Carine.

I think I've made it clear how much I love Vogue. It's the only magazine I've subscribed to. I love the smell of it, and how it makes me feel. 
To love French Vogue is to love Carine Roitfeld's vision and ideas, at least it was until she stepped down some months ago. 
Carine took Vogue to a whole new level, it wasn't just about the fashion, it was art. 
And that's why I love and respect her so much, for her imagination.
But today, I saw her. 
I imagined her to be a snobby editor surrounded by flocks of body guards to hide from the flashes and the masses, but she wasn't. Au contraire, she was nice and chatty, stopping for the photographers and answering the questions, she was really really nice, which made me love her a lot more.
Carine was dressed head to toe in Alaïa. Even more reason to love her!

Dello Russo.

She is fun, she is playful, she is the Anna herself.

During the previous fashion week, I never got the chance to see her, I always miss her by minutes, but non, not this time. 

Anna Dello Russo really knows how to stand out, how to shine.

Photos were taken this afternoon before the Dior show at Museé Rodin, where the weather was hot, and the fashion was even hotter.

Sigh.

God, I miss this.
Sinai, Summer 2011.

Biking away.

Hyde Park, London, Summer 2011.

Spontanity.

Victoria&Albert Musuem, London, Summer 2011.

CooLondon

There is this sense of coolness about London that I very much miss in Paris.

More London love for you!

 

These photos were taken at the beautiful Regent's Park, one of my favourite places in London. You know me, I am a sucker for parks!

London-Town.

As I mentioned earlier, I spent almost two weeks in London early August, but the lazy person that I am, I never uploaded any of the million photos I took. 
I know, I suck.
But it's all good now, I decided to be a nice person again and share with you a bit of how I saw London.
I thought it was a beautiful city. Neither sad, nor happy. But beautiful nonetheless.

It was sunny ten days out of twelve, which is practically a miracle so I really enjoyed the parks, the shopping and the walking.
I really had a good time, been to some brilliant exhibitions, had a lovely shopping experience, not so great food experience though (except for those AMAZING burgers, thanks to Magali). 

This time of the year.

Oh yeah, it's Fashion month all over again. And it's almost here. Just in a couple of days it will be Paris Fashion Week, love.
You know what that means; iron your shirts, trim your hairs, and clean your lenses. Or at least that what it means for me.
This is going to mark my second Fashion week as an almost-Parisian, running in heels around the city, trying to get a little bit closer to the source. 
Cross your fingers and hold your breath, for it's going to be a ride, indeed.

Blur.

 Cairo, Summer 2011.