“Garance, have you ever tried a juice cleanse?” Sophie.
Hi Sophie ! I have never tried… Ok, so what is a juice cleanse?
Vintage Post / My Red
Today, I want to republish – and to have it translated in english for the first time ! – that text I wrote in …2007. Kisses and have a wonderful sunday!
My mission on Wednesday, in preparation for an incredibly promising party, was to find the most amazing red lipstick.
After getting slapped in the face with freezing sleet, I ended up at Sephora looking sooo good, if I may say so myself: dripping, pale as a ghost, rather haggard like the girl who just came back from battling the elements, trying to project her fancy purse more than her physical well-being, as there are things that are just more important than ridicule and survival, as you all know.
I head straight toward a shopgirl who seemed pleasant enough, and I confided in her exactly what I needed: I’m looking for a red lipstick. No tint of blue, no orange, a red red, please and thank you.
I ended up seated on some kind of platform where everyone could admire my frightening state of disrepair. The shopgirl, Martha, looked at my lips with the eyes of an inquisitor.
“You need a leeep scrub.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, I know. You don’t know what I just lived through to get here.”
“Goood. I’ma do you a base.”
“Are you Italian? I love Italy!”
“No. I recommend for you this and this and this and this. I do your makeup. Don’t move.”
“You think that goes well with my complexion? Huh…”
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“And Foilà: a leeep scrub, a leeep base, a leeep-liner, a leeepsteeke, and I tell you get these makeup removers for leeps. Gooodbye!” Wink.
You want me to pay 100 euros when all I wanted was lipstick, Martha?
I give her back her little wink, and summon all the courage I can. I leave everything right there on the desk, hold my jacket up to cover my face, avoiding the glaring eyes of Martha under the bright lights of Sephora and sneak out.
I ended up finding my leeepsteeeke right below my apartment, at a little pharmacy for a tenth of the price of that whole leeep arsenal.
And I gotta tell you, it looks good on meeeeee!
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Working Girl
I’m freelan… An entrepreneur. Okay, I’d like to think that I’m still freelance, but when you look at what I posted last week, it’s clear things have really changed. And since three many of you asked, here’s…
24 hours in the life of a Garance Doré, 2012 edition.
Vintage Post / 20,000 Leagues under my Pride
Today, I want to republish – and to have it translated in english for the first time ! – that text I wrote in …2007 about the sales in Paris. I can’t believe I still have that scarf :-)
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At the time this post is being written, I’m drowning in a sea of Rykiel pants that retrace the past 20 years of fashion, everything from its proudest moments to its most obscure. This is the opening of the Paris sample sales where the only thing missing is the present, which is to say, this winter’s collection, which I dream about night and day.
I still lug around a bag full of at least three pairs of 6ers*, a long cardigan that my friend Nina says is journeying from hell to heaven, striped, of course, and a whole bunch of happy happy Rykieleries that I plan to slip on as soon as I get them paid for.
Is Fashion That Crazy ? And Is This Why We Love It ?
Have you seen It’s a Brad Brad World? What’d you think?
What? You don’t know Brad? Don’t worry, it’s not a problem. I’ll catch you up.
Brad G is the former assistant stylist to Rachel Zoe. Rachel Zoe is a stylist to the stars (say it like you mean it), who, thanks to her reality TV show, has become more famous than the stars she styles.
Vintage Post: 24 Hours in the Life of a Freelancer
Today, I want to republish – and to have it translated in english for the first time ! – that text I wrote in …2007 about my life as a free lancer. You’ll see that I was totally lazy my working methods have changed drastically !
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I’m freelance so I work a lot at home. How else would I be able to blog at the weirdest hours of the day? What? You blog from work ? Noooooooo…
Luckily for me, my cat gets up early. Right at the crack of dawn, I’m pulled out of bed by my gross gracious hungry feline. I put on some old jogging pants elegant and casual outfit, I drink an espresso a fresh squeezed OJ, and make a nice little breakfast looking at my e-mail out at the sea.
After pillaging the magazine rack down the block doing some yoga, I fall asleep in the bath take an enlivening shower; I dry off looking through some blogs at my planner. For hours later, totally guilt ridden with a sense of accomplishment, I make a few phone calls.
High & Dry
My friends, I’ve discovered the most amazing thing and I know what you’re going to tell me:
Seriously, we’ve been telling you about it for the past 12,000 years. Where have you been, Garance?
Well, It all started when I lopped off all my hair.
Happy New Year!
I’m wishing you a most wonderful 2012. Did you have fun New Year’s Eve?
This year, I only made one resolution, but it’s so granola I’m not sure I’m gonna tell you…
Wait, whaddya mean granola?
