In a world where brands thirst for self-absorbed, distant and disillusioned models, few honor a simple, yet basic element: LIFE!
Open up a magazine, scroll through Instagram’s photos and there you go: images of unhappy skinny people wearing expensive frocks. No! No! No! One should be happy to wear designers’ clothes and be wrapped in expensive fabrics.
February is usually associated with cold weather, post-holiday blues and Valentine’s day.
Slim fit jeans have been around for quite some time now. They’re to pants what the petite robe noire is to dresses.
Mid-January. We can now officially say the festivities are over. We’ve eaten to the point of exhaustion, we’ve reached a type 2 diabetes, and a few pounds have taken up residence on our bottoms. Rather than falling into mental distress, let’s focus on the positive aspects of this period. And I’m not talking about the “new year, new me” irritating hashtags we see everywhere.
Bucket bags, studded accessories, pompons, skinny jeans, I’ve welcomed them all with open arms. My latest acquisition? A pair of Stan Smith. I know… I’m late on this one! I tried so hard to fight the “Phoebe Philo look”, tired of that minimalistically chic and cold allure everybody was (and still is) falling for, but I miserably failed.
Even though I grew up in Europe and I’m third culture kid, when my Parisian friend came visit me in Beirut last week, my Lebanese side took over. I felt entrusted with the sacred task of showing her the best of our everyday life. If partying is the obvious bit, the following habits are nonetheless typically Lebanese.
The esthetic life
We usually blame the fashion industry for taking itself too seriously. However, these last couple of years, fashion has turned its back on the dark side of the force to let the sunshine in.
My last Parisian trip coincided with Paris Fashion Week. As a new blogger, my hopes of getting invites to the shows were pretty low. But what’s great about Paris during this time of the year is that you get to “see” fashion even if you’re not “in” fashion.
September? Already? Summer may be ending, our tan fading, but there’s a new year ahead. Yes, a NEW YEAR. September 1st is, and will always be, my January 1st (high school trauma, I believe).
The larger the bag, the bigger the chance you’ll have a hard time finding your lipstick, keys, piece of gum, pocket mirror and that tiny little scrap of paper. You know which one I’m talking about right? It has a phone number but no name on it, and you still keep it even though you can’t remember who gave it to you.
Quit trying to squeeze yourself into clothes that are seven sizes too small. And stop listening to any salesperson the minute they tell you “don’t worry, it will stretch”. They know it, you know it, the whole world knows it. Pants don’t expend.