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Oh no.
Oh man. I was doing a shoot yesterday* for a summer style story**, and right there in the middle of a stall of gargantuan shoes, I saw them.
The Limits of Control
So… Traveling is good, and to be stylish while doing it, even better, but what’s left of my style after two long weeks of hotel rooms ? …It’s simple, it’s a total mess. Continuer »
Oh Garance, you’re SO shallow!
NYC, Sunday the 20th, 12:00 p.m., Welcome to Wordpress Garance! You have 1 comment awaiting approval:
Deborah: Oh Garance, you’re SO shallow. This world is crazy in the head. Fashion, fashion, fashion. I mean, really, where is all that fashion gonna get you?
Made In Paris
I lived in the south of France for a longtime. The weather was beautiful. I was young. I was in love. I had a scooter, amazing friends, and all was well. I tore through tons of magazines. I loved fashion, but it still felt a bit far.
Stolen Beauty
There are times in life when you just need to indulge a little, don’t you think?
When you’re a little manhandled by too-short nights for example, or when you’ve got cheeks worn out from doing air kisses, and when your brain is on strike from talking about skirt lengths in a million different languages without speaking even one of them properly.
“In short, when you become an exhausted, hypocritical, vain and stupid creature, that’s when it’s high time to do yourself some good,” I said to myself sipping down my 12th cup of coffee.
Front Row ! Flash ! Blop ! Wiiiz !
Oh man, these fashion weeks are going by in a blink. I’m already in Milan! But I gotta keep you up to date on the last developments in London. A little synopsis of everything lived, done, and heard between the start of the Burberry show and just before leaving the after-party, completely drunk at…
9 p.m.
You don’t change out a winning team. Yeah fine, have your fun Alexa.
-A funny thing happened to me: my seat at the show was right behind Anna Wintour. So besides being able to sift through every pore of her most serene skin, I could gaze at, right there infront of me, Alexa C., Frida P., Mary Kate O., Liv T., Emma W., Gwyneth P., and Posh S.
-What does everyone do before a megastarred show? You tweet. Okay, except for me, my Blackberry is way too small. So just to blend in, I tweet orally.
-Overheard –> Gwyneth Paltrow to Anna Wintour [Just an FYI, It was Gwyneth who got up to go say hello to Anna. Ha, everything in its right place.], “Anna, I’m so happy to see you. Your last movie was so amaaaaazing!!”
- And no, I didn’t have my camera. I had to make a choice : thigh high boots or camera. So thigh highs it was. To make up for it, I thought I’d give you photos of my three favorite socialites. With always a special love shout-out to my dear Alexa, who’s always a ray of sunlight, really, the coolest girl on earth. And Dree Hemingway, just… wow.
- Wow… In her Zara shirt. And of course, as you wouldn’t expect less from me, I made may way over to the nearest Zara to try it on. No idea why, but it didn’t fall on me the same way.
- Anna W., according to Gwyneth P., will soon be Oscared up!
- The thing about my Stella McCartney tight high boots (yep)(no but seriously girl)(ok, I’ll tell you about ‘em), is that they come up so high that everyone picks up my skirt to see just how high they go. Next time, I’m wearing smiley panties.
shadows
All sunglasses look good on me. I’m serious. You can test me on this if you want. All of them, no exceptions.
When I try out a pair of sunglasses, this is what I get all the time, “Oh! Mademoiselle! It’s amazing how great those look on you.” To that, I raise a proud eyebrow and say:
“Okay, so I’m just going to stop you right there: all sun glasses look good on me. Can we quit with the praises of my perfect little oval please and concentrate a little more on the model here. Tell me: you got anything new?
control freaks
Swimsuit Alex Wang, glasses Cutler & Gross
We were all seated in candlelight, close together, shoulders touching, eyes wide open, hanging on every word of our dear bachelorette’s lips whom we had forced to tell us her entire love story from the beginning with not a detail missing.
The tension was palpable. We were just getting to the meaty part of the story, if you know what I mean, the suspense and the romance were so thick, you could have cut them with a knife. In our hearts, violins were soaring… Well, okay, at least I imagine so.
Géraldine says, “My heart was beating so fast. I was trembling. The tension was unimaginable… But I was so happy because I knew he was the guy. We left the restaurant and right then and there, rain. An unbelievable storm, and I didn’t know what to think anymore. It was good, it was, but I was lost, because…”
And right then, and I swear this happened!!! A good dozen or so voices yell out in chorus:
“…because you were afraid of the frizzies!”
Géraldine was aghast, and then everyone just burst into laughter.
No but really, girls, sometimes we really are something.
Translation : Tim Sullivan
comme sur une balançoire
Welcome. Welcome. Come one, come all into my private life. Welcome to the moment where I fling myself, buck naked down to my cold cold heart even in the bleak midwinter, with all the grace and lightness I can muster a few minutes after my alarm has gone off. Welcome to this moment where I fling myself and touch down on…
