MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!! It’s a great thing I wasn’t there because I would have quietly stalked each model and broken off a piece of chocolate each time they weren’t looking. By the time they would get to the runway, nothing would be left! See, cake I could pass on if it was on a person, but chocolate is so damn irresistible to me that I would risk the chances of the model farting in her chocolate dress. I think I would still eat the farty chocolate. I am so wrong sometimes, but it’s the splendor of chocolate that clouds my judgement. Anyway, this slice of heaven called ‘Salon du Chocolat’ went down somewhere in France and I can tell you this is where it’s at! I think a chocolate shoe from my friend Hasty Torres (Madame Chocolat) would’ve rounded out this affair quite well!
photos: High Snobette