Today I treated myself to YSL Mon Paris - and only discovered at home that in elegant script it also says Couture on the box.
Oops - what can I expect from this?
Couture for me is a pair of blue jeans - combined with a white T-shirt and white sneakers.
With "haute Couture," I throw on a blue denim shirt.
That's how I feel top chic.
My father saw it differently.
For an invitation to a fancy restaurant, he added: But please not the denim shirt - we all know that one by now.
I was a bit offended - isn't that a cool outfit?
I reflect and have to admit that it might also come across as a bit... boring?
When he picks me up, he personally looks into my closet and pulls out an asymmetrically buttoned plum-colored blouse - paired with a black flared skirt - and black pumps from the shoe rack.
What I have in there... Amazing.
I get dressed - and Dad sighs: finally not so student-like anymore!
At the restaurant, my sister is amazed: How pretty she looks - when she is nicely washed and combed!
As a finishing touch, I should have worn YSL couture, because this round, buoyant chic scent would have crowned my casual elegance.
Transparent and fruity, it envelops me - deepened by soft rose and light patchouli - and musk gives it a subtle shine.
The orange blossom bathes couture in warm light - just as our table is illuminated by candles.
But this friendly scent also elevates my everyday couture - I’ve tried it out.