Sometimes life is really good. The sun rises on another beautiful day, happiness is omnipresent, you feel strong and powerful, balance is attained, and a perfectly pleasing routine falls into place. Things get done, you feel in control, and you start thinking that maybe you’ve finally realized how everybody else has been doing it all along.
Then suddenly something happens. Something you never saw coming. Something your not sure how to react to, let alone adequately handle. It shakes you. Makes you existentially confused. Makes you wonder if this balance you strived for, for so long, ever meant anything in the first place. You start to question the hierarchy of the important things in your life. Were you doing it right to begin with? Did you really need all this structure to feel like you had got your life together or was the freedom and impulsivity of your previous nature what you should be aiming for.
What kind of life do you want to lead? What kind of life is most fulfilled? One thing is certain…make it happy. Make it full of love and moments that live on forever. Make it so when you look back the joy overtakes the sorrow in every instance, that the highs are more meaningful then the lows, that the silver linings always take centre stage. Some of us don’t have the privilege of seeing a silver lining. Of not looking back in anger. Of seeing the sun rise on another beautiful day. So lets live it in their honour. As the lucky ones…
Marc Jacobs sunglasses, Fallon choker, Balmain blazer, WhoWhatWear X Target blouse, One Teaspoon shorts, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Christian Louboutin sandals.
San Francisco, California
A month ago my wonderful husband surprised me with my dream road trip for my birthday! The California coast, just him and I for two weeks, I was in heaven. This was our first day post arrival in San Fan, a city I have never visited, but couldn’t wait to discover. Being a big fan of the psychedelic movement, to be in the mecca where it all pretty much began was pretty fucking badass. Therefore I decided to dress like a badass…not really. Chanel’s Paris/Dallas collection had burned a hole in my wallet, so I figured why not do this theme right. So I present to you Calamity “Desperado” Rose, my cowgirl alter ego, or so says this Cowboy Name Generator.
Thank you Chanel, for making me a cowboy
Porsche Design aviators, Kate Moss for Topshop jacket, Chanel Paris/Dallas scarf and booties, One Teaspoon shirt, Givenchy necklace, bracelets and watch by David Yurman and Cartier, Nasty Gal and Betty Ray rings, Siwy denim shorts, and Balmain “Pierre” bag.
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.