Closet of my Dreams

Do you ever imagine your dream closet? I do all the time. It would be very French, very Marie Antoinette. It's be a huge walk-in with giant mirrors and a sofa inside it. Definitely no to minimalism in this case. It will be filled with luxurious clothes and lavish accessories, so I'm going to go all out! My girl friends and I could spend hours inside it after a day of shopping. We would eat eclairs and listen to music and talk about our new Celine bags. Brb going into a deep daydream....



Okay, so I was browsing The Coveteur when I saw the closet of Suzanne Rogers. I'm familiar with her as I've seen her in photos, but I don't know much about her aside from her amazing wonderful beautiful closet! I was FLOORED when the pictures started showing up. They all took my breath away. LITERALLY!!!! And don't even start to criticize my use of words, because if you knew me at all you would know that fashion actually gives me a mild heart attack and I start freaking out and I can't breathe and my eyes become so big they practically burst from my eye sockets and there's the occasional crying... the point is I go nuts.

Suzanne's is the closet of my dreams. Her gorgeous Katrantzou dresses and numerous McQueen dresses are going to be the only things I think about this week. It would definitely be difficult to get to places on time if my closet was like Suzanne's. Imagine being late for work and stepping into that closet and being too mesmerized by the decor to pick an outfit. Even picking clothes will be hell as you'd have too many to choose from! Rich people problems, man!

Anyway, I should probably stop yapping and let you guys gasp in amazement at this motherfucking bitch ass room.










I'm going to leave you to have your fashion heart attack in peace!

xx