It's soon to be ski season for us in the Northern hemisphere.
And the latest issue of French Vogue did an editorial on extreme winter clothing with the pretext of being at a ski resort.
Is it me or are all the fashion editors channeling Game of Thrones in their features?
The funny thing about skiing especially in most European ski resorts is the that there are many "types". ( as with any life activity)
The snow version of the Playboy reader -
I don't care about the apres-ski and
I really do come here for the skiing type.
The - crap, I gotta go get the kids from the ski school now so I can't go to the pre dinner drinks at an acquaintance's chalet because I legally had to give my nanny a holiday type.
The - I am going to pretend I just bumped into the hedge fund guy I met in Geneva last week/architect I met in Paris last month and freeze my butt off here stalking my targets all day type.
The - I am going to conspicuously pose for my selfies with no shame whatsoever type.
Not only are all her Instagram followers going to know she is in Gstaad but the whole resort must notice her too type.
The teenager who hates family vacations no matter how
nice they are and just wants be with her boyfriend
who is back home in England but doesn't realize
she will forget all about him when she meets some cute Italian boys doing their military service in the mountains type.
The - I will do whatever it takes to snare a man and I grew up in Siberia anyway so this is actually mild weather type.
The I bought Chanel skis and what use is it to ski on them and whiz past you because then you won't know I have them type.