Today I went to Antoni and came back with this little cute souvenir...even french pastries smoke.
This little froggie slash/ogre needs to "kick" his habit.
...or I can just help him by eating the cigarette.
...and then by eating him
And the aftermath. It was actually too sweet, I could only take a few bites.
Today, I also bought me some presents for people, gave a chocolate snowman to say thanks to my helpful pharmacist Gladys, and bought myself a few gifts for my skin:
...and I got a free calender (above) with the purchase, which brings me to another point:
So, I was trying to decide whether to buy the french vogue this month, because, frankly, the American one is much better (a surprise, I know). And it was wrapped up, so I couldn't flip through and decide. However, there was a bonus feature. You got a free 2010 calender with purchase. "Sold," I thought, since I did not yet have a calender for the new year. Well, got home, and this is what the calender consisted of:
(The cover one happened to be my month, November
The above is December. So, COME ON! I mean, I know that Europeans are more comfortable with nudity, as seen by commericals and, well, nude beaches, but give me a break. What Vogue-buying woman would want to hang this on there wall? I would understand if this was in the back of a men's magazine or if the nudity was more tastefully done in an artsy and whimsical way, like Will Cotton's paintings (yes PAINTINGS) below...
But, it wasn't. This is like a calender of strippers. And the dates were a foot note. You barely knew that it was a calender...What kind of deranged Editor in Chief cleared this decision? "Oh yes sure, women will LOVE this"--uh WHAT? I guess one of my guy friends will be getting a present soon.
...and, again, speaking of calenders, I would like to have this one:
"Spanish designer Oscar Diaz has designed a calendar that uses the capillary action of ink spreading across paper to display the date. Each month, a bottle of coloured ink spreads across a sheet of paper embossed with numbers, colouring them in as it goes." (http://www.dezeen.com/2009/07/17/ink-calendar-by-oscar-diaz/)
On a totally unrelated note. This is what I've been listening to the past few days:
Vintage: American Teenagers in 1950s Paris
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