This morning was like waking up to a cut from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”. My boyfriend looking at me all mischievous and silly, without saying a word, so I decide to break the silence by saying: “Whaaat? What’s up with that face? What I’ve done?”. Sure enough there’s nothing behind that childish puppy face but he’s own excitement. With no further explanations, nor answers, he let me hang there for some good extra 30 seconds before he stumbles forward with a package behind his back, covered up in a black and white printed silk paper, to then literally shoot it in front of my nose (so I can’t see a shit) and goes: “Here!” and I’m like: “Okaay, what’s thiiis?”, meanwhile I start shaking the package (a tradition I had since I was a kid) and he says: “Just open it, you will never guess!”… And there she is, my first real tweed COCO CHANEL jacket from the 60’s era, when Gabrielle Coco Chanel was still alive. A bob shaped jacket with it’s extraordinary details that my camera does a much better job of showing and retelling than I do in words. Did I hear orange is the new black?