Miu Miu Pute Retox : MILAN Fashion Week MEN SS10

... AND FASHION WEEK Men S/S 10 was supposed to be empty and boring ???

You know I was down...very DOWN, DOWN, DOWN coz the crisis got me and without a job Miu Miu Pute is stressed, you know ...

Waking up thinking what clothes to wear to go the gym then, who to have lunch with, what event should I organise tonight to entertain my friends and again what should I wear tonight... Awful!

...Then where to go in weekend away, what Lady Gaga song I should I listen in the car, what cocktail will suit my outfit, what fashion house should I choose to send my beautiful CV... again.

Unbearable!

Do you understand now the stress I have been under???

When you are facing many options like that, you get very easily confused so thank god for Men's Fashion week I have been able to RE-FOCUS again!

1. Run to Fashion Shows

Frankie Morello ..recreated this time the atmosphere of a chic men's club... so chic that an amazing platinium blond & rocky woman dressed in Frankie Morello Woman interrupt the show ... irony, great scenography and elegant sporty styling make me love this brand.

Vivienne Westwood show was the usual injection of crazyness you would expect... mix of very different models smiling with their joker face.. incredible mood ... Vivienne came out at the end dancing, clapping in a red dress between happy models. Bravo !

Fujiwara and the dead people... my only memory is a very hot theater where models are yawning .. too hot and too boring to be there apparently!

"Summer Camp la la la" for Dsquared with very happy collection and my favorite piece : Le K Way ! Amazing summer songs like Alanis Morisett commented by the Twins' crazy voices ahahah! Loved it!

2. My private casting

Coup de Coeur of the season:

Tobias Sorensen ... loves himself a bit too much but we can understand why....

hey present for you here

Johan Johanson ..or my Giorgio Armani model (my fav ;) below, and me with Johan on the right... Hot.

Nick Rae ..or my Gucci model or the new Orange mecanic face

Marlon Texeira (the one on the right, face of Dior Homme at the moment) ... or the 17 y old brasilian, drinking champagne at 10 after Dsquared ..love it !

3. Parties trip

Thursday aperitivo ...Miu Miu Pute surrounded by 2 models and one DJ went home early ...one of then did not have a place to sleep..you understand!

Pink is Punk Friday ...with Jerry Bouthier on the decks ... Tobi dancing on the podium and brasilian models toplesss... Pink is Paradise that night!

Sunday Frankie Morello party lets see pictures I can not explain the mess

Monday ..Romeo Gigli presentation at Skitsch on to Bulgari Hotel where was L'Officiel party, oh there I met Super Top - Dolce& Gabbana / Versace models ... on to Tom Rebel catwalk in the street very New York style... then on to an Elite model party!

(both in Versace so chic)

"Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away" don't know why I am listening to that Beattles song now... maybe it is because I am going to Paris tomorrow to meet Marcellous L. Jones working for Fashion Insider... job job job !

Fashion Week in Paris à suivre ....

Love XX MIU MIU PUTE XX

Marlboro On: 'My housemate has an eating disorder... I'm just not sure what it is'

This is what my housemate announced to her boyfriend when they came home to me chomping my way through my very own 'candy-mountain'.

Yes the fat spinster party indulgence has been going on for the past few weeks... To be fair I have the eating habits of a 6 year at the best of times, so its not a case of over eating as much as it is a case of eating only what I like...

In response to a comment made on Princesse's post below with regards to 'not updating enough' I've decided to title this next section:

A Marlboro Update: The ramblings of a sugar- crazed 25 yr old.

here's what's going on in my world...

1. MUSIC MAN...

well it turns out he is not starting his stint full time in the office until the end of June so I guess you and I both will have to wait and see what happens.

He is still officially hot and I'm officially smitten so be ready for the forth coming posts titled 'why doesn't he love me?' filled with tales of stakerish adoration and intense self-loathing... sprinkled with the invariable inaction on my part.

2. LIKE ALL GREAT NOVELS...

...and the occasional bad one; just when you think the story can not be dragged out any further, the author surprises you by stretching out the already exhausted plot with a 2nd part.

