tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35539220513627365292024-03-13T10:35:49.010+00:00Diamants au ChocolatAn online destination for the everyday dreamer. Featuring topics from fashion to travel, this blog aims to inspire and motivate people from all corners of the globe. Leading you to dream places and showcasing personal style, Diamants au chocolat demonstrates that luxury is a state of mind. So what are you waiting for? Let's enjoy this crazy journey together.mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-9523655129099127692016-03-23T18:02:00.001+00:002016-03-25T22:35:28.671+00:00L.A. Confidential
"You do that and I'm calling my lawyer. I don't owe you guys anything."
"There's a loan repayment of 500,000 dollars due on your account."
Where was the Yes Sir, any other special requests sir, what can we do for you today sir? The schlep on the phone had no respect whatsoever! Didn't he know who he was? Didn't he know?!
Jäger Johnson swaggered over to the brandy cabinet and pulled mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-91091041938896461912016-03-23T18:01:00.001+00:002016-03-23T18:01:46.621+00:00Classe | Comme des Garçons
Don't compare me to frills and flowers and lattes
Don't compare me to to tattoos and museums and dark music
Draw me like one of your French Girls
But know
that I'm not the same.
Tell me, would you love me if I was pretty, and ugly too?
Dressed in oversized jumpers, long skirts and scruffy patent boots
Or is it soft hues of nudes and icy blues that seduce you
Do you prefer messymizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-31556944274932453822016-03-10T22:06:00.003+00:002016-03-10T22:06:51.361+00:00Classe | A Valentino Love Story
08.03.16
Paris, France.
How easy it must seem from the outside looking in
Delicate ballet tulles and silk made flats
wounds carefully hidden beneath
and within
Unseen teardrops that fall from Swarovski chandeliers
Hair slicked back in the tightest chignon. Face defined to perfection with powder and a strong nude lip. Hands clasped loosely, heart softly mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-74865175772756382522016-03-08T23:01:00.001+00:002016-03-08T23:01:55.527+00:00Diamants au chocolat 3.0
No longer what you expected.
Img source: (Viral Vogue)
MOOD
There is nothing more beautifully reckless than the truth.
I want to depict a part of the human brain that is never on public display. We are not just good and we are not just bad. We're not protagonists or antagonists we're just people trying to get around in a multi dimensional world. I'm interested in what makes us mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-31683911899000822132016-03-08T22:54:00.004+00:002016-03-08T22:54:58.270+00:00Park Avenue Princess
WANDERLUST
Manhattan, NY
Slipping into some fluffy white slippers she pulled off her white robe revealing a skimpy white silk slip. Yawning and stretching her arms she looked outside her small window, it was 6am in the morning but the streets of New York were already as busy as a Saturday afternoon. There was no traffic to anticipate so early in the day so yellow cabs whizzed in and out mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-88963269222406153942016-03-08T22:39:00.002+00:002016-03-08T22:39:37.804+00:00Classe | Youth by Just Drew
XIV.II.MMXVI
Manhattan, NY.
Designer bags, designer cars, designer champagne, but what more? There'll always lie a craving for more and when one can't find it in luxury, one needs to look a little closer.
Lounging around on chartered private planes. A trip to Bali because we crave a new form of reality. Sunsets and starry nights much more beautiful than any explosion of mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-85732980569198232722016-02-29T20:29:00.001+00:002016-02-29T20:43:32.221+00:00Pretty Young Fools
(Img source: Prettified Allure)
"Hi Mrs. Duval."
First mistake.
"Such a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dayna. Dayna Worhol." She said as she held out a sweaty palm.
Second mistake.
She sat at her vanity mirror and looked closely at her imperfections. Elaine Duval wasn't pretty. Her hair was thin, her lanky arms and legs looked frail. Her skin was mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-56484757713098243522016-02-21T22:55:00.000+00:002016-02-28T14:33:52.686+00:00NYFW 2.0: The End Of Blogging
I lived the fast life for all of 10 days this month. I attended New York Fashion Week once again, seeing approximately 15 shows including Malan Breton, Just Drew, and Raul Penaranda - former designer for Oscar de la Renta.
