I’m an overly precocious student, published author in my country, successful bookworm, fashion follower, stereotypes-hater, history obsessive, Francophile, run-away-from-me-if-you’re-boring, leisure artist, egocentric girl, faithful friend between brackets and personal adviser in my spare time (this being only a brief summary). When you don’t see me psychologically tormenting people with sarcastic lines or supposedly Socratic speeches (merely of a beginner), or shopping, or visiting museums, or doing conscientiously my homework, or whatever, you can most likely find me relishing a hot Starbucks mocha and fantasizing about having enough money to fulfill all my eccentricities (twins tiger as pets after Marchesa Casati’s habit, for example) . Also, I’m an indisputable INTJ of a psychological profile similar to Hannibal Lecter’s.
I can be funny or sociable, but most of the day I’m extremely critical, malicious and an overall scary character (ask the poor younger kids who enigmatically feel the urge to vanquish from my sight as soon as I lay my eyes on their surprised faces). Thus you can be grateful we’ll probably never meet. Let’s raise our fictional crystal glasses and Cheers to That!
About the blog, you should most probably know this is actually my very first one, begun as a whim and having this major flaw of lacking a certain theme. Seriously, from funny historical information (whose power to amuse chiefly depends on your own perception), arts and fashion comments to miscellaneous discussions regarding basically anything which caught my attention, I’ll post all I can think of, to better or worse.
It might really get messy and you deserve anticipated excuses for it, but that’s me: I can never select one thing from the broad spectrum of subjects I like, not in the detriment of others I believe equally important.
And as some of you may wonder (do you?) where the blog’s name comes from, I decided to add this short footnote explanation:
it’s a mixture between my not-so-flattering nickname (Madame) and the French variant of calling the Queen of Spades (friends tell me we have the same black heart, which is not as untrue as I’d prefer).
Not knowing how to title it, I narcissistically but not unexpectedly put my pseudonym…