I am happy to announce the beginning of my contribution to LuxAddicted and special for main character ISA. There are short stories about life, love and fashion at the French Riviera.
About two years ago I met ISA and worked with her as a fashion stylist. Time later we became a good friends. I call her my MUSE. Look at my styling editorial with her, please, and you will understand!
Ladies and Gentlemen! Get to the point! My first story “Two milk glasses. Part I”. Don’t be too strict…
TWO MILK GLASSES. Part I
Sport car wheels were adding miles every second on hot asphalt highway. On the left side the Mediterranean covered all possible to an eye angles without any borders.
As the day was close to the its end like when we see a silhouette of moon in the daytime, the waves were getting ready to meet the night.
Isa’s body has been thrown in the seat from one side to another on the hairpin bend of serpentine. At times, she stopped at the curb; catch her breath to calm down nausea. She gave more then 2 years to those territories and roads, but could never come in agreement with the local mountain scenery and intricate turns of the track. During those years, Isa accustomed her wardrobe to the unusual climate. Spoiled by cool climate, being lover of soft angora wool and sable fur, she again reshaped her views and preferences. On the labels «silk» and «cotton» instead of «lamb wool» were increasingly loomed. “Sonya Rykiel” was tightly packed in trunks and was silently hanging in the spacious dressing room. The most famous knitwear of this legendry French went to the back of the little life stories of female life flowing in hot temperature of the French Riviera. A word of espadrilles, which used to be associated only with the Spanish military, quickly materialized in the life of Isa’s colourful variety of options.
The airport was about ten miles. Heart was vividly thrilling with the sensor level of gasoline, which strongly resembled the depletion of the tank. Wheels and speed were ringing closer the long-awaited meeting, which promised a peaceful inevitable resurrection after breaking up. Strong female hands compressed the steering wheel in trembling excitement, the smell of perfume caused infinitive irritation and intoxication. Isa, the same Isa, who was courageously put together frayed jeans and Chanel №5 in a single day look, confused and spread out in space in exciting fever. An intellectual with a broken psyche without stopping chewed a bitter Swiss chocolate, watching the plane coming in to land.
On a small parking lot at the airport Isa stopped the engine and got out of the car. Burberry heels slowly but rhythmical created an attractive female self-confident sound on the way to the terminal.
Official free tranclation by ISA
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