Russian Incompetence, Emancipation of BB
Words cannot express my anger right now.
I FedExed a couple of boxes worth of clothes, shoes and accesories from Moscow to Stockholm because all of my shit can't fit in my luggage. My Dior East/West Flight Bag is there as well as my Marc Jacobs oversized cardigan.
I sent the package on December 1, 2005 and up until this day, I still haven't received the boxes.
I've sent far too many packages via FedEx and this is the first time I had a problem with customs.
Not just any customs, Russian customs in particular.
Apparently, Golden Apple Hotel's reception staff filled out the Russian Customs form INCORRECTLY and Russian Customs need the form to be filled out again - in Russian.
How the hell am I supposed to fill it out when I'm in fucking Stockholm? I should've gotten the package in no more than 1-2 days.
Oooooh my blood is boiling. I told the fuckers to not even bother sending the package to Stockholm cause I'm leaving in 2 days. I told them to just ship it back to the hotel because I'm coming to Moscow again on my way back home.
I've got a US$1,795 Dior bag in that box and I wanted to use it in Paris when I go to the Dior store. I guess my Dior lovin' lovin days are finally over.
Emancipation of BB
You know, for some strange reason, I've changed my personal style drastically on this trip.
Gone are my love for all things bright, colourful and logo-ed (except for the Dior hat and the Vuitton bag).
Most of the stuff I bought (and wear) are from Marni, Chloe, Balenciaga, Yves Saint Laurent. I now appreciate (and love) Lanvin.
Gone is my love for Dior and Fendi. My love for Dolce & Gabbana is nonexistent. I even managed to go to an Etro store WITHOUT buying anything.
What is happening to me????
I don't accessorize as much, either.
For instance, all I'm wearing at the moment is a Balenciaga assymetrical top, Cheap Monday jeans, a blue Hermes bracelet and Balenciaga bag.
I'll probably throw in my black corduroy hat, a Zara plain black wool coat and a plain black cashmere scarf from Malo when I go out.... no logos of any kind.
You know what even bugs me?
In a way, I feel so fucking good about it.
Good riddance on those logos.