Moncalin, Trunkt
Flash bulbs, earthly stars, blinding bodies. Exclusive invites, Olympic-sized egos, one-night-only gowns garnering more than my recently sold convertible…
Sacre bleu, I’ve at least a few more years before blossoming into some sort of eccentric stardom that requires I attend red carpet affairs.
You too?
To comfort me in the meanwhile, I’ve taken to Moncalin, mon cherie: coveted by celebrities — Alec Baldwin’s PR says I may name drop — handmade with a certain je ne sais quois, and totally a product of Los Angeles, it’s the Hollywood haute couture of plush toys, it’s my softly sophisticated substitute to the made-to-fit evening dress I’m not obliged to don yet.
The House of Moncalin — French for “my cuddle” — begins the production process with sketches, “followed by a three-dimensional clay character,” says founder Karine Silverton. Next, a fabric prototype is created, color combinations are chosen, inspired by the fashion world and traditional season palettes, and “finally, we move into production, and each Moncalin plush toy is meticulously hand sewn and filled with fiber.”
And I’m filled with a chocolate croissant, after giving into a junky breakfast of bloated tabloids and puffy pastry.
And my Moncalin forgives me, unlike that future satin, second-skin ball gown.
