Excuse me for not blogging for a while, I was in Paris. There was limited, and I mean seriously limited internet access, so updating le blog was not much of an option. Still, I was meant to upload this dainty little ensemble pre-PFW. Trust me when I say, I've never owned a piece of Chanel clothing (bags oui, clothes non), until now. Granted, it is second hand from Vestiaire Collective, but after a trip to my local dry cleaners, it's 'allegedly' new and still possess that 'je ne sais quoi' factor that comes along with Chanel-wear. I often envy those whose maternal seniors bought trinkets of luxury goods during their days abroad, then ritually passed down from generation to generation, a nepotistic inheritance if you may. My grandparents lived through a time of political and paradigm shift. I was told there was hard times, and there was luxury, which may had come in a form of motor-vehicles (big deal back then), jewelry, and general lifestyle. But in my case, I'd imagine I'd inherit perhaps property, fine accessories, and more humbly words of wisdom and a cautionary tale or two along with a wordy history lesson on Chinese suffering that really kills an appetite sometime. Oh, how I digress. *Coughs* Right, back to the issue, in this OOTD, I am sporting a second-hand dry-cleaned Chanel gilet worn as a top, and some daringly-flaringly Moroccan printed trows, just so I can twirl and channel some repressed childhood desire to become a graceful ballerina (a boy can only dream). But for now, bit-by-bit, I'm working my way up to one day owning a tweed suit from le maison de Chanel, cheers to one day to all who dream like moi. #CLINK!
top & clutch CHANEL (SOURCE) | trousers CÉLINE | ankle boots ZARA WOMENS (HERE) | sunglasses ILLESTEVA (HERE)