Finally it's over. It's 10:40am and I am in my warm home with my puffy robe and planning to go back to bed when I finish this post.
I've neved done this, but this time I just had to. I'm in love with Lanvin since I was 15, so I couldn't miss it. I got up at 5:30am this morning planning to get to the shop at 6am. The doors open at 8. Having in mind I live 10 mins from the H&M store where they're selling the collection, I gained some more time in sleeping.
It was still dark when I went out and even the stars were shining
I arrived at 6:00 and there were around 50 people before me. I must say that the organization was amazing, as the had already separated the queue clearly, there were these guys giving away warm cappuccinos, brownies, magdalenas and magazines fot he first ones that arrived. No fights, no pushing.
They gave us paper bracelets with different colours depending on where you were standing at the queue.
I made got to know other two girls next to me who also came alone and this way time went pretty faster.
As from 8am people were entering in groups by 20, and each group had 15mins to shop. I was the 4th group in a row, which was pretty good considering the queue after me.
The only bad thing about this was the cold out there, but the thought of my Lanvin goods were warming me up. I was just thinking of the people living in colder countries...oh my...I don't think I would've done it even if it was Marc Jacobs, Prada or Chanel.
I’ve been going through some Bulgarian music last night and the word/phrase I’ve heard most in the songs was “as before”, translated in english.
That made me think and turn back the tape through all music genres and found it in so many songs out there, either old or new, which made me think even more.
Actually, I got to a point that we always long for what was before. It’s always the best. The music, the times we had, the fashion, the food, the family times…we live in a constant nostalgia without realizing how much that affects our lives.
My mind is just working incredibly fast and I hear the voices of all my friends in my head saying this sentence at least once, some twice and even more “before, it was different, it was the best years, it was the time of our lives”.
It’s quite depressing actually looking at it this way. I, myself am the one always saying that “before” was the best on this and that. But kinda not very cool living this way when you start to think about it, is it?
What’s the formula to delete this pattern of our heads that thinks or actually remembers or considers the past moments better? And start thinking about the future, and believe in it. How is it possible to be convinced that what's happened before is better, when you don't know what's coming in the future?!
Or is it really true? Was it better? Do we get “less” from everything now? Is quality worse or we’re just used to what we once had best and can’t open our minds to get to like the new?
I don’t know...
Aaaand to celebrate tonight's philosophical mood I dedicate this great song from the past...perfect...or imperfect...
By the way I just noticed the guy is singing without a microphone and I'm sure in those years there wasn't a mini micro lol. Same with the guitar guy and everyone else...seems it wasn't that perfect, no?
Well October has been incredible busy and adventurous month. So "pinta" November, too.
Starting with a very nice trip to London, visiting my friend Cvet and also meeting old friends I hadn't seen in some time
