MADEMOISELLE'S STORIES

Few months ago, along with my mother and sister, we were invited to Chanel’s ultra fabulous jewelry show in Taipei. The event was star-studded without the stars, but rather every high-end dealer’s dream clienteles. The theme was: Coco Chanel – Mademoiselle’s Stories. Pre-dinner cocktail party was set-up to appear as if we had stepped into Coco’s 1950’s gracefully refined Parisian apartment. A magnificent mixture of jewels sporadically glinted across her look-alike lady armoire, powder table, even birdcage. We were free to try on any diamond earrings, sapphire rings, ruby bangles. I believed this is what heaven would look like: a dollhouse of Chanel sparkles free for all to play with. During dinner, we were served with Coco’s favorite champagne, wines, foods, desserts and more - an elegant show of this season’s luxurious accessories and a splendid opera performance that left every socialite screaming, “encore!”

Every Mademoiselle has her stories; I often look back on mine to nourish a deliberate plateau of appreciation. Few weeks ago, I received an email from a famous musician friend. We updated on each other’s current events and rehashed some old, crazy stories from the road. Living in Asia now, glamour is defined vastly different than those days of indulgent glitz filtered within music industry. Glamour used to be walking each red carpet, shaking hands with the hottest music artist, producing quality albums. Few years passed by, I now see glamour not necessarily as the amount of social events one can attend, but as a light that beams from within. It surpasses contentment, possibly utmost happiness when time is spent with those in need.

Coco Chanel ultimately changed the wave of fashion history in the most polished manner. But the core of this Mademoiselle’s stories is no different than any of ours, allowing the fundaments of striving for what we believe in becoming our own personal styles, signatures that mark the ends of our stories.
photo of me at the Chanel event