Do You Have Riri Days Like This?

October 08, 2015


Days you wish you could stay in bed and read. And drink black tea with honey. And watch movies. And music videos. And order pizza. In bed! But you can not. Ewrrr. Yet you’d do anything that’s close to it. I know I would.

Today, I will, however, wrap myself up in the most cosiest clothes ever, let my hair down in a messy (yet chic!) way, grab the coffee, be my best and do my best, no matter the weather. Like Rihanna did here when hopping off the plane, at Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris for the – oui! – #pfw.

Her allure screams (not the most suitable word here) cozy and cool. Even in black. In fact, it is the black, precisely, that enhances the no Moss no fuss. Sexy black. Don’t you find it sexy? I know I do. Sexy as hell. The cut of her baggy sweatpants, the hoodie… They stretch out the body and propel it to stratosphere. She flows. It all flows. The sleeves are dangling. The trousers are streaming on the ground. It might seem tough to let our pants do that, it might seem tough to let ourselves to that, we’re all careful not to, but it’s not impossible, it’s more possible than it is impossible, we’re just used to thinking that it’s not right for us to let ourselves do that. We’ve been taught that. Sometimes, however, it’s the little bit of impossible that makes it all possible. That puts everything in order. Impossible is I am possible, after all. Chilling. Feeling?

Don’t go and criticise now. Or ever. Or do. Whatever. But! This is the Vetements that, last week, in Paris, everyone was talking about and craving for! It’s inspirational for me and for all these new kids on the block. Riri knows her shit, so de we and so does Demna Gvasalia who was announced as the artistic director to replace Alexander Wang at Balenciaga.

Did you spot the olive green socks coming out of the furry slippers and the whole combo coming out of Rihanna and Rihanna coming out of the plane? Read all these in reverse to get a glimpse, once again, of the power our toes own. Your toes are, now, smiling right back at you. You did look at them and you did smile. You did not?! I know I did. Look. And smile. I know they did, too.

I’m writing this, however, from guess where, my bed! It’s the chicken and the egg. Come on, dream with me!


About everything that we adore.

Later edit, if you know what I mean. Seven years later edit. When Riri likes something, Riri likes something.