Thursday, January 31, 2013

mmmm... inspiration

Polyvore - I'm hooked!

mmmm... inspiration

Yet another "if-I-had-the-money-I-would-buy"-situation: The YSL clutch. If you follow the fashion world just the slightest, you should know, that YSL is no longer called Yves Saint Laurent but Saint Laurent Paris. I'm afraid they're going to discontinue these clutches with the YSL logo on it.... Yikes!
Oh well........ One of the everyday struggles.

Pssssssssssssssst: Lace pants from By Malene Birger // Cashmere sweater from N. Peal Cashmere // Loafer from Christian Louboutin // Clutch from Saint Laurent Paris (grrrrrr....)

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

if I had the money, I would buy...

When living in Paris as a 19-year-old student, one must face that it can hardly be the most glamorous life one can have, unless one was scooped to work as something amazing with an amazing pay. That did NOT happen to one, so one is dreaming oneself away to lovely clothes, cute accessories, and lots and lots of beauty.

If you must know, I did not at all refer to myself just before. Not at all.

So now I'm dreaming on Polyvore. The most amazing site for poor fashion-lovers. If you don't know it.... GO THERE. I spend hours creating collages and templates. It's super easy and super entertaining. At least to me.

Mais alors... Let me show you what I'm dreaming about at the moment.

Dreamy Outfit

Fabulous, yes?
If you happen to be loaded at the moment, and loving these items... Well, then here's the info:

Purple-ish bow dress... by Nina Ricci
Blue bag... by (you guessed it) Chanel
Black Mary Janes... by Manolo Blahnik (if you watch Sex & The City, you should really know this one... Yes, this is when Carrie steps into the Vogue Accessories Closet and refers to these babies as "an urban shoe myth" -- know your SATC, ladies!!!)
Burgundy/purple nail polish... by Chanel
Highlighter... by Chanel

Honestly, I've been dreaming of this dress ever since I saw it in Danish ELLE last spring. It's amazing. I swear, if I had the money, I would buy it. Immediately. And I also swear, that I would wear it all the time. Unfortunately, it's from last season, so it's starting to disappear from the online web-shops. Can't stand it -- breaks my heart!

Goodnight, mes amis.
Much love and gros bisous

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Monday, January 28, 2013

psssssst..... instagram


You've heard it before: I'm on Instagram.
When I tell you to follow me, I do it for several reasons. I want to share my everyday with you - through photos. I use Instagram every single day (yes, I'm one of those), so if you want a little Parisian mood on your Instagram-feed, find me by the name: 
Very simple.

For now, that's all. I'm planning to show you what I bought in Marrakech. Would you like to see that?

Last but not least, let me reveal, that I'm working on a new name for the blog. I love the current name (it means Run Little Rabbit), but most of my followers are from the U.S., Denmark and other countries like Russia, the U.K. and so on. I'm probably still sticking to a French name, but perhaps something a little more simple, yes? What are your thoughts?

NOW... That's all, folks. I'll be back with photo's of my Moroccan purchases!

Much love and gros bisous

Pssssssst: Find the past two Instagram-photos on the right side bar!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

marrakech: day five & six

Ciiiiaaaaaooooooo, tout le monde!

How are you? Where are you?
I'm back in Paris - very much against my will, as I honestly preferred to stay in Marrakech. But I couldn't. I was, I felt, FORCED to leave by A. And the fact that we didn't have more money.
So we left - after six amazing days in Marrakech.
The day before our departure, we switched hotels - from our amazing Riad to the, apparently, famous hotel 'La Mamounia'.
It was the most unbelievable thing I have ever tried. Or seen.

Instead of taaaalking on and on about what it looked like, let me just show you pictures and leave you with these few notes:

- Big luxury hotel
- Indoor & outdoor pool
- Amazing breakfast

Monday, January 21, 2013

marrakech: day four

(This post is uploaded one day too late - sorry!!)

Ciao, dear readers
I'm writing on our fourth day here in Marrakech - and it feels like our last, although I'm fairly sure, that the most exiting part is yet to come. 
I'm about to ask you an odd question: Have you ever watched Sex & The City The Movie 2? Where they are in Abu Dhabi?
Well… Folks… If that's the case, then let me give you a little inside knowledge: It wasn't actually filmed in Abu Dhabi. It was filmed here, in Marrakech. Do you remember the palace of a hotel they lived in? Well…. That's called 'La Mamounia' - and that's where I'm going in one hour. To stay. Just for one (and our last) night here in Marrakech. Supposedly, it's one of the world's best hotels. I really think that this might be the biggest hotel-experience I've ever had.

Enough about Mamounia. I'll make sure to snap you some photos. Until then, visit their website.

