Say goodbye to Daul Kim.

I loved reading the blog of this model because she was different from all the other bloggers & fashionistas out there. You could feel the honesty, even if sometimes painful, in everything she wrote.

I will never understand why she chose to end her life at the young age of 20, why she did not see any hope in her life or career. If only someone had reached out to her just in time, we would not have lost one of the brightest sparks in fashion.

Somehow, her death affected me more than the high-profile one of Michael Jackson... maybe because i've been reading her for nearly 2 yrs now & i felt that i knew her, albeit in a superficial voyeuristic way. Sometimes we take comfort in knowing that someone out there feels lonely & sad as well, even when surrounded by so many people.

Goodbye, we will miss you.

Saturday morning at the Maldives... I fell asleep in a thunderstorm & woke up in paradise.

It's hard to believe i was in Paris just a week ago shivering in the cold, then in the blink of an eye i'm burning under the scorching sun of the Indian ocean.

Bliss.

Neighbours.  

Beach essentials.

Beautiful.... and some of my colleagues actually spend the entire day in the hotel room!

Tanning is serious business here.

Island life..

Lunch at the Sundowners' bar...

Back to the beach...

Then an afternoon siesta...

Lazy lazy.... You know, i could get used to life like that!

A quiet Parisian weekend..

Boot camp... I have a dedicated professeur.

Happiness is escaping to the sunny kitchen for a cup of tea & my little purse makes me smile!

Taking a walk along the winding streets, enjoying the cold & buying flowers.

My little dresser & a reluctant candle.

Only regret... we didnt get to see Vincent olinet's oeuvre cos it was too late. Can you believe he is only 1 year older than me? Talented fella. His other works can be seen here http://www.laurentgodin.com/artists_detail.php?id_artiste=14

Have a toasty weekend xxx

I never thought i'd fall in love with Balmain's shoulders this season but u know, never say never. Especially if it has been adapted by Zara to fit every woman on the street.

So into my luggage it goes... because french chic is what I need for Paris this weekend! Bisous

St Germain-en-laye.. a suburb of Paris i stayed in.

Birthplace of Louis XIV & Henry II, it is rather bourgeois, but I actually prefer old apartments with floorboards that creak & lots of wood.

The castle..

I spy with my little eye.

Petit dejeuner... simple et bon.

the little streets of St Germain-en laye

Can never say no to cheese.

The saturday flea market

Town square where we bumped into a friend with whom we had dinner, thats how small the city is!

Was invited to a lovely baptism of Celeste..

it was an evening of excesses..

I had to stop myself halfway thru the foie gras... so smooth & creamy but you gotta think of those arteries!

pistachio macaroon with cream & raspberry... went to heaven & back.

Handmade chocolates... knocked on heaven's door once more!

Dinner was soooooo good we literally floated back to St Germain-en-laye & vowed to skip breakfast & lunch the next day.