I started the day today as usual at Glow, with a skinny latte, a fresh-from-the-oven croissant and a good book. I have just read that in 1926, 15,000 lettres d’amour from Juliette Drouset to Victor Hugo were sold at auction for 18,000 francs. This reminded me of the recent news that secret love letters from JKF to his Swedish lover Gunilla von Post were sold at auction for $100,000.
Maybe I should print out all my blog posts and tie them up in a saucy red ribbon so that one day I will posthumously be worth a fortune? Although as they say, you can’t take it with you so on second thoughts, I could always slip on my Louboutins and slink out for a sneaky Martini with the Editor at the Sun. After all, a little ‘publicity’ couldn’t really be that bad for a girl’s reputation. Could it?
Love, Amandine x
love, Amandine x 