The city was crawling with celebrities and some were present at the shows I went to. I swapped cards with successful and important people in the fashion, mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-26065120201683710522016-02-14T13:02:00.002+00:002016-02-28T14:34:23.936+00:00The Art of Seduction
Everybody has a weakness.
I sit at a table opposite you, one head cocked to the side and a smile on my face. It makes you want to smile too. Taking in a breath, wasps of musky decadence descend your way. It's the new blanc by Givenchy perfume. I communicate mostly with my eyes, never letting go of eye contact, using your name as often as possible, a permanent smile, engaging body mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-8328600594704084512016-02-11T14:55:00.001+00:002016-02-28T14:10:37.174+00:00Mood | Desperado
"Why have you come here today? What do you want from me?" He said with a coy smile. A glint in his left eye that spoke more than his words.
"You know what I want." She answered firmly.
"Ah but why are you afraid to say it? Say it and it shall be yours." He replied crossing one arm over the other and slouching back in his seat.
"I want to change the world. I want to ripmizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-33890782936512948642016-02-05T23:04:00.001+00:002016-02-28T14:40:12.618+00:00War Zone
"I don't want to be heard, I want to be listened to." - Twenty One Pilots
Do you ever feel like you're constantly misunderstood? Like you know who you are on the inside but the world judges you solely on what you represent on the outside? How you talk, dress, your level of higher eduction, the money you have and all of these superficial things that doesn't necessarily build mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-88497950372687822452016-02-03T23:23:00.001+00:002016-02-03T23:23:26.471+00:00Classe | In my #Calvins
So we stare out of car windows, hair blowing, soul searching.
There's a general rule in life that you can control what you want but you can't control how you get it. Except I am a control freak and a worrier. I like to be in charge of things and when plans don't work out the way I want them to, I have an emotional breakdown. Every single time. I am fussy and I like things,mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-89229014378661062882016-02-01T19:15:00.003+00:002016-02-01T19:15:54.811+00:00Mood | Casanova
Holding her dress at the hip, Sierra Mercier paced herself in excruciating 6 inch sandal heels. Shoulders back, head high and a smile that held just a little bit of arrogance. She sashayed into her ensuite humming a Lionel Richie song. Nothing and no one could dwindle her current adrenaline rush. Her heart was beating five times faster than usual, a glint that could not bemizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-11634643256880095362016-01-31T22:17:00.005+00:002016-01-31T22:22:36.714+00:00Pillow Talk
Casting models for a fashion show sounds like fun right?
Sitting at a desk staring at beautiful people all day long with the theme of 'changing climates' in mind, making light conversation to get a sense of personality, contrasting characters, looks and attires in the hopes of orchestrating moments of fantasy on a whirlwind night of excitement and passion. That is the pointmizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-50272155531091279962016-01-31T22:17:00.003+00:002016-01-31T22:17:32.249+00:00Classe | Givenchy Girl
Givenchy Girl
Givenchy is made for the girl with a little more grit. The girl who sees the world in not only black and white but blue, grey, navy, purple, turquoise and all of the other colours that could make a rainbow. Ironically so, givenchy is for when we are feeling a little more untraditional, a little more dark and out of control. We don't want flowers and we don't wantmizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-12713724030968224242016-01-31T22:17:00.001+00:002016-01-31T22:17:18.496+00:00Dreams of | Dubai
Manmade water. Sand dunes that stretch across The land of Pure Opulence. An aquatic view of exotic fish and water mammals create a vibrant source of energy. The sun is shining bright, illuminating the glassy skyscraper buildings.
