You get out of the plane after an eight hour flight and your dear friends the paparazzi welcome you with a frenzy of flashing cameras. Thanks to Drei Wetter Taft your hair is right in place despite the wind. You smile briefly at John the pushy paparazzi who once tried taking a photo of you in your pijamas. You’re wearing your favourite shades from Agent Provocateur which make you look cool, but more importantly cover your dark circles - a souvenir from a busy weekend in New York. Michael Kors has equipped you with a pair of heels and a classy white shopper. That man knows how to design bags and shoe wear! Dresses? You’re not so sure. But of course you would never dare to tell proud Michael.
All you want to do is get out of your Zara trousers and Mango blouse. Oh wait a minute, it would probably have to be Zac Posen andMoschino.;-) Anyway, insteaad of your bed Jorge your personal trainer awaits you with an exhausting carb burning programme. He scolds you for having eaten that delicious burger you had craved so much. You’re too tired to care. Instead of listening to Jorge swearing at you in Spanish you’re thinking about the present your love Marc Jacobs has made you. You adore those earrings despite the fact that your lover made a cheesy comment along the lines of “because I love to unzip you” when he gave them to you.
Two hours later you wake up in your own bed thinking “thank God I’m not a star”. You can wear trainers all day and rewatch Sex and the City for the eleventh time while munching away on chocolate cookies. Gifts from Marc and Michael would have been nice though! ;-)
