It used to amuse me when I saw it from afar and on other people I didn’t know personally and only saw in pictures. Aesthetic medicine, that is. Now it scares me.

I’m not against it. I’m against the fact of being against it. I’ve always thought that there’s nothing wrong with a little procedure to make you look better, why not?

The problem begins when it becomes the false solution to a false problem.

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#1 – I love, love the mix of prints and stripes.

#2 – I love, love the shades of beige and gray, and winters that aren’t all black.

#3 – I love, love Léa Seydoux. Everytime I see this girl, she’s the perfect picture of natural grace and charm.

#4 – At last, I’m happy to have the chance to have your opinion on this YSL besace flap. When I showed this to my guy, he told me, “NO WAY.” I asked him, “WHY?” He replied, “YOU’RE NOT A SCHOOL GIRL!” I said, “”Hey, man! Haven’t you read my post on Gossip Girl? Of course I am a school girl!!! Didn’t you see me dressed like Serena at Mélinda’s Gossip Girl party last time. You’re so out of touch!” He exclaimed, “WHAT?! Sex and the City? I hope you haven’t seen that because those women are witches!”

Proof that men don’t understand a thing. As in zilch, zero, nothing at all.

So, this is what I said that Blair wouldn’t because she would’ve come up with a more shocking reply: “SHUT UP, man! Let me think about that over Cosmo with my girlfriends.” (Yes, the vintage cocktail has come back. As for The Mojito? Pffffu! How cheap!)

What can you say about a besace flap that makes for a very good accessory if you want to imagine not carrying a bag and if you’ve mastered the technique Live-The-Life of you know who? It’s a bit like the catch-all, carry-all bag loaded with lots of charm, don’t you think? It belongs to the cool girl who takes life in stride, right? Like Lou D., Laura M., Charlotte G., …Léa S.

…Garance D.?

Yes, me!

What?!

Translation : Magali Eva Suárez.

I’m not in the least bit original. There are times when I feel bad about myself for having mainstream tastes. I don’t know, even if I’d  be wishing to be very different from everybody and all that, like not carrying a bag, I couldn’t resist the rage that is Balmain.

Voilà, I’m just starting to grow bored with bon-mauvais goût* printed jeans and fringed boots that even my facelift-enhanced-grand-mother-in-law bought… But on the flip side, the military spirit of the little Balmain jackets of the SS09 show is kind of becoming my new obsession.

But  fine. Since I’m also a recessionista, [I loooove the crisis because it allows me to justify a number of incalculable things! "No, I'm not buying Balmain, what with the ongoing crisis... Before, ohohoh, yes, of course, all the time! But now, no, no, no, no, no! C'mon, let's be reasonable."] As for my jacket, I think I’m going to look for it elsewhere but rue François 1er.

I’ll follow the likes of Louise and Céline.  I’ll go on a bargain-hunt.

Yes. Now. Because when springtime comes, it’ll be too late.

This is how I find myself forced to plan my fashion decisions.

So, it isn’t me, okay? Blame it on the recession!!!

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*stylish-tacky

Translation : Magali Eva Suárez.

Oh ! I hadn’t seen that Jane of Sea of Shoes had made a post about military jackets (when I tell you I’m very original) a few days ago ! Thanks Tour D’Ivoire for the link !

I prefer to have my hands in my pocket than to have a nice little bag. So I am not good for all these fashions. They have to sell bags, bags, bags, bags, bags, bags. I hate handbags. Carine Roitfeld in a Telegraph interview.

You’re so right, Carine. Bags are useless. A bag is heavy, ugly; it alters the silhouette of your body and leaves creases on the shoulder.

I totally agreed with her to the extent that yesterday, I embarked on a ‘live-my-Carine-Roitfeld-life’ mission. I might as well have said, “Call me Carine”.

It all began the moment I gave a disdainful look at my it-bag from last season which I truly adore but then, it tried to get the better of me. I’m totally over that bag as I have it with me all time, every day of the week, every second of the day ever since I bought it on a crazy shopping impulse.

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Yesterday, I ran into a tall young girl on the ground floor of my apartment building. She had this incredible allure and wore what I thought was the prettiest vintage puff jacket that she could have found in a far-flung country where she might be from and I’ve never been to; a place where we could discuss some matters over grog mixed with a mysterious concoction of spices.

So I spoke to her in English, definitely a heady side effect caused by the recent changes made on my blog. Soon, you can call me Garance Van Damme, if tu vois what je mean.

With a dumbfounded look, she answered me back saying “Bonjour!” noticing that my french accent was sharp enough to cut Swiss cheese. I was red in the face.

In an attempt to hide my embarassment, I asked where her most exquisite and exotic blue jacket came from. She simply said, “Manoush.” (Which is a very frenchy, frenchy brand.)

Yes, my friends. The distant land happens to be right down my place. Anyway, as we exchanged numbers, I asked her how Marianne is spelled. And with a smile, she said, ” Like the national symbol of the France.”

The Marianne whom I just made friends with actually lives two buildings away from me. Cool, we’re neighbors.

Like they say, happiness is just around the corner.

Translation : Magali Eva Suárez

It’s funny how we find it hard to talk about things that are dear to us. I tried to write this post several times, halting each time I’m overwhelmed with emotion and redoing my piece a little later.

I had written this line to you months ago and it still holds true to this day. I was talking about a project that had been offered to me, that of writing and illustrating a book which got me all excited and stressed to death.

Since then, I often get mails asking when the book would come out. I smile in response. And tell myself that when the time comes, I’ll talk about it once and for all.

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Greetings, my dear non-francophone readers!  It’s been so long that i’ve been thinking of doing an English version of my blog but a lot of complications have gotten in the way. You know that I write a lot and practically everyday, to boot!

So I’ve decided to work hand in hand with Magali Eva Suárez. She’ll translate my posts. We’ll try to do the best we can to keep this blog running at a steady pace…

Thanks for your patience and understanding during our first few weeks of adjustment. I’m truly excited to reach out to you, at long last,  in a more personal way, and provide you a better alternative to Google translate.

Please feel free to add your comments, ideas, questions and suggestions. I look forward to your valuable feedback.

That said, it’s my great pleasure to finally say…Welcome to my blog!

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