But what I'm actually supposed to write about is what we did yesterday. 
As I wrote, we went to get massages. Les Bains de Marrakech (the place where we got our hammam-baths) were fully booked, so we went to a place called 'St Tropez' that a friend had recommended. It was much, much cheaper - but also, much, much less luxurious. The massage was nice, but I'm the kind of person who would rather pay a little more to get a more luxurious experience.

We also went to the souk (the market) to but lots of spices -- it was incredible. We really have some nice smelling stuff in our baggage now! I also bought a little ghetto-bling-bling (yes, I'm a sucker for that) to wear with my knit sweaters at winter or a white t-shirt in the summer. 

Either way - I can't complain.
We went home to our hotel afterwards, had dinner, relaxed in our indoor 'garden' with wine and conversation. Such a relaxing day.

Much love and gros bisous

Saturday, January 19, 2013

marrakech: day three

Goodmorning, everyone 
- and welcome to my third entry about our fairytale in Marrakech!

When I blogged yesterday, I told you that we were going to Yves Saint Laurent's home. And we did. In fact, A didn't give me much time to dress properly (long pants, long sleeves, scarf around my hair) before he had caught us a taxi.
We drove for about ten minutes maximum (you have to understand, Marrakech is really not a very big city) and arrived at Rue Yves Saint Laurent.
A friend of ours have told us, that the museum connected to the garden was dull, so we decided to pay for the garden entry - that includes the garden café. More about that later.

So. Saying that I've been to Yves Saint Laurent's home may be slightly misleading... Mostly because it's not true. For some reason I expected that parts of where he used to live (he's dead now, obviously) had been turned into a museum... Or something. That wasn't really the case, so let me run you through what to expect when you some day come to Marrakech and want to see this garden.

Yes, it's a garden - called Jardin Majorelle (The Majorelle Garden). The garden was founded by Jacques Majorelle (painter) in 1947 where it was opened to the public. Majorelle died in 1962 after a car accident, and years after, the garden was given to the 'Fondation Pierre Bergé - Yves Saint Laurent' to make sure that the garden would continue to be maintained. This is where Yves comes into the picture.

Before he passed away in 2008, he spent much time in Marrakech with his partner, Pierre Bergé. They lived right next to the garden (Jardin Majorelle), which they have turned into an atmosphere of their own. Despite Yves' passing away, Bergé still spends time in their house in Marrakech.

The colors were amazing. Blue, yellow, orange, red, green, more blue. The garden is't very big but it's so charming. We sat in the garden café afterwards and had lunch.

After our visit in Jardin Majorelle, we went back to our Riad (hotel) and stayed on the rooftop terasse, lying in the sun and reading (currently reading 'A Moveable Feast' by Hemmingway... Love it!).

At night we went to a traditional Morrocain restaurent (will include it in my upcoming guide to Marrakech) which was really nice. We went back to the hotel around 11 and watched some TV and fell asleep. 

Yes, we are super duper relaxed here in Marrakech. It's great!

Today we're going to get massages, go to the souk and make our final purchases (I'm getting some ghetto-bling-bling) and we might also go to The New City...... There's a Zara..... It MUST be cheaper... Right??

Much love and gros bisous

Friday, January 18, 2013

marrakech: day two

Rise and shine - at least in Marakech!

When I wrote yesterday, we had planned to go to Yves' home and the big mosque here in the city. Just as I had uploaded my blog-post, we changed our plans and went to a specialized Hammam-spa. Yes, that's what they do here. Let me run you through it, as it was heavenly.

We stepped into an oasis of silence and peace. They asked us to change into our bathing suit and then they walked us to the hammam-'bath'. A room which compares to a sauna -- very hot, very steaming. They let us lie down in there for about ten minutes, when they returned with treatment number one: Savon Noir (I believe she called it)... Translates to 'Black Soap'. It's a Morrocan specialty and evidently it polishes the skin. Its texture is like soft, soft caramel. When they had soaked our bodies in it, they closed the door and let us steam for about another ten minutes.
Back they came with a black glove in their hands. They scrubbed our bodies 'til the point where I wondered, if we had any skin left. I thought I was the scrubbing-master.... Turns out: Not.
Once again, they left the room and let us steam for about 5 minutes. They came back with a clay-mask and covered out bodies and faces in it. 5 minute steam. Rinsed our skin, let us wash our hair and moisturized us in Morocco's famous argan oil.

We were left with totally and utterly soft baby-skin. I don't think my skin has ever been this soft. The entire treatment took about 45 minutes. Both before and after we were served with tea and snack in their lounge chairs.

