…but contrary to Beyonce’s situation we did make it to the club. The Crazy Horse in Paris to be more precise. Part burlesque strip joint, part acrobatic dance show, this spectacle surely makes for a titillating evening, no wonder Miss. B “borrowed” their routines for her Partition video and tour. After countless visits of the city of lights and staying right across the street at the George V, it was time I finally visit my topless neighbours at the “Cheval Fou”. I was a super grumpy gal getting ready for our evening, and refused to pose for our usual pictures. My loving husband did the best he could with what I wasn’t giving him, so here is a first on Conscience Coupable, me being super unprofessional and actually candid. One Woman Glam Team, Angry Woman Glam Team
and then we celebrated until we watched the sunrise…
Our First Dance: Beauty – The Shivers
Photos: Joy Marie
Hello lovely CC readers! I realize it has been a little while, but I was waiting for a special day to share this incredibly personal post with all of you. Here are pictures taken during the first half of the most wonderful day i’ve experienced thus far in life. Happy one month wedding anniversary to my husband, time truly flies with you around.
My Walk down the isle: Hear You Me-Jimmy Eat World
Photos: Joy Marie
TGIF y’all! I don’t know if you have noticed, but I very rarely wear make up, mostly due to laziness, but I found it works for me! With the wedding coming up I went to visit the incredible Leslie-Ann Thomson, my make up artist of almost 10 years (yes i’m that old, and probably started wearing make up prematurely as a oversexualized tween) so I could try on my bridal face. As a young lad(y) my face was nicely caked up as we were living in the Paris Hilton, Jessica Simpson era, but the Kardashians have not perverted my grooming habits the way those early 2000 blondes did, so I mostly go bare faced now. This above is one of the rare occasions you will see Claude made up in the wild. Seriously –its not a super common thing- again not because I have a Victoria Secret fresh face and look that good waking up, but because I am in fact incredibly fucking lazy. So here it is folks, full hair and make up…you like? It’s crazy how some face paint, visible bra, and midriff can take you from being a mostly demure young woman back to your 13 years old slutty phase. Have a lovely weekend! “Why don’t you go back to your home on whore island!”
Chanel necklace, hobo gloves, Boy Bag, and combat boots, Zara toggle military blazer, Agent Provocateur bra, Bracelets from Hermes, David Yurman (similar), and Cartier (similar), One Teaspoon destroyed tank (similar), and Diesel Jogg jeans.