Nuit Blanche
This morning at 4:30 a.m.*, while you were all sleeping **, I was sitting in front of my suitcase, posed in a perfect Thinker by Rodin, but in leopard print boy-shorts and with a cup of coffee in hand.
dressing
Don’t think twice !
Garance : Okay, so Mélinda, tell me… You are one of the best dressed women I know. You ALWAYS know where to get the best finds in Paris… Where the hell can you find those damned studded Chloé boots from last year? WHERE!?!!? I’m desperate. Two mojitos, please.
Mélinda : Oh you just shutup. This topic is off limits. I DON’T KNOW. I was doing a little of my own detective work to find them. BUT I CAN’T FIND THEM ANYWHERE.
No, no, no. No!
From : Sophie Fontanel
Subject : garrrrrrrrrannnnnnnce!
Date : June 11 2009 11:00:45 HAEC
To : Garance Doré
Yeah, so even though I follow your life every day, I MISS YOU!
When are you coming back?
Quick question for you, I was wondering if you could bring back a pair of MBTs from New York. Size 6 1/2. I have all confidence in you for picking out the least ugly, they are pretty dreadful. But did you hear that they’re the only sneakers that tone up your tush? Ha!
Some like it hot
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.
Heart Of Glass
The first time I saw Anna with her glasses on, I almost squealed, “Anna! Where did you get those glasses?! Who made them?! Are they vintage? New? Can I try them on? If you need to get those off your hands…”
She broke out laughing and says to me that no, she’s the one who made them, that she’s coming out with a new line of glasses. They aren’t made yet, but she promised, as soon as she has them, she’ll have a pair for me.
Aaaaaaaah. Delightful.
And then after the euphoria wore off of the promise of future possession, I realize…
“Wait, how did you just up and do that? How did you just go and start your own brand? Just like one day: here I go!? Wow!”
“Yeah. I’ve always worn glasses, and so naturally, I had some ideas. I kept going with my job (Anna is a journalist for WGSN), but I always wanted to do my own thing, just for me. I have a name, Prism, my own packaging, a logo, a web-site, and there ya go! They’ll be out soon!”
I love when people just throw themselves into adventures like that. Especially when it’s friends, style friends, and when it’s done with so much class and simplicity.
Et voilà! This weekend, she came to Paris with boxes of glasses and told me I had to chose a pair. The only thing I can really tell you is that I had the hardest time. Every pair is beautiful.
I ended up picking the tortoise shell ones you see up top and then walked around all day with them (Yeaaaahhh, non-prescription lenses, we’re all a little ridiculous) and I got lots and lots and lots of compliments.
Allô ? Sexy secretary ? Oui ! C’est moi ! … I love ‘em! Thanks Anna!
Translation : Tim Sullivan
Comme un Garçon
Seated in front of my coffee, I was making my way through British Vogue. There, Alexa Chung talked about her style. She was saying that she’ll always be a tomboy and gave a Valentine Fillol-Cordier quote, “Dressing like a boy and you’ll get way further with the boys…”
I close the magazine, swallow a huge gulp of coffee and get myself ready for a shoot. Except this time, I’m the one in front of the camera. A perfect excuse to wear my feather skirt, with super high heels thrusting my body forward and a little jean jacket all adding up to a rather spectacular result. I’m thinking that off in the distance, in the urban jungle, you could easily enough confuse me with an ostrich.
dIy dAy !
It all started because of my Marant jogging pants which have now become an international catastrophe. From Paris to New York, seven hours on Air France’s seat 456A stuck between two babies slobbering all over me, I still haven’t taken them off, and all my friends are saying I look cooler than cool and so I’m really never going to take them off. I’m blissful in my comfort and the cool attitude that comes with ‘em. And what was my life goal? Be cool, not a fool!
Tracy
I love sitting on steps and having coffee with her. I love her short pixie hair, her natural grace, and her good-student side that’s just waiting for an excuse to kid around.
Tracy is Scott’s assistant, and not just by some coincidence. Before every fashion week, she picks out all her outfits, asks my opinion and shows me her sources of inspiration. She never ceases to impress me. First of all, it’s just how much she enjoys doing all this. And then it’s how her outfits are always just right, well put-together. And last but not least, I just love how she finds most of her clothes in vintage shops.
And then I love this one thing about her, and it’s harder to put your finger on, it’s that Tracy’s wardrobe is perfect for her age. It’s so stupid to say that. I’m the first person who thinks that when it comes to style, the key is to do what you want. But maybe I bring this up just because it reminds me of… well… it reminds me of me!
I started to wear heels really late, and didn’t quite step into my femininity until not too long ago. And even if today I get a lot of pleasure out of being put together head-to-toe, and from time to time out doing even myself and buying some luxury item, back when I was 20, I just wanted to be cool.
Cool, cool, cool, fresh and fashionable, all at the same time. Bonne journée!
Translation : Tim Sullivan
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?
