my random musings, now in words.
As I was looking forward to celebrate the romantic rain yesterday after my completion of the Contract assignment (due today) with sips of hot camomile tea and a few cream biscuits, I found this on the net, and my brain suddenly can’t respond properly.
The nice people of L’Officiel Paris had decided to make a tribute to the late Alexander McQueen, and hence, the above. I suppose those who love McQueen’s outstanding works will not be stupid enough not to own this baby. And as for yours truly, who is currently stuck financially, she will probably launch a mission to find this magazine somewhere next week, once her allowance is in. And obviously, she won’t stop searching for it till her hands had finally molested all the pages of the magazine and till her nose had run through sniffing the fresh whole thing, from the front page to the last advertorial. But till the day comes, she will remain being a grandma, yapping the same whole thing throughout the week.