorically speaking .
I've spent half my life putting blogosphere birth to geriatric mess, warning from this blog (which is like preaching in the desert) that what this was doing with Chanel Mortadelo no name (or was very ugly) and now presents a collection going and leaves me speechless. I'm the worst, I know.
Although this man has not seen the output of a mine shaft in his life (me neither) and may in part be a result of chronic wonderful lady Torriente, Chanel ojiplático let me taste. Forget about the miners, dirty boots, smoke and door-pit, the collection seems sublime. No stairs five feet, no giant lion, not pieces of iceberg ... Whatever. There is no remedy.
deserve to open the heavens and the pointing finger and Miuccia Death Wish I banish forever the darkest depths of hell fashion to toil for eternity in the underworld circles as it did at that time that I allowed myself to doubt of its collections.
But that's not all. Not content Lagerfeld So I got caught in his claws and when I was about to overcome it and learn to live with it comes the other mess, the skirt and SpongeBob tattoos and returns to do the same, as if all the invisible forces of fate that governs us would have agreed to get me a karmic host, something like the ghosts of Christmas past roll fashion.
At first, I noticed the familiar tingle, that "something" that you announced that you'll like it even if you resist. Seeking solace in a familiar and warm, I told myself (who else?) It was all a product of the vicious appearance of Moss smoking a dog's face is something that I always can. Took another look and the symptoms are becoming increasingly worrisome. It's not just Kate Moss or Naomi, or Amber are the boots, the perfect jackets, cuffed models in gold and diamonds, bags destined to be the next obscure object of desire. Is tied to a tree Deneuve in Belle de Jour with her bare back promising disturbing guilty pleasures that will never come back to to be the same. As Ryan O'Neal and Barbra Streisand bike thrown at a gallop down the steep hills of San Francisco. It is the feeling you're going downhill on a bicycle without brakes and over, led by a raving lunatic. It is pure vertigo.
After subsidized absurd excesses of the Cibeles Madrid Fashion Drink (I know people who go to see parades and half-back liver cirrhosis), boredom praised by the press in New York and made always predictable in Italy in Milan, Paris and everything gets breaks down. We'll always have Paris said another illustrious cirrhosis.
Paris these days is torn between scandal and the dance of chairs. Among the layoffs porculeros television and who-is-who in the line of succession to the King. The multinationals, of any kind, no heart is something that goes its own definition. That their decisions are almost always unfair because they are taken with the pocket (the only body that works for them), too. That what they have done with the only live GENIUS needle and probably the only name that will go down in history alongside the greats, is a huge bitch, too. Now comes the dance of chairs. Come the names and speculation. Come distorted information provided by the alleged scandal. Comes The Sun and Telecinco. Come Hollywood stars of yesterday and today adored him tear their garments.
not matter. I am sure that within no long time (that great judge who put everyone in place), come back and leave us open-mouthed as a collection inspired by the desert of Arizona where a rehabilitation clinic inhabited by Bulgarian gypsy riding a circus of acrobats and riders. Or something. And the world will come again to spin. And those who hope to breathe easy again.
meantime, I think I that should fetch a good rehab clinic where I heal this rash caused by the two major kitschy history of fashion. For now, I can not help it. I like the player at the moment is shared first hand of cards and feels the whole world starts.
Please, is there a doctor in the house?