It turns out the tale of the Hottie and the Chain-Smoking Vixen has a sequel, though the name of the novel is still being decided on.

I was thinking perhaps: Are we doing this again? Really really? or Vixens should know better but when it's this hot why stop? It'll probably end up being, I'm done with men and going gay, yes really really. Yes I know I always say this but, I'm serious this time. I'm just waiting for the rest of this installment to play out before I make my final decision.

Really though, I see him in the pub (in fact I see him everywhere, living is such close proximity, it cannot really be avoided) and he looks all cute in his beenie hat... then, we make small talk and in conversation he tells me how he and his brother spent the weekend with their grandparents and loved it...

Then I see him again outside my home going crazy-gaga over local's Labrador puppy....

Then he texts me the next day to say he doesn't mean to bother me, but can't stop thinking about me...

... and that's when my boobs (and other parts of my anatomy) go all sparkly, I lose my resolve and allow him back into my phonebook, back into my life and inevitably back into my bed.

What can I say? I'm just a sucker, but at least I have got him to pull BOOTY-TIME up to 11.30pm, so at least I won't be completely shattered for my 9am meetings...

Blah.

Moving on again...

3. IT SEEMS...

I have another shiny event to attend imminently - and about time too, because it's been a while - the account executive on my team has invited me to her wedding.

Yes I am her 'boss'...

...and yes she is THE SAME AGE AS ME (queue, biological clock alarm bells)

...and yes I should despise her, but she is adorable so I will suck it up and go.

The wedding is in a beautiful castle in the South of France and is being part funded and attended by her father the fashion designer (it is enough to make you sick right) Yves Castaldi, who has invited Gilles Marini...

yes the hot naked guy from sex and the city.

Yes he is also married.

Excuse me while I go kill myself.

At least I'll have an excuse for the lateness of my next post right?

humpft.

MM x

*Almost forgot to mention, Hottie's 'supermodel' brother has been all over the papers recently, because has starting shagging well known English celeb. Princess is particularly traumatised by this information. She was hoping to snag him so that we could become 'real life sisters'.

** Anon 15:00, I am not a machine, and LSL is alive and well, probably sunning herself in Monaco for all I actually know. Don't fret, you will always have me though, I'll let her kow you asked about her

*No that's not me in the header, in fact it's not any of us... but it tickles us that you still are guessing;-)

I'm back!!

And I missed you...

Just a quick post to let you know that I am selling my Christian Louboutin Ariella studded ankle boots on ebay. It kills me to part with them, but I've managed to track down a pair of studded Chloe boots a la Miss Wasson, and with an eye watering price tag, I had to get rid of something!

If anyone is interested you can find them here. They are a size 39 and are in perfect condition

* edit Boots have been sold!

As I returned from Tunisia earlier today and now feel like death, I'll have to give you all the goss and pictures later in the week lovers.





PP x

Marlboro On: Being in Love

I've decided I am.

So yes, I do fall in love about 6 times a week - depending on how many times Colin Farrell and Justin Bobby are featured in my weekly glossies -this is besides the point.

This time it's real.

I'm in love with the 'Music Man*' who has just started working in my office.

I think he is gorgeous and funny and nice and gorgeous... wait, I've said that already.

Anyway I am too scared to say anything to him the thought of actually asking him out for a drink myself makes me break out in a cold-giggly-sweat, which is why I'm destined to spend the rest of my life with my hands down my knickers...

Anyway, focusing on 'love' of the attainable kind - I do quite like this new lace range by Ann-Sofie Black at Topshop, wearing lace means I can be extra shiny, you know because it's see-through - oh yeah.

I am waiting for a highstreet shop to start selling a beige version of the black longsleeve body (which I already have) so I can look as hot as Tallulah Morton in this outfit. Anyway check out the range's price list here...

...I'm off to watch the season finale of Smallville (YES SMALLVILLE) and perhaps eat my 7th chocolate mini-roll - and the fat spinster party continues...blah to the world!

MM x


*Called Music Man because he handles very BIG music client at work, not because he is in a band - am soooo not a groupie.

