You know what I like about headscarves, turbans and headbands? It’s that they have this delicately retro atmosphere to them. I also love how they give this extraordinary and cinematic touch to even the most simple of outfits.
And then I also like how sometimes, when I wake up with an unidentified hair-like object on my head, “Oh hello Amy Winehouse,” my mirror says to me, I should say, this happens a lot more often than I’d like, but I like that I can just grab a headscarf, tie it up, and off we go.
But what I truly adore, besides talking about clothes and pretending like I’m capable of tying a turban in three seconds, definitely a flat-out lie, is that I have just touched down in New York. Yeah! I am here on an ultra-secret mission, so I have absolutely no idea what these posts will give away in the upcoming days, but I’d look out because this time, it’s me with the license to kill!
But hey, here we go, off to adventuuuuuuuuuuuuuure! Oh merde. I’ve gotta get up at 5 a.m. Hey look, I just gave you your first clue! Oh la la! Whoops! Okay, quick! Where is my headscaaaaaaaarf ?! C’mon, lezzzgo! Hop! Hop! Bisou!
Translation : Tim Padraic Sullivan