Thursday, 10:25 pm. I just spent a week locked up working in my house. I’m totally washed out and I kinda look like a B.O.B., the blob from Monsters vs. Aliens, but I don’t care, I put on a touch of red lipstick and get myself up to go celebrate the 10 year anniversary of the TV show Habillées Pour… I’m going because I love that show, and because I want to give a kiss to Mademoiselle Agnès, Loïc Prigent, Mélinda Triana, and everyone else who have brought style to my living room for the past 10 years. (Okay, so it’s gotten a little more complicated seeing as I no longer have a TV, but hey, I live pretty well without it, actually.)
What’s funny is that in 10 years, I’ve gone from being a huge fan slobbering mouth open (Once you’re a blob, what do you expect?) with envy watching their shows and laughing at Loïc’s devastating humor, to pretty much being part of their shows. Yeah, so I’m exaggerating a little. But at the same time, it was definitely them who gave me the desire to take a closer look at what was going on in fashion. They made it look like so much fun.
I also learned just how much Mademoiselle Agnès, more than just being a crazy fashionista overflowing with humor (The trick where she dressed up like Anna Wintour to get into shows, oh man, gotta try that one), she’s a true business woman, producer of Lalala productions… And a really nice woman.
Oh man, I’m getting a little boring and I gotta get going. I’ll finish this post when I get back. If I am not drunk. Ok?
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Friday, 1:35 am. Hello! I’m back!
I’m officially way too tipsy to tell you anything more comprehensible than “Oh la la I love Lalala,” especially because I’m still totally turned around since Loïc told me he loves the movies I do with Chris and Scott. No, but seriously!? You see how much this means?! CHAMPAAAAGNE!!! Oh oh oh, Gaga, you really should get some sleep.
Okay, sleepy time.
PS1 = Yep, I totally want Agnès’ Balmain shoes. Just love them!!!
PS2 = I didn’t tell you? I’m playing tennis again. I’m going to be just like Agnès: Tennis in Balmain heels. I’m sure that at least then, I’ll be motivated.
PS3 = No really though, I’ve been wanting but hesitating to go to a hip hop dance class (I love it but I’m so terrible. It’s a catastrophe how much my body lacks coordination.)(But I love it when I burn up the dance floor.)(People look at me weird.) and belly-dancing as well (I don’t know why, but I really do know how to move these hips)(but I don’t like the music nearly as much as hip hop)(I have a secret love life with R&B)
OKAY! I’ll stop already and let you go. I’ve got some work to do. Oh crap, I mean I have to sleep before I do anything. Right now, I really have the tendency to forget.
Big hugs! Bonne journée!
Translation: Tim Sullivan
Check out the show, translated in english wiz a very wild french accent. Love! Bisou! Fromage! Sacrebleu!