Jaguars, Lamborghini(s), Ferraris and Aston Martins cruise through clean cut roads. The most luxurious shopping malls accommodate expensive taste in mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-12862803727813199452016-01-22T22:37:00.003+00:002016-02-28T14:11:51.423+00:00Dreams x Reality
I've never believed in the concept of forever. Love, money, and even life has an expiry date. For one reason or the other things end and when they do we store these experiences as memories. Sorting them into boxes labelled "highs" and "lows". We cling to the highs, cherishing them and making sure they never leave our hearts. Stored in an imaginary box - beautifully designed.
My box mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-89546985098998668672016-01-11T22:42:00.001+00:002016-02-28T14:31:13.700+00:00Fast Lane
I spend quite a lot of my time reading fictional books during the week and one series that I cannot seem to let go of is the Lucky Santangelo series by Jackie Collins.
Lucky is the daughter of an American Italian mobster. Soon she becomes one of Vegas' most successful hoteliers. Except Lucky doesn't look and act like the typical multi-millionare entrepreneur. She speaks in a rough mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-36123448458255040212016-01-09T00:35:00.002+00:002016-02-28T14:12:30.518+00:00Black Panther
That's the thing about a black panther in a dark forest, nobody sees it coming before it pounces.
Isn't it boring to be a girl? To be interested in fashion, makeup, Instagram and attracting attention. To be paid to look pretty, or cheery or energetic but never intelligent, dark, cunning. Never the mysterious beauty who embraces her strengths. Nobody wants to know that mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-52840261050082965042016-01-06T20:25:00.001+00:002016-02-28T14:02:59.152+00:00Do you believe in Luxury?
The word lust originated from the latin word luxuria. The first of seven deadly sins. It seems what we hold the most importance to in this world are the things that have the potential to kill us.
"What is luxury?" A little voice in my head asks.
"A state of mind." I answer.
"No, no. What is the traditional meaning of luxury?" The voice taunts.
And so the voice mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-20956543336736555952015-12-31T23:43:00.001+00:002016-02-28T15:06:20.243+00:002015: The Recap
Sometimes you can look back on a year and think you haven't done much at all. The time goes so fast and it's hard to find the time to process everything you encountered in 12 months. So New Year's Eve exists and like the procrastinators we are, we do all our thinking on this one day. Accumulating flashbacks, drawing out new dreams, new vision boards and new affirmations.
This year mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-19342192961146370292015-12-31T23:42:00.003+00:002015-12-31T23:42:54.083+00:002016: The Change
We like to keep our New Year's Resolutions to ourselves because we are afraid that we won't achieve everything we set out to. We are cowards who refuse to hold each other accountable. We sneer at each other and say "HA as if you're really going to do that" or whisper condescending little sayings like "and how will you manage that exactly?" Only because we are scared of ourselves. We are mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-85818798724043622702015-12-31T23:41:00.004+00:002015-12-31T23:41:46.638+00:002015: Lessons Learned
*These quotes represent everything 2015 has taught me. I hope 2016 comes with more lessons, experiences and thought provoking changes.
Personal
"I want to have a spontaneous, passionate and crazy life that's worth telling."
"Consider becoming the type of energy that no matter where you go or where you are, you always add value to the spaces and lives of those around you."mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-41884404244289398442015-12-27T23:55:00.001+00:002015-12-27T23:55:03.481+00:00Mood | Gone Girl
She never existed in this world. Even when sitting on trains and walking down busy streets. She was either reading a book or listening to some form of audio. She lived in a world of pure fiction and it thrilled her, for reality was bleak. Muddy and tasteless. However she found nothing mundane. She was intrigued by everything and everyone around her. Forming stories and lives for each mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3553922051362736529.post-68611395868416714602015-12-27T23:54:00.006+00:002015-12-27T23:54:45.749+00:00Classe | Dear Karl
Dear Karl,
I wish for you to teach me a thing or two about real elegance. Not the type flaunted on TV and magazine covers. I mean archaic, old fashioned elegance. And then I would like you to teach me how to morph it into something of the next generation without loss of quality.
Quality - such a precious yet rare thing found into today's world, but for you quality flows mizzmoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466037856876914325noreply@blogger.com0