White leopard and Spring

I had a pause in blogging. It is true, I was very busy with my work  but still, not that busy.  I wanted to write something about the passing away of Margaret Thatcher but I didn’t feel doing so after posting about Maya Angelou.  They are different characters, both strong women but at different extremes.

What is important is that Spring is eventually coming here and I shed away furs and woolen coats. Today I was wearing my white leopard coat bought from Asos for a song.  First I saw it on the delicious blog Le monde de Tokyobanhbao. And then, lucky me, I found out it was still available.  

Still I Rise

Happy Birthday to Maya Angelou, a great poet!

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

A different Elvis

This is Elvis Pompilio the mad hatter of Bruxelles. Love his stuff although hats do not fit me in general.

Source: http://cabalinkabul.wordpress.com/2013/04/03/elvis-pompilio-palarierul-nebun-din-bruxelles/
http://elvispompilio.blogspot.ca/

27 March

Quiet day at the office and appropriate outfit.

27 March par norafab utilisant jupes longueur cheville

Elegance

Just elegance, in black and white photos from the past years.

Golden dream

Friday night and I am going out. I like to mix silver and gold, silk and fur. It makes me feel like a princess.

Ingrid

I just finished the memoirs of Ingrid Betencourt, a Columbian woman who spent six years in the jungle as a prisoner of rebels. She survived and she tried several times to escape until eventually she was liberated by government people through ruse. It is very impressive how a woman could have survived so long in such conditions. A very strong woman.