A little festive puzzle for you. What do you get when you cross this Franco-Italian ex-supermodel turned rather successful singer with two low-key, laid-back dinner soirée style albums to her name, 39:
...with this, vertically-challenged former lawyer turned conservative Président of France, of Hungarian extraction, 52?
A relationship. Plus this pre-Christmas scene of romantic bliss at Disneyland Paris on Saturday (yes, that's right, how chic):
CB: Mama mia it's cold, but you're so manly and powerful. And you're the Prés.
NS: Freezing yes, look adoringly at me, right... now.
CB: Excellent angle, makes you look at least as tall as me, if not taller. No one will ever know you only come up to my shoulder. How manly and powerful you look with your collar turned up against the cold, in a rakishly Euro-stylish way.
NS: Yes. Must find out where Tom Cruise bought his insoles when he was married to Nicole Kidman... We're both immigrants you know darling - I said immigrants not racaille - which is excellent as it shows how I really like people of other ethnic origins, wildly different to my own.
CB: Quite. You're so manly and powerful, so French and Hungarian in much the same way that I'm both French and Italian at the same time. Crazy huh?
Gosh, or rather oh làaaaa, as the story was all over the French press this morning, after the couple 'came out' and posed happily for snappers at said theme park on Saturday, on a trip with Bruni's young son and... mother. A close supporter of the President, Le Figaro newspaper ran a front-page photo of Bruni this morning with the headline 'The President's girlfriend' (chapeau for subtlety) and has already launched into a rather frenentic and, dare we say it tabloid-looking campaign of gushing headlines asking 'Would Carla Bruni make a good First Lady?' and articles revealing her social awareness and support of Sarko's presidential rival and Socialist candidate Ségolène Royale. Interesting how glam she can make a rather dwarfish, sometimes slightly fascist politician look.
Odds on for Gordon Brown and Kate Moss?
Monday, 17 December 2007
Tuesday, 11 December 2007
Ridiculously busy in the run-up to Christmas, what with buying presents, wrapping presents, sending presents, send fab Pepperina Press Christmas cards and keeping up with the Sex and the City film gossip.
After a long day at the end of last week, before going home to do more stocking of pink milk vintage, I fell out of the office onto the Champs-Elysées for a last dash to Sephora and got caught up in all the lovely Christmas bustle.
Ten days until we leave to go back for Christmas. And counting…
Thursday, 6 December 2007
Sunday, 2 December 2007
pink milk has launched pink milk vintage, as an attempt to free up some wardrobe space and a great excuse to spend more time trawling the flea markets of Paris and Athens for one-of-a-kind finds. We're both rather over-excited about this prospect and will be joining forces in Paris at the end of January on a special shopping spree for our new shop.
We're filling the shop up at the moment, but just in time for the festive season we've already got a couple of gorgeous party clutches, plus this sparkly 70s sequinned handbag, in near-perfect condition:
This is a favourite old lady brooch, which makes a lovely rattle on your winter coat. Great condition, black jet-look beads on brass chain:
*Pop* join us in a virtual toast...
Saturday, 1 December 2007
The Folies Bergère was the perfect venue to see Cabaret on Wednesday evening, a fabulous romp through the Kit Kat Klub from an intimate table at the edge of the stage. Visually stunning, emotionally stimulating Sam Mendes' production drew us into a two-and-a-half-hour twilight zone of music and dancing and flesh.
For the first time, the musical was performed completely in French and the adaptation was excellent. Willkommen, Mein Herr, Deux Ladies all oozed the Kit Kat Klub's cheeky decadence, which was gradually eroded in the build-up to the finale which cut like a knife through the café-cabaret atmosphere. The cast are all multi-talented wunderkind who sang, danced and played the sax, clarinet or trombone all at once with time for a wink and a slap to the audience. Fabian Richard, previously best-known for his straight roles, sparkled from his blue glitter eyeshadow to his army boots as cheeky Emcee and Claire Perot lit up the stage as Sally Bowles, but the bendy, bawdy, dancing girls were my favourites.
It's on until January 28th, so go and see it if you're in Paris.