Just because we’re already systematically raiding the winter collections (Could it be possible that I already bought fur boots in July? We’ll talk about it more, Doctor) doesn’t mean we can’t still have a little fun with summer colors.

I just love beige.

But I’ve never thought of wearing it with yellow. I’m such a fan!

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PS: Viviana’s blouse is a Micro Giovannini. I don’t really know the designer but his site is worthy of an episode of Dynasty, it’s so kitch.  He only does knitwear, but there is a whole bunch of stuff of his that I love, especially in this winter’s collection… I want the jumpsuit! (And here we are again talking about knitted wool in July… Do you think it’s serious, Doctor?)

Big hugs, bonne journée!

Translation : Tim Sullivan

If you were in London on Wednesday, there’s no chance you could have missed me. It’s simple, I ran up, down and all around the city and back again. I was casting for a top 007 secret project (How stupid is it when I can’t tell you everything?), and by the end of it, I couldn’t walk, but no really, couldn’t walk at all.

And of course, always loyal to my brainless girlitude, you guessed it, OF COURSE, I was in heels. No comment, please.

Absolutely not fabulous, feet like chutney, hair like Whinehouse because of some surrealist weather, I put an arm up to desperately flag down a taxi when suddenly, I see Lydia.

Aaaaaah, FRIENDS! Sometimes, life can be a fairy tale.

And just like that she was at the shoot the next day, a whole bunch of outfits in hand just like I asked, an angel smile, master Yoda-like patience, and an expression that breathed intelligence, always super friendly. Everyone was just amazed.

As for me, I couldn’t resist putting together a dissident mini-shoot of my own, as you can see here.

Voilà! I’m still going to have a million things to tell you about her, about the shoot, the top-secret projects and all the amazing people I met in London, but right now, I just stepped off the Eurostar and I am, indeed, exhausted.

Except I’m heading back to London in August for another top 007 secret project, lips sealed, sworn to secrecy, I’m not saying a thing. I’ve already told her that I’ll see her again to take some more photos. Voilà. Ahah.

Girl crush? Yeah, okay, you got problem?

Bonne journée!

Translation : Tim Sullivan

I don’t even know what to tell you about Violaine, except that when the two of us are together, we spend most of our time cracking up.

We met not too long ago. She invited me to a soirée that she was organizing for the boutique, Feathers. She gave me a pair of sunglasses that I’ve never worn, tried in vain to get me out to one of her parties, and ever since, every time I’m in London, we meet up. And then we talk about anything and everything drinking down chocolate soys.

I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Okay, this time it was a Smiling Smoothie, strawberry, coconut, pineapple + a weird ingredient we grabbed from Breakfast Club (I just needed to sneak that name in here somehow)(Oh, the Breakfast Club, oh, teen-movies, Don’t You Forget About Me & hormones gone wild…) that definitely gave us both a laugh, seeing as I was telling her to drink her f#@$%ng smoothie for the picture.

I’m definitely a fan of her looks, keen and kid-like (Yeah, what am I talking about there? What’s with this idea of finding names for styles, I feel like I’m writing for Good Housekeeping… ! Hey, so listen, Violaine, did you concoct this little keen and kid-like look for today?) (!) OKAY. She has tons of terrific clothes.

… And retractable hair.

Ha, just kidding. This is a photo a took a little while back when we didn’t know each other too well and so there was a lot less laughing and a lot more drinking coffee from the Starbucks on the corner, far less sexy than Breakfast Club, you’ll agree.

Conclusion : Violaine deserves to be known.

Okay. Should I stop telling you all about my life? Fine. I’ll stop telling you all about my life. Violaine, I love your new haircut, find me those Demeulemeester shoes (1st photo) in my size please, and drink this smoothie for me before the sun (Sorry, what? Sun? In London? Maybe for about 5 minutes 42 seconds a day here between 45 torrential rainfalls, but we got it in that one photo!  Haha!, so drink me this smoothie before the sun goes aw…..

Oh meeeeeerde! It’s raining!

Bonne journée!

Translation : Tim Sullivan

I’m developing a scandalously late obsession for leopard prints.

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The more time goes by, the more I love Erin O’Connor. I loved her before I met her, when I knew her only as the muse of David Downton, one of my favorite illustrators.

She’s one of those people that seem to come straight out of a novel. She talks to everyone in the same way, intelligent, serious, and incredibly funny all at the same time. She’s doesn’t buy into passing trends, just has unbelievable elegance. She was my favorite walk at the Gaultier show.

Afterwards, I see her pass by with a rose. I ask if I can take her picture and she right away takes her pose. She’s a true model, the kind you dream of for a painting.

I’d love it if, one day, I found my muse!

Translation : Tim Sullivan

In an article I wrote recently for a magazine, I talked about some of the women whose style most inspires me. Among them, of course, was Giovanna. I talked about her incredible wardrobe, her eternal good humor and her tomboy side. Then off it went.

A few minutes later, I get an e-mail my editor, “Hmmm… Garance? When you say tomboy, what exactly are you trying to say?”

I look at the pictures of Giovanna I sent.  Ah.  Hmmm. Okay…

Yeah.

Heels, skirts, hairdos, accessories… As for her tomboy side, my dear editor, you may have a point there. I’ll have to explain that a little.

It’s just that Giovanna can wear whatever she wants and she still stays Giovanna. Always, and never the same, with her hair down or up, in a parka or evening gown, never a fault in her taste, she is the incarnation of the famous adage that we are all so tired of hearing, mostly just because it’s true: Fashion comes and goes. Style stays.

Giovanna has an undefinable allure. The essence of her style is, I think, her indestructible coolitude. (Right there, it’s definitely not a quote from Coco Chanel, but from me. That has to be my indefinable writing style.)

Her coolitude, her lovely laughter. And her irresistible smile.

Gio’, you’re simply the best! Got it now, dear editor? Off I go! bonne journée!

Translation : Tim Sullivan

Right now, my days are like pentathlons, with the hurtle jumping included, (Yesterday, I flashed the whole first row at the Givenchy show trying to get over a seat in my mini skirt) (Shame on me!), and I’m always wondering how I can get dressed in the morning to go from a professional meeting to a meeting with my therapist, from there to a shoot, to a meeting with my bike, and then a meeting at a café. And then on top of that, since my days are so long, they’re known to become nights before they’re finished.

By the end of it, I’m an unidentified fashion object.

Yesterday, at the Givenchy show, the girls were chic, laid back, sexy and happy.

I’ve already tossed a pair of ballet flats into my bag. Yes, they take up some space, but I had to have something somewhat sensible. Heels, they just aren’t made for walking. And a good pair of ballet flats, we have a tendency to forget that they can be super classy.

So I’m making a note of it : for a day in the life of the career woman (My friend Barbara always says that, and with her Italian accent, it always gets me cracking up.) (career woman, ha! what does that even mean?) so to look the part, career woman in Paris, you need: hair in your eyes + a nice t-shirt + a well tailored jacket + something short. And with that, a few tissues to keep yourself looking fresh, and suddenly you’re chic from morning ’till night. Merde! I’ve gotta be able to do this.

And that way, when I’m on my bike, I can be dreaming of a couture Givenchy dress.

And of a new pair of shoes ! Bisou !

Translation : Tim Sullivan

Saturday afternoon, I felt like a donut squished by the heat. Feet up on my coach, my fan in position three, arctic wind, and a glass of orange juice over ice being taken intravenously… and there I was, trying to get some work done.

The truth is that in a desperate attempt to find a spark of inspiration, I put on a slideshow of the Chloé collection. My mouth wide open, I dreamed of the new me I’ll be just in time for the leaves to start falling.

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