Balmain, himself, after his Fashion Week fashion show.
I mean, I was kidding about the crack in the coffee, but by the looks of this picture, it might not be a joke....Regarldless, nice boots!
I get goosebumps when I look at his collections. Lazily flipping through Vogue in my black, gold studded bandeu top and how-low-can-you-go bikini bottom, spotting a piece on that glossy page that is capable of making me stop, stare, and drop my jaw in awe, it is, of course, by Balmain.
How does he do it? Is it just in his blood? Is it the cereal he eats every morning? Does he put crack in his coffee? I want ... no, I need to know. I, too want to pump out garments that can easily be mistaken for art, making women all over the world's eyeballs pop out of their head jut a little bit when they see a piece from my collection, making hearts flutter when they try on a dress in the dressing room of Barneys. Not that I'm competitive at all, I think it's people like Balmain that give people a super extra jolt of ambition, not to be better than that person, but to prove to yourself that you can be the best that you want yourself to be.
Inspiration is everywhere. It can be a person, a book, a piece of art hanging on a gallery wall, a garden, a garment, literally anything. Look for it, and run with it. I promise that you'll surprise yourself.
Last night, I had a little party/get together/shindig at my place. It was nice and low key, but at the same time, not at all. We had never laughed so hard in our lives. My face hurt and was actually stuck in a smiling position by the end of the night. I also found my laugh muscles, and they still hurt. I had a house full of my best buds and my little love. I've never been happier. Really.
Today I did absolutely nothing. I woke up, made my friends coffee and cinnamon buns for breakfast, then laid by the pool in the sun for 5 1/2 hours, reading Vogue and drifting in and out of naps. The most amazing day, hands down. I live for days like these. It forces me to reevaluate my life, where things are going, where I plan to be. I think it's that extra bit of alone time while doing something you absolutely love doing that makes you make sense of things. Everyone needs days like those. You know, to keep our sanity in check.
Oh, and just to squeeze a little more goodness into today's blog, my show obsession has not eased up one bit. I am still stalking out the cutest, craziest, and most fabulous shoes. Here's a little peak at what I'm currently obsessing over, each of which needs no explanation what-so-ever.
Pure genuis - leather apron pump by Omelle. Amazing.
L.A.M.B.'s super chic net bootee.
I'd sell my eggs for these flats by Omelle.
The satin bow is just so charming!
Lazer cut amazingness with a gold metal tap heel by Berny Demore.
The chunky platform sandal that will go with everything, wild thing. By Nanette Lepore.
Toodles, my little babies!!!
