Perfection doesn't exist. PRADA however does.

What a day. Working insanely today, I was blessed and touched by a gesture of complete beauty and warmth.

At the end if the day. One of my wonderful team came up to me and mentioned that she was giving me a little something for my fortieth. I looked into the bag, to be touched.

I noticed two things that stood out aside from the card in the bag. A bottle of Moët et Chandon. And a box....

A textured box that could only mean one thing. A box that spelt luxury, style and an experience of complete and utter pleasure: PRADA.

This Angel touched me in a way that I was not expecting. A PRADA purse awaited me. Pedro and Paloma now have a new little sister. Yet to be named. Hmm, I need to think.


After consulting www.babynames.com.au. I found many beautiful names: Pascale, Paolina, Persephone, Perdita, Petra, Perla... and many more. Struck by her sweetness, I decided to name her Petula. After all, PRADA and Petula (Clark) are both classics.


What is it about PRADA that makes this world an amazing place? Recently whilst in Tasmania, I stumbled upon this article ... Wow! The mere sight of PRADA is enough to convince a police officer to lose total control and to break the law. Yes, people do strange things to win, where Miuccia and her brand are concerned.

Indeed. Enough said.

Quite simply. Without Miuccia P, there is no sense of style. Wake up world. Chanel is a uniform. Dior must start again under the direction of Raf Simons. Let us see what that will bring us. As for my beloved Yves Saint Laurent - I am still shocked and devastated by the news.

Ah, life is indeed beautiful. I turned 40 since first penning this post. My glow of youth comes from acceptance and inner contentment - knowing that wonderful people understand me, accept me and allow me... To be "me"...!

To top off this week of PRADA-inspired loving, I am also now the owner of the Saffiano iPad cover in Fuoco, courtesy of Mishka, Suki and Poca. How can I not love these wonderful women in my life?

My my my... Miuccia...! (Where is Tom Jones when you need him?)

Enough of my incessant rankings for now. I have major posts to work on this week.

Until next time, stay chic.

Gougou, x.