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PATRICIA WISHES YOU A WEEKEND IN THE SHAPE OF A CLOUD THAT WOULD HAVE THE FORM OF A HAPPY CANTICLE - 18/02/22
According to what I've just read in Vogue US, it seems that the fashion this winter in ski resorts is no longer for MoonBoots and other ski-boots, but for ultra-luxury, ultra-thin flip-flops that allow you to freeze your feet, possibly lose toes, all under the pretext of reconnecting with your self, your ego, and I don't know what.
So, just like me, you know full well that these advertising slabs transmit more fat to your brain than any butter slab.
Fortunately, I'm here to reconnect you directly with reality, with the accessibility of happiness, with my models made with passion, delectation, sensualization, aberration, transition, ambition and torrefaction. I'm digressing, of course, but as you'll have gathered, we're not in the temple of namby-pamby or superfluity advocated by the magazines sponsored by the brands they advise you to buy.
Having said that, let's move on to what we're interested in: elegance. And when it comes to elegance, you and I have a lot in common. Between our new glitters, our new models, our iridescent suedes and our vivifying colors, we can easily put stars in your eyes, in your heart, etc....
Otherwise, and this will have escaped no one but the anti-calendarists, today is February 18th. And on February 18th 1975, Coluche gave his first show at the Olympia. I'm not much for comedians, because comedians don't make me laugh, apart from Laurel and Hardy, The Marx Brothers, or Valérie Pécresse.
But I'm telling you about Coluche because, when I was a kid, it was the first record I bought with my hard-earned pennies from smiling, being nice to my parents and making my bed. At the time, I'd rather invest in humor, a bit of a protest, than in early Depeche Mode (another fashion magazine), Frankies Goes to Hollywood, or Joy Division.
For this insanely depressive music, I preferred to wait until I was a teenager and smoke Bidîs. On that note, not that I'm bored, but I have a blind date with an Irish sailor. Kisses on your manta rays.
I don't remember how I found this guy, but I love his 80's Chinese pop, even if he is Hispanic, or even Spanish :
