Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Then... Zang and Dilly came to visit Seattle. Since the last time I saw Zang, he became a bit more "known" in the media world - thanks to his appearance on Real Housewives of NYC.
As always, it was a fun visit. Later, I heard other non-suspecting users inside "the facility" was shocked to see a man wearing "skirt" and tights... standing in front of.... you know what...... (well, I don't since I don't use it...)
And, I ended up asking him to make me his kilt (=the skirt mentioned above) - just like the one he always wears (and bikes...) and just like the one he gave to Lance Armstrong after last year's fund-raising (yes, Zang again raised the most amount!)
That day was "double-feature" trunk show - next to flamboyant Zang was elegant Dilly (Elizabeth Blair) with her beautiful, beautiful collection of Pearls... If Robert Wang is the King of Tanitia Pearls - she is La Rein. My daughter had the best time with Dilly - asking about pearls, etc. My daughter was very engaged - engaged enough I could sneak out to get myself a strand of beautiful pistacio pearl necklace - withoug her demanding a set for her!
Day like this makes 3+ month of life in dungeon tolerable.
Posted by Hopeless Francophile dreaming La Dolce Vita at 9:17 PM
Monday, April 20, 2009
Every year, I go in hiding between end of January through April. This year was no exception. Pretty much, my life was... summarized..... work, work, Superbowl Sale, work, Copenhagen, Illums Bolighus, work, work, work, work, work.
All during January, I stalked My Partner-in-Crime... because I was after one specific jacket by Loro Piana... that I needed to get this on Superbowl sale day with deep deep discount. I needed this jacket because I was going to Copenhagen in the middle of freezing February - hence the Partner-in-Crime and I named this jacket, my "Copenhagen jacket". At the end of the day.... I love the jacket and enjoyed every freezing day in Copenhagen (so, so, off-season, I got to live like the locals.. eating Japanese food everyday). Although Copenhagen is not Paris - it has Illum Bolighus. I pretty much lived in the store - surrounded by practical, functional art objects.
While I was in Illum heaven, Loquacious was in tall-Danish-women-heaven. Everywhere you turn, you see slim, tall, beautiful Danish women - riding on her street bikes, in the freezing weather, skirts, tights, and tall boots. He loved this very small pharmacy he went in (well, technically this is in Malmo, Sweden) - has been around since 1571 - even before Pocahontas met John Smith in our New World.
My daughter loved Kronborg in Helsingor. It was love at first sight... with Holger Danske.
And we all loved.... Sushi in Copenhagen.
Posted by Hopeless Francophile dreaming La Dolce Vita at 7:37 PM