Showing posts with label milan fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label milan fashion. Show all posts
Friday, August 30, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
May the feast begin...With Philipp Plein
My dear starving children, how I have neglected you from your eyes, your soul, the culture of beyond. It saddens me to think that I haven't done my job properly. Oh I don't look to it as a job, just a mere venting to my adoring public of my inner most, deepest, darkest, loveliest, sunshine and happiness, thoughts, really? Deep within my vaults of fabulousity I humbly give you a feast of fashion delight. Now, before you gorge on this meal keep in mind that these are from April of this year, 2013 in Milan. I bestow upon you light, love and rock n' roll!
Philipp Plein window display - crazy cool.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Ombrè Delight
Photo correspondance from my pal in Milan. My pal, he says to me 'Signorina Soapie you gotta de zee dis. Is amazinga, you know?'. Si, I says to my pal, I says 'Giuseppe, you are-a so righ, is a beaudiful shoes, eyesa gotta share wid da world, you know?'
So Mr. Magli Sir, you have struck a fine and dandy chord with a few of us. It's a luxurious sea of ombrè delight. Exotic skins can be worn only those brave enough to be just enough, exotic. My heart skips and jumps and sings a little diddly piddly song of 'gleeeeee'. 'Hooray' Signorina Soapie shouts I found a shoe for my future husband/s to wear and when they finally come out of the closet at least I know they'll be high queens of style. Tears of joy.
So Mr. Magli Sir, you have struck a fine and dandy chord with a few of us. It's a luxurious sea of ombrè delight. Exotic skins can be worn only those brave enough to be just enough, exotic. My heart skips and jumps and sings a little diddly piddly song of 'gleeeeee'. 'Hooray' Signorina Soapie shouts I found a shoe for my future husband/s to wear and when they finally come out of the closet at least I know they'll be high queens of style. Tears of joy.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Car Shoe
I like these fancy tassle loafers, maybe its the snake skin or maybe it's because it has a grandious buccanneer fru fru appeal to it. All I can hear when I look at these is Peter Ustinov's voice laughing in a 'aha, aha' kind of way. The question is Sacrificers would you be caught dead wearin' em'?
Chicken liver pip squeak, mate!
Sunday, May 6, 2012
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