NEW Chic

I have always wondered why people fear the NEW. Why can't they just move on from an old situation to a new, risky, full of hope one? Metaphorically speaking, why strain your sense of fashion with an old dress, when Gucci just presented its new collection?

 From what I understood from life, NEW is just another form of present becoming past.

My chic pleasure today is the warm feeling of joy running through the heart I wear on my sleeve.

PS. Chic is having a laugh on your dreams and seeing they come true.

HourLove Chic

Time is my favourite thing. I always say...Hurry, it's late! even if I'm positive I'll be early again.
If time was a woman, it'd probably have the shape of an hourglass. Her boobs would be minutes, she'll count her freckles in seconds and her soul would count hours of happiness and sorrow.
This Time Woman would spend all her day deciding whether to take the first step towards her countless hours, or to remain caring for her boobs and freckles.
She would spend her hourglass time erasing each freckle, hiding her boobs inch by inch and wasting her soul hour by hour. She would love.

My chic pleasure today is my lack of freckles, my never-will-do boob-job and my endless counting-hours love.

PS. Chic is never stop believing.

Home is a Chic word

I sometimes think that every little thing that happens to each of us is well written before we even think about it. This is why I've always let faith decide for me. Call me coward, and you'd be right, because most of the times faith fucked my dreams really bad.
Since last night the Small Santa put some presents in my boots, I figured that it would be nice if I was Santa for someone else. But what do you do when the boots you thought ready for your gifts walked all over you after walking right beside you? Actually, that's the question...what do you do when these boots walk all over you? You let faith handle them or you give them a good old scrub?


My chic pleasure today is the gorgeous photos I had ready for this post. Faith decided for me not to get them.

PS. Chic is looking for your way home on a daily basis. Until you find it.