…And She Can Conquer the World…
“People walk differently in high heels. Your body sways to a different kind of tempo.”
“High heels are pleasure with pain.”
“I always wear high heels. I simply feel naked without them.”
Wow! Just returned from Swarowski’s Crystal World, just outside Innsbruck! When it comes to fashion I trend toward the understated but the cavern Swarowski has created is as close to fantasy land as I’ve been in some time. Take a look.
Here’s a look at Swarowski’s collection for the coming season, along with some eye candy and chill out music. No stick figures in Austria, folks!
That doesn’t describe my blog, at least not yet. But it IS the reason I just traveled through some of the most beautiful Alpine panoramas Austria has to offer without even looking out the train window. I was engrossed in the Financial Times weekend supplement called “How To Spend It” (Clever play on words). The website is every bit as sumptuous as the print version:
The caption for the above fashion statement is, “Bold Shoulder”. I think of the mag as a gift catalogue for wealthy London investment bankers who otherwise would have no idea what appropriately outrageous gifts to shower upon their gold digging partners (snark). Here’s an advertisement for the Mayfair Hotel that instantly got my romance blood boiling. Look at the suite… and now comes the caption: “A Clandestine Weekend For the Happily Married to Cheat on Their Kids”. I love the idea. And I don’t even HAVE kids!
Kitzbühel, Austria – This afternoon I heard more Russian spoken than German but it’s still an Alpine paradise. Not far away, in Munich, Oktoberfest is underway, here in the Alps, every village has its ‘Almabtrieb’ festivities, a sure sign of summer giving way to fall. Strange that the traditional Trachtmode has become high fashion once again…the Munich elite paying thousands of Euros for Dirndls that are worn once a year. My favorite store here in Kitz is Gössl…
And then of course there are the Manly Austrians…
What a beautiful part of the world. I’ll be in Provence next week. Tough life but hey… 😉
…on her first date with Sean…
They met briefly the evening before in New York City and never got around to exchanging phone numbers or even last names. But by the time Lydia arrived home a message was waiting on her answering machine…a virile and fearless European aristocrat named Sean Berwick, inviting a citified cowgirl to lunch. She thought no but said yes. And spent the intervening hours crafting a casual seduction. This is what she wore…