La Couturier had a giveaway to win a pair of Current/Elliott "the Legging" skinny in black, and I entered it. I'm quite a fan of her petite novellas, so when I found out that to enter you had to write your own, I was hooked. I absolutely had to enter. So I spent a day to think of ideas for my story, and finally settled upon one that I liked. Below, you will find my entry and a visual. I decided to post it on here so that you may all read it :)
credit: collage made by moi, images from shopbop/google
Bebette Martine, naturally, had that Blair Waldorf type of “put together”. You know, stockings, trench coats in every color imaginable, gorgeous blouses, coveted handbags, and of course, the ever-present headband. But tonight, she would be in Paris. And, as she had always said, America is my country, Paris is my hometown.
It was about 8 o’clock when she managed to arrive at the Hotel de Crillon, Bebette noted as she glanced at the screen of her gem-encrusted Blackberry. As she walked into her suite, Bebette was greeted by none other than her best friend, Stevie, whom she’d known since the years of dress up and magic fairy tales. Stevie was a fashionista at heart. And tonight, she was dressed as always, Erin Wasson-esque, and sans an ounce of color. They embraced, followed by a session of reminiscing.
“Why don’t I dress you up tonight? It will be just like old times, when we would prance around in my grandmother’s Chanel stilettos, and my father’s suits,” Stevie said magically as she acted out the scene by strutting gracefully across the giant bed. She pouted her red lips. “Please, B. It will be fun.”
Bebette wasn’t sure whether it was Stevie’s hopeful look, or the hot city air that made her agree to the offer, but somehow she found herself in the spacious hotel bathroom holding a pile of black & white frocks from Stevie’s suit case. First, she slipped into a Kiki de Montparnasse black, lacy bra. The bra smelled of Stevie’s signature scent, Valentino’s Rock ‘n Rose. Bebette then snuck into a sheer white tee, which allowed the lace bra to peek through ever so slightly. She finished off the look with an Alexander Wang black double breasted jacket, unbuttoned, Giuseppe Zanotti for Balmain high heel booties, and of course, the Current/Elliott denim skinny jeans. Bebette turned to face the floor length mirror, her blood rushing with anticipation. The girl she saw in the mirror was edgy, glamorous, sexy, seductive, alluring, and fierce.
And with no delay, (besides a swipe of red lipstick and a tousle of the hair) the ladies were off. No longer looking like little girls in their dress up clothes, they were ready to take on the night. Bebette stole a glance at her own reflection in a store window, it was mixed with reflections of pedestrians, dresses hanging on mannequins, and her city of black and white. Her hometown, Paris.
FIN