You can get the treatment alone or with your partner. I thought it would be odd to have another person rub my belly, but it wasn't. To them, that's their everyday. It was amazing.

VERY zen, we left the Hammam (Le Bain de Marrakech -- The Bath of Marrakech) and went back into the souk, where we spent the day. We had tuna sandwiches and walked around in the noise and dirt. It sounds unpleasant, but it's fascinating.

By 5 o'clock, we went to our hotel, relaxed, showered and went to an amazing restaurant in La Nouvelle Ville (The New City) Marrakech is known for its "Old City" and its "New City". The difference is big. We live in the old part of town - in the Medina, to be exact. A place considered holy in Islam. This part of the city is, as its name, old. It's dirty and it's noisy. The New City is like a modern European capital. High street chains like H&M, Zara, Mango and several more lie in the streets along with hip night clubs and cute cafés. You wouldn't believe the difference. Big boulevards, palm trees and clean streets. No homeless dogs, no donkeys. 

But yes - that's where we went to dinner: Comptoir, was its name. It was un-be-lievable!!! An old brasserie of a palace turned into an amazing and extravagant restaurant/night club after midnight. At 10:30 they dimmed the lights, and down the humongous stairs came several belly-dancers dressed in amazing clothes and jewelry. They rocked the place for around 15 minutes with amazing rhythms and breath-taking moves. I actually filmed it, but it was so dark that my poor iPhone couldn't snap half as much as my eyes. 

We stayed 'til around 1. Had drinks, watched the dancers (they came back!) and talked to locals. What a night.

Much love and gros bisous

Psssst: First picture below is from Le Bain de Marrakech.
The next two are from the square in the souk.
Third is my man drinking OJ for 4 Dirham (1,3 kroner!!!)
Fourth is.... Me :)

Pssssssssssssssssssst: When I return to Paris, I'm gonna make a list of where to go, where not to go, what to eat and what not to eat -- all the places I go will be included, so don't worry: I'll write down everything so you have a guide to the city!

Thursday, January 17, 2013

marrakech: day one

Ohhhhh Dear, is this a different blog-post than what you are used to... Hang in there.

I arrived with A in Marrakech yesterday early afternoon. The second we stepped out of the plane, I could feel the difference between the culture (Paris) I came from and the culture I arrived in (Marrakech). The weather. The colors. The people. The attitude. The stares. The comments. The urge. The stress. The confuse. The constant impressions. Just after a few minutes, I felt a brain-overload. There was so much to see. So many to attend to. So many times where I would have wished, that my eyes could capture the pain in people's faces as a photo. No, really. Let me start from the beginning.

We did arrive in Marrakech. I'm still fascinated by the fact that a 3-hour plane trip can cause a total culture-chok. I feel like we're in a different world. Literally. 
Every written guide about Marrakech there is to be found, will tell you that they overprice everything, and that you have to bargain with every suggested price you get... So when our taxi-driver suggested 150 Dirham (50 kroner) for the trip from the airport to our hotel, we somehow landed on 70 (23 kroner). Quite good start.

Most of the photos you'll see below were some I snapped from inside the taxi. I was so fascinated by the rush, that I hoped to capture some of it on paper... Or in this case; screen.

I don't know if there's any way for me to express just how much of a rush there is: People shout, people laugh, cars honk and horses, donkeys, cats, and dogs wander the street as if they were human beings. And it's just like that.

So, to be honest, it was fairly confusing to arrive in this city.

We arrived from the dirty streets to our hotel. From outside it looked like nothing. It really did. When our taxi driver said we had arrived, I thought he was joking. We knocked on the door, when a woman opened it, and immediately gave you a feeling of comfort, silence and calmness. We walked inside, and I swear to God............. This must be what Paradise is like. And outside must be what Hell feels like. Look at the picture.

We unpacked and went to the rooftop terrace for tea (yes, that's what you have here). 
After tea, we went outside. Despite the fact that it's twenty-something degrees, I wear long pants, a t-shirt and a big scarf rapped around my torso. You see - people are muslims here, and it's frowned upon to have naked skin. Yet again: So, so different than what you're used to.

So - we went outside. In the hassle. Put out shoes on and walked to the souk - the market. Basically, it is one big square with stalls and cafés surrounding it. I wish I had photos from the place, but I wasn't too happy to take up my camera with thousands of people just a few inches away from me. Small streets, donkeys and people shouting like crazy... Oh, you wouldn't believe it.

We spent the day in the souk and the evening in the "new" part of town. I'll tell you about that later. For now, I'm going to a mosque and to the Yves Saint Laurent museum (hehehe)... He lived here much of his life, and it's something that I can't NOT see.

I'll write tonight about day two. Should be exciting.

Much love and gros bisous