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The New Year.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , , on January 3, 2010 by sheisnicotine

The year came to a close with the sky exploding in competition with a million corks. Bright lights that put a glowing city to shame, as the sky blushed a maroon red. We all kissed the night away amid the slish-slosh of sipping lips, and locked tongues with the dying of another day. A special day that dies but once a year as a phoenix rises from the ashes, 2010 phoenix’s in fact. And amid the exploding comes another kind, an explosion of reflections. Oh what a year its been, the world has gotten smaller, and yet so much larger at the same time. New friends and old alike in love and life have a laugh with me. Because its only going to get better. So peace to all and one alike, and lets have the best “New Year” of our lives. A beautiful girl wishing us peace? That Is Nicotine. Behati Prinsloo? She Is Nicotine. And a New Year to inspire and love and be inspired and be loved, That Most Certainly Is Nicotine


Magical Margiela.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , on March 28, 2009 by sheisnicotine


I went to a bunch of shows in Paris, but  my favorite had to be Maison Margiela.  To start, I absolutely love everything this man and his team does and season after season I am blown away by the simplicity as well magic of his designs. So when I went to his show, I had high high hopes. And they didn’t disapoint. After polishing off a few glasses of red wine, served in white plastic cups, from one of those lovely lab-coated  assistants, I found my seat and the spectacle began. There was no lights in the entire room, as soft ambient music began to play. The runway was multi-tiered and weaved throughout the room, and as the models walked, the were illuminated only by spotlights that were on these giant cranes that dipped and swooped around the room. As the show was finishing, a discoball was turned projecting stars onto the ceiling and it began to rain bubbles. It was like waking for a dream as we all left, and everyone seemed so happy and childlike walking out.

As if I needed another reason to love Margiela. Maison Martin Margiela, it Is Nicotine.