Not your celebrated material girl. Not a regular shoe lover – more of a regular bare feet lover. Not a cloths lover – more of a naked lover. Not a shopaholic by any measure (except when the subject is “entering the devil´s nest” (aka bookshop). What happened, then? I was walking towards the studio (innocently, I swear) where I taught my New York seminars (5th Avenue working its magic on me, babe!) when I met, face to face, what would soon be my favourite shop in the whole world (Dolce & Gabbana and Roberto Cavalli apart – I can´t afford these guys, what the hell am I even talking about?!): FREE PEOPLE.
Simple, down to earth cloths that, for some reason, talked to me (wait: did I just say “cloths that talked to me”?! – I´m gone bananas, totally gone…) and caught my heart by the weakest string. I was instantly hooked. Girlie mode is ON (at least until the fever goes away).