If I was rich...

Speaking of shoes, I wore my new Zadig et Voltaire boots for the first time today, as they had to get new soles on, before I could use them, and I didn't want to do that in Paris. I think Zadig et Voltaire is the only boutique I've ever been in, where I could buy absolutely everthing (If I was a millionaire of course), and now that the fabulous Erin Wasson is the inspiration for the 2011 season, I wish I was a billionaire! Just look at some of the pictures from the collaboration.

Pictures from Zadig et Voltaire

The art of shoes

Pictures from Cocamia

How beautiful are these shoes?

For all the boyfriends reading/watching: Calm down! They are only origami, but for your information - A girl can never have to many pairs of shoes! (Or is it just my monsieur boyfriend who thinks that?)

Please think you are better than everybody else!

In Denmark we have this thing called "Janteloven", which is a code of conduct written in a book by the danish author Aksel Sandemose in 1933. It essentially says: "Don't think that you are special and do not think you are better that everybody else", and in my opinion more danes live by this conduct than than the ten commandments in the Bible (That's why the devorce rates are so high!). When I lived in Paris I tried to explain this very danish concept to my french friends, but they didn't go for it at all, and I probably should have expected this, as the french are not famous for their humbleness. I mean, where in the world do find people that:

1: Refuse to speak other languages than their own, and ignore your: Je ne comprend pas", taken from the huge parleur in your hand (Hello, why don't you understand that I just want new soles on these shoes that I'm showing you (!!!), and not to buy a license plate (more !!!!!!), for a car that I don't have. Why do they sell those at shoerepair-shops by the way?).

2: Go on strike at least 6 days a week, making the metroes so overcrowded that you accidentially crab a guy's very private parts instead of your bag (Yes, it happens).

Picture from Skyscraper City

3: Think that the only possible center of the universe, is France

Dispite this arrogance I still admire them for dressing up on a boring tuesday, refuse to give up their heels even if they have a broken leg, drink redwine at lunch and wear bright red lips just because they feel like it. They can really get away with everything. I study biochemisty at the University of Copenhagen, and in that crowd the coolest outfit is a T-shirt with a picture of you girlfriend/boyfriend - Yes, some people wear that! So when I show up with my Bayswater, Blahniks and black diamonds you are (wrongfully) diagnosed as a snob. However, the correct diagnosis is "stylish" and the treatment is high heels, red lips and lots of champagne - Vive la France.

Une vrai parisienne - Mademoiselle Poésy. Picture from The Daily Thread

Keep on running

This weekend I took a run for the first time in about 6 months, and it didn't look like this at all:

Hillary Swank doing her stuff

In Paris, if you don't live next to a park, it almost imposible to find a place to run, as the pedestrians don't give you the space in the street (And yes, it is more fun spending the time living la vie parisienne with cocktails, petits fours and shopping. You know, when in Paris;-) ) So now, my wonderful life in Paris, is biting my everyday life in Copenhagen's ass! That's why I have set my personal goal for the fall - I'm going to run the Eremitage, which is the oldest exercise race in the world (according to their webpage), and is 13,3 km long. Then, if it hasn't killed me, I will move on to the marathon! I mean, when all the celebreties are doing it, how hard can it be?

Diddy, Katie, Oprah, Mr. Ferrell and Lance

Daydreaming

I spend the entire day yesterday cleaning, and (day-)dreaming me far far away to a place where everything is simple, and concerns and worries are illegal. I blame it all on this song...

Have a great sunday;-)

Good things come in small packages

Copenhagen Fashion Week is upon me, so yesterday I went to the Danish Museum of Art and Design, where there was a talk about fashion magazines through time. It was the director of the library Lars Dybdahl who gave the very interesting talk, and I could tell he really had a great knowlegde not only about the journals, but fashion in general. Fantastic! Afterwards I went through all sort of fashion magazines, which were laying on every table in the beautiful old library.

There were magazines such as Vogue, Elle and Marie Claire, but also magazines that you've never heard about and from all over the world (So weird reading a japaneese magazine, when everything is backwards!). I also had the amazing chance to look at original drawings by the danish designer Erik Mortensen, who designed for Balmain many years ago.

When I got home I could hear my french Vogues, from my stay in Paris, calling, so I took a trip down memory lane...

My american friend

Finally I'm back in Denmark! Had a hard couple of days, saying goodbye to Paris and hello to Copenhagen, but now I am starting to get organized. This however takes time, which is why I haven't posted anything lately (Sorry).
I have sublet my apartment to an american girl who is here for her studies, and she has really turned out to be quite a friend. I mean, she gave me the perfect excuse for not studying this weekend, as I had the great plessure of having to clean up the apartment (Can you feel the sarcastic undertone?). It was so dirty, that it took all(!!!) weekend to get it back to a state, where it wasn't a health hazard to live here. She had really gone all in on trashing the place, leaving dirty towels for me to wash and furniture to reorganize. She even left me an open bottle of tequila for my surprise cleaning up party. So nice of her!
Cleaning is however so much more fun, when done in a fantastic pair of shoes, like my newest addition to the shoe collection;-) Did I mention they were 70% off?

My Manolo Blahnik-cleaning shoes

PS: Decided to stick with the Zadig boots, which made my total of shoes bought in Paris 10. What can I say? I'm a shoe-girl.