When I was little, I wasn't tall, and at that time there was only one god for me. It wasn't Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Patrick Balkany or Karim Achoui.
Last September, I woke up in the middle of the night, flooded, as if the giant aquarium in my bedroom, home to a family of piranhas, had broken and spilled onto my bed. However, I soon realized that I was in the middle of a wet dream.
When we opened our shop on rue Beaurepaire nearly seven years ago, we didn't have a penny to our name, and in fact it was I who finished the renovations./p>
And so it's off again for the famous and indisputable best festival in the world, which despite a very tough competition, remains the most brilliant and coveted of them all. Each time the opening approaches, every director and every producer rushes to finish their film in the hope of being selected as an official, alongside other films, or at least on a beach on the Croisette.
When I was young, very young, very small, barely old enough to walk, I was fascinated by a crazy TV show.
It's back-to-school, damn it. Damn, because when you have to get ready to put your hands, feet, neck and whole body into a new year, you have to be prepared or, on the contrary, completely relaxed to stand up and face an opponent that may seem out of proportion.
Like every season, the whole of Paris waits impatiently for Patricia Blanchet's new collections. And instead of putting themselves under insurmountable pressure, the Team takes the opportunity each time to surprise everyone by bringing out models that are each more stunning than the last. But it's the names that Team Blanchet give them that always arouse curiosity. Let's meet the finest team since the Dream Team.
Here's what happened to me, and it's really because it's just us that I'm confiding in you for the first time on this subject.
Exactly 80 years ago, seventeen-year-old Marcel Ravidat, an apprentice mechanic, discovered the entrance to the Lascaux cave thanks to his dog chasing a rabbit.
With autumn just around the corner, I wanted to bring you some of the finest and most refined footwear available.
I'm told I was granted a trial. But it must have been a speedy one, because when it took place, I was still in a deep coma caused by the police officer's rifle butt, which melted over me like margarine in the Sahara sun.
When I emerged safely from house-sitting at the Parker and the heat wave had subsided, my first instinct was to slam back a drink.