The place to be those days in Paris is the French Open Roland Garros. I’m not in. I don’t like tennis that much to suffer at back row while my TV allows me to sit comfortably at front row.

The fashion event this year was Venus Williams’ lace dress (wait for it) ,

An as usual scathing Karl Lagerfeld replies to Interview Vanity of May 2010 issue of French Elle.
Below some pearls. Bitting and funny as only Karl knows how to do it.

is a once-the-sun-is-shinning sport. A sunny weekend get lots of Parisian outside glazing their leather at the café terraces. The truth is you can understand that behavior only when you live in Paris and you crave for some sun all year long.

Most cafés have not got the place to set up a terrace. They feel free to use the sidewalk (yes) to do so, 2′ away from traffic and amid strollers.

In that mood, I found out at Montparnasse what looked the most amazing place to sit down and enjoy.

He absolutely was.

In just one month it’ll be one whole year that Michael Jackson  and his genius have passed away. I listen to his music repeatedly. I even get his video clip on my iPod. Once more he showed me that he was ahead of even fashion. No kidding. I wouldn’t say that he had fashion sense, but he certainly got style vision. He said himself that he wasn’t much interested in fashion, but on stage.

The model who’s doing it of course: Victoria’s Secret angel Marisa Miller.

Do you think that Harley Davidson bikers are gonna recognize themselves in the person of new Srping 2010 campaign babe? I can’t say. I’m not one. Do you think they’re gonna hit new customers? Sure!

I have been invited a few weeks ago to (pay) a luncheon at Caviar Prunier house at Place de la Madeleine, Paris. You bet I booked at the second I received the invitation. It’s been a while that I wanted to attend one of these evenings.

For $50 for sampling all of their products: salmon different fashion, sturgeon  and … caviar. Let me say it was the icing of he cake. Actually, I never tasted such a delicious caviar. I guess that each time I tasted caviar before that experience, it was like I was sucking the sturgeon’s teats. You see what I mean? A strong taste and smell from inside my mouth of iodine or tide.