Fuelled by Diesel.

...or... what Tanja wants, Tanja gets.

Most of the time, that is.

And only if she works her ass off to get it.

Just to give you an idea, I searched high and low for a perfect Diesel jumpsuit, despite the dubious wearability of such an item of clothing in real life.

 
 It did not take me long to decide AGAINST this jumpsuit and the price tag (355 EUR) was only partly the reason. I did not like the proportions the suit gave my body and thought my figure would  profit greatly if I were to find the same cut just with bigger sleeves, like the white one above. 

So, I left Diesel's Barcelona flagship store devastated and continued to look.

I tried the next one in Diesel store in Pristina, of all places.

 I mistakenly believed I could squeeze into a size S (they did not have my size and this one was on sale, OK?) with nearly disastrous effects. Almost had to call the firefighters to come to my rescue.

Alas, it was not meant to be!

I called off the search for a perfect jumpsuit for a while (or at least for as long as it takes me to forget the Pristina shopping fiasco) and decided to set out on the hunt for one of these dresses instead.

Got the boots but still looking for this white coat. 

So P.Diddy, so SWAG!

The next three are what I would wear in real-life situations, you know, in a life where you have to ride a public bus in rainy, muddy weather and there is no P.Diddy to pick you up from work in his Lamborgini or even better...the Sean John Navigator, the bling-heavy SUV he designed for Lincoln, replete with tinted windows, satellite radio, heated and vibrating leather seats, six TVs, three DVDs and a Playstation, among other things.

And then, the dresses...

Oh, did I tell you that wearing Diesel can be dangerous... 

...for all parties involved.

 Btw, I love the fact that I wore the same dress in Chicago and Moscow.

One can argue it helped me conquer the world (not to mention an occasional hunk or two...)

The hunt for this one took but a couple of months...

...before I stumbled upon it during a lazy stroll among the ancient Dalmatian walls.

This one I had to have, even if it meant mail-ordering it from all the way across the ocean... I've been keeping my carbon footprint at a minimum ever since, I promise.

Nonetheless, I would give those vibrating leather seats complete with P.Diddy in them for one of these pieces anytime of the day.