A Sunday afternoon in the darkness. The electricity being cut off by a snowstorm. The only glow that brightens the shady room comes from the crackling fireplace and my laptop which is screaming in need to be charged, so I’m not sure if this post, I’m writing will survive at all. I hope it does, as I promised a girl, from the distant America, to tell about my Glamor.
It’s coffee. A sparkling clutch. A pair of high heel shoes. An episode of Gossip Girl or the most nostalgic one of the Sex & The City. A white shirt and skinny jeans to walk Jackie O’s path. Huge glasses to hide the gaze and the hangover. Audrey Hepburn. Ladurée macaroons and dark chocolate. Fresh flowers at home and lights of candles. A pair of flats in the most frenetic days and a beret. A glass of cold white wine. Loose hair. Scarfs. A good book and a great song. A dinner, up to midnight. Painted nails. A black turtleneck sweater. A bicycle ride, wearing Converse and panama. Coco Chanel, her pearls, her grit and her bags. A dress by Oscar De La Renta. Sketches by Igor + André. Getting a massage on a boring winter day. A touch of magic even in the little things. Charm of imperfection. And a wonderful smile: that’s the meaning of Glamor for me.
All the rest is just boredom .. or ephemeral trends.
Is there something/anything you can relate or add to my simply glamorous list of things you find in your ordinary day?
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