Fashion Week 1 - the list


Of course my name is on the list, you dumb bastard !
Check the list again : my name is PAULETTE...
It must be just after PALTROW, bloody hell !!!
Let me in !



Paulette & Rhonda & The Sartorialist


Hello Rhonda ! Are you surfing on LovelyBoyfriends.com ? Again ?

No at all...

Paulette : So, what's this website ?
Rhonda : Come and see...

The Sartorialist ? What is it ?

He's an amazing guy. I met him in Paris, when I went to Polette Store...

I went there to buy the last Marc Jacobs dildo and I see him !

So handsome and charismatic ! He was signing his book.

Was it a novel ? A recipe book ? A tantric kamasutra ?

No. The guy shoots people in the streets.

And so ?

He's rich and famous.

You and me are already rich. Why not become famous now ?!

My dear Rhonda, find your camera, we gonna become stars.

Me too I want billions of fans screaming my name :

Wriggling and jiggling fans, totally aroused by me,
ready to get nude and to xx-°;://xx (censored)

Are you ready ? I've got my camera.

Go ahead, Rhonda ! Go ! Shoot, darling !

We gonna be the queens of blogs...

... the place to be for all the fashionistas in the world ...

Welcome to The Paulettialist !!!



The Photodiarist m'a décerné le Over The Top award
et maintenant je dois répondre à une interview en 1 mot par réponse.
Alors je vais répondre moi, puis faire répondre Paulette.
Puis passer l'award à d'autres qui seront super contents de se creuser le ciboulot...

The Photodiarist just tagged me with the "Over the Top" award. I have to answer these questions with one word and then hand the award over to others.

Where's your cell phone: ocean

Your hair: yes

Your mother: rebel

Your father: cosmic

Favorite Food: risotto

Dream last night: tits

Favorite drink: wine

What room are you: lounge

Hobby: illustration

Fear: fear

Where were you last night: paris

Something that you aren't: human

Muffins: bof

Wish list item: house

Where did you grow up: books

What are you wearing: clothes

Your pets: Paulette&Rhonda

Friends: rare

Something your'e not wearing: mask

Favorite store: grandépicerie

Favorite color: warmred

Last time you laughed: 12 :10

Your best friend: jean-bernard

Place you go to over and over: reality

Person who emails you regularly: you

Favorite place to eat: table


Where's your cell phone: panties

Your hair: blue

Your mother: old

Your father: older

Favorite Food: caviarketchup

Dream last night: snakes

Favorite drink: parisian coffee

What room are you: bedroom

Hobby: drinks

Fear: water

Where were you last night: bar

Something that you aren't: sweet

Muffins: haha

Wish list item: Diordildo

Where did you grow up: bar

What are you wearing: fauxchanel

Your pets: Rhonda

Friends: Rhonda

Something your'e not wearing: Rhonda

Favorite store: polette

Favorite color: all

Last time you laughed: 1937

Your best friend: Rhonda

Place you go to over and over: bars

Person who emails you regularly: nobody

Favorite place to eat: bars

And now, I give the Over the top award to them. Let's hear you, guys :

















-I lacked self-confidence. It was terrible.

During parties people talked about things I didn't know. Films I hadn't seen, books I hadn't read, exhibitions I hadn't visited.
For example, they could discuss high level culture, like Desperate Housewife or Britney Spears for hours.
I felt like shit.

So one day I decided to do something about it, bloody hell !

I faked self-confidence.
I became totally uppish, pretentious, showy, bumptious, vainglorious, ostentatious, stuck-up and snooty.

In short I was a terrible asshole. It worked perfectly. People loved me, I was the king of parties.

But after a while, I was so unbearable that people went away.

And now I don't see anyone anymore. I'm totally alone. So I don't have to compare myself. It is SO cool.



L'amour, c'est...

Love forces you to quit your best friends, to abandon your pals.
Love is a total bore.
You don't have nothing to talk about as soon as your first wedding anniversary.
Love is a punishment.

Love is the most fabulous thing on earth.
It's about respecting your partner's silences, it's about understanding each other without a word.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.
To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven. Love is great.



Adam & Eve

-You see, Eve, darling...

All this thing about a fruit to eat, and a snake...
It's just a phallic metaphore , don't you think ?

Do you mean I have to resist to the tentation ?

Sure, please resist, so we can stay in Paradise petting each other all day long !

Les vacances de Louloutte

It's terrible but I can't help doing it !

I'd be better nude in my bed or on the beach...

But I MUST be informed, I MUST follow the news when I'm on holidays...

I can walk hours under the sun to find my fav newspapers...

- clique pour lire si tu as plus de 37 ans - click to enlarge -

-Bloody hell ! Why the world can't be on vacation when I am ?!



Sex Toy

Yes, I love my Sex Toy !

A perfect size... Not too big, not too small. I can put it in my bag, I take it everywhere.

I can't do without. I take it to the restaurant, in my bed, at museums, at fashion shows,
while I'm watching TV or playing cards with my friends. He's always with me.

Aren't you my dear ? Say hello, Sex Toy !

-And, you know, love with animal, it's better to begin with a small size.


Les vacances de Nicole et Michelle

Nicole answers the phone : Hey, Michelle ! What about your holidays, honey ?

Nicole : I'm still on holidays, not you ?

Are you kidding, my dear ? At this very moment I'm nude in a paradisiac lagoon...

Nicole : Great. I'm on the terrace of my billionaire friend's villa.
He bought a whole fishermen village, it's sooooooo cool.

Nicole : Guess what ? Poor guys can't afford to live in their houses anymore,
so they live on their little boats ! hahahaha !

Nicole : We throw them some homarus pieces ! Very fun !
And we take champagne baths, we organize orgies with top-models all night long ! Wow !

I see. You know, WE are on a desert island, we eat delicious juicy fruits
and we feel their fresh and colourful juices over our tanned bodies and on our aroused tits...

And you know what ? We have here Brad Pitt lookalikes.
Right know, they're sucking my toes very lasciviously in front of the sunset.

Nicole : Sucking your toes, hum ?

Michelle : Yes my dear. That's correct.

-Nicole : Well. You're actually back, don't you ? Just like me, totally depressed in your lousy office ?

Michelle : Well... Yes. What about a Big Mac together for lunch ?