Older, not wiser

I’m 25 now and for the first time in 5 years I did not cry on my birthday. Instead, I fashioned Pocahontas length hair extensions, false eyelashes, the tightest bodycon known to man and went on a 3 day bender.

That is all… as in, all I have to say about getting older-no pearls of wisdom.

Actually, I still don’t have the house, husband or baby I thought (yes, I really was that naive) I would have all those years ago. F**k happily ever-afters and playing Barbie’s dreamhouse.

Ok, that really is all.

Anyway on a lighter note, I picked these up at H&M:

Divided exclusives grey silk dress: £49.99 & Trend zipper skirt £19.99

I’m not sure if I’m totally in love with the grey dress, as it's a little 'come dancing' but blah. I also HAD to pick up that gladiator shoulder white dress below- love you MM, but seriously, does fashion not come before friendship? Hahaha!
This was one of my fave pressies from my sister, and although I am an avid fan of the high street (and the bag), you only get what you pay for I suppose… (see if you can spot the missing studs):

Zara suede chain-mail bag: £29.95

I’m off to Tunisia for a week on Saturday; a late birthday gig. I’m not sure if it’s party-time out there, but I’ve packed a few itsys just in case it’s business at the front and party at the back.

Loves, PP x

Marlboro On: The down low & the little white dress

...
The story between me and the hot neighbour is one that has been told many times since the dawn of time, because of that reason I will give you the edited version of my own rendition aptly named

the story of the hottie and the chain-smoking vixen

Once upon a time there lived, in North London a beautiful chain- smoking vixen and a hottie. They did not know it yet, but they would meet walking down Havistock Hill one spring evening, they would hit it off, so well in fact that they would decide that wine was for losers and therefore instead go straight back to his for coffee ...

the tale then takes a twist some where in the middle

After weeks of answering the hotties call's at 3am in the morning to come round for some (very average) 'coffee', the BC-S Vixen thought they were actually on the same page (even though the BC-S Vixen was a triple-mochcaccino-dynamite-way-more-'experienced' type of coffee. While the hottie was the weak cold left-out-on-the-side-coffee...in a VERY pretty mug) so she obliged the the hottie when he asked her out for drinks at a reasonable hour.

Little did she know the hottie actually spent his days taking a very different type of coffee - the kind of coffee one takes through the nose - so when she arrived at the pub the hottie had told her to come to meet him in, he was babbling on about..

Elephants. Kenya. Whiskey Mist and Camden takeaway.

In that order and all within the first five minutes of her sitting down

The vixen was confused but tried not to think too much of the crazy talk and more of the pretty mug, that constantly called her gorgeous. And that this mug came as part of a twin set.

and so the inevitable ending comes...

But the crazy just got worst until one night, the Hottie in his caffiene fulled delirium was rude and dismissive to the BC-S Vixen in front of her friends.

The Vixen thought about it for a second and realised, she was no longer 18 and naive but 25, attractive, skinny and successful. In fact TOO attractive, skinny and successful to chase after a 'hottie' who was more interested in his special coffee than her experienced 'triple mochcaccino dynamite' kind and thus, told said 'hottie' to c*nt off.

Literally

Just. C*nt. Off.

Dating in london town is seriously no fairytale. In fact fairytale dating is not even a fairy tale.
I bet if you googled Snowwhite, you'd see shae has now has gained about 40 stone and looks like a parachute in flight/ float ... whatever.

She is fat is the point I'm getting at. Fat and manless. And who can blame her? I mean I'm skinny and even I can't get no love.



Anyway...

After my week of low lowness, beer swilling and holding 'fat spinster parties*' with Princess I decided to get my arse in gear, get my hair cut, my highlights done and get my body back into bodycon.

H&M made my dream a reality.

Sexual.




White bodycon dress: H&M £29.99

Marlboro Martini's Hotness in this number: Priceless

*fat parties usualy consist of beer, cake, burgers and chicken nuggets - no particular soundtrack necessary - however the occasional 'blah to the world' warcry absolutely necessary

** if you want to know what the other half of the twinset looks like click here