Showing posts with label Chanel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chanel. Show all posts

Friday, 11 September 2009

Other lovely pressies

Daniele Bott. 
Published by Thames and Hudson

Need I say more?

I still haven't seen the film, ‘Coco before Chanel’, but hope to remedy that soon.

“A lot of serious work goes into successful friviolity.”  Coco Chanel

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Quote of the day

‘They tuck you up your mum and dad...’
Anon - after Larkin

“Philately will get you everywhere”
WEM

“It’s not the despair, I can handle the despair. 
It’s the hope I can’t deal with”
Clockwise

“Each new friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
Anais Nin

‘Come on Dover move your bloomin’ arse’.
Eliza Doolittle