Yesterday morning, I had my breakfast at Jade’s house. We were talking about how military is now trendy, how to recycle stuff, shop second-hand, and how to wear it all. We got out all of Jade’s parkas. Marie came over and we dressed her up.

And then we were wondering if it was a little weird, you know, like why is there a military trend? Here’s what we said:

Chris, very guyish : On girls, it’s sexy, but not on guys.

Jade, very intellectual: Wait wait, are we crossing the line a little with the whole military thing?

Marie, always joking: I’m all for it! I love order!

Me, very fashionista: Yeah, okay, military trend, I get it. But with some lace. It’s gotta be subtile.

Jade, to wrap it up: Yeah, it’s okay… For G.I. Joe!

So in the end, I’m not quite sure what to think. The only thing I know for sure is that I love the color khaki… And that Jade has a really trendy fan.

PS: Marie is wearing army/navy surplus and a lace top, one of Jade’s creations. Bonne journée!

Translation : Tim Sullivan.

During my time in LA, I went to visit Jessica and brought you back a few photos. Can you believe they call this winter in California?…

To see more of her work, go check Jessica’s website, here. Bisou !

Translation : Tim Sullivan.

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.

What did I see?

Oh but yes, that is the question.

Hmmmm.

Just wait…

Think about it at least two seconds!

So what we will first criticize, and then hate, and then give a second glance, and then reconsider, and then finally steal from all the stores and no one will be able to find them anywhere anymore: clogs.

Clogs!

Red, black, neon, with heels, with clasps, minimalist, sophisticated, with a mustache, there was one for every taste. Only thing they had in common? Their wooden soles and their… Grrrrr… Their return to the farm look that grrrrr…. I’m not into at all, but really, not at all. The worst is still the clogs with heels. I’d rather a clog with a mustache than a clog with heels.

No.

No!

No, clogs, vade retro clogs, you’re too ugly. I don’t want anything to do with you.

I’m not going to give in. I’m staying right here. You aren’t for me. No, not even you little Céline clog. No, not you either, don’t even ask you weirdo Miu Miu clog. And not even you camelia-ized Chanel. And even you, Vuitton monogrammed clog, you’re just too grotesque for me, looking like you do, I’d call you high-art, à la Marc.  Okay, away you go! Out!

Okay, so what do you think, with this kind of determination, you think I’ll make it all the way to spring without a pair of clogs?

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* Yep, it’s me with a team of 10 people. What’s this boss thing? It’s crazzzzzy. You ask for something and then bam, they bring it to you. Starbucks anyone?

** What happens when you’re shooting a model in a floral mini-dress in the middle of January in a SNOW STORM? NOOOOOTHING good.

*** What happens when you open up suitcases full of outfits from next season? ENVYYYYYYY.

PS : Sorry about the illustration, but you won’t have me draw a pair of clogs. No. Not yet.

Translation : Tim Sullivan.

Last October, a few hours after the Chanel show, I ran into Dree Hemingway on the Rue St. Honoré.  She still had one of the tattoos drawn on the models in the show.

She was wearing black from head to toe and I liked this little detail around her wrist. It topped off her outfit. And it was as if Karl had marked all his women before letting them lose about town.

A few days ago I found out that these tattoos were going to be commercialized in the Chanel boutiques. Yep. Karl and his team are pure marketing geniuses. After giving every it-girl on the planet a 2.55 until it became THE must-have bag for every self-respecting girl (I’m not a self-respecting girl. I don’t have one.)(That doesn’t mean I don’t want one, oooooh noo.)(In all of us, there is an it-girl who would looove to make an album with Beck.), and now they’re going to bring less bulging wallets into their stores. A little like Marc Jacobs with his Marc by Marc shops, that smell a little like plastic but are never ever empty. And it serves to create a strong bond with the brand from a young age.

Pure market genius. So, Chanel temporary tattoos, anyone?

Translation : Tim Sullivan.

PS : Chanel sent me a note to tell me that the creator of these tattoos is Peter Philips.

To finish out the week, here’s a video I made with Chris of the Givenchy Couture show. I send you all big hugs!

Translation : Tim Sullivan.

I hate having my picture taken. Especially posed shots for magazines where we have to explain in a picture what I do with my life. Like show that I take pictures, do illustrations, that I like style and joking around. And of course always, I have to have a computer in hand.

In general, it’s always pretty much a photo of me surrounded by outfits, with my camera in one hand, my computer in the other, and paint brushes in my mouth and all while jumping in the air because wahoooo! I’m funny! Pffff…. So depressing.

I get it. I have a new kind of profession. But I mean like, c’mon, are we going to make Michael Jordan pose with a basketball or something? Yes? Oh…. Wait, really?

So the day that David Burton called me and asked to take my photo for Interview magazine, I told him hang on, I’ll call you right back, I’ve got a really important call on the other line and I hung up. I put the phone down calmly, and then I screeched with joy. I love David Burton. And Interview is one of my Top 3 favorite magazines. Yeeeeeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Once I calmed myself down, I called him back.  “Yes, hello? Sorry David, I’m SOOOO busy.

Here’s what’s funny: David didn’t ask me to bring my laptop for the shoot, nor my camera, not a paint brush, not even my outfits. He actually asked me to bring nothing at all. But like really, NOTHING.

“Would you be comfortable doing a semi-nude?”

And then… I heard myself answer:

“Yes. No problem.”

What was going through my head right then? Nothing, in fact. It was the first time I’ve been asked that. I love the photographer. You only live once. Actually, I was excited. I thought I was somewhat prudish, but then I realized that we really do learn something new about ourselves each day. And I mean damn. For once there’ll be a picture of a style blogger without putting a mountain of outfits around her with a computer in hand. So hey, I can’t complain.

Okay, we started talking. He wanted to do something a little softer*. We decided together on a white shirt. It’s okay, Mama, you can leave Interview on the coffee table.

The day of the shoot was so awesome. It’s amazing how a good photographer makes you feel good, protects you and gives you motivation.

So that’s how I found myself in little panties and a shirt with red lipstick, a fan and flashes pointing at me, feeling super comfortable in my body and taking breaks like a superstar because when it comes down to it, I hate getting my picture taken.

Maybe it’s time for a career change. Hey Dita, do you give classes by any chance?

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* And I was so ready to show the Full Monty, I unfortunately will have to disappoint. I want my money back!

PS : You can read the interview here.

Do you remember ? Here and here. See you later !

It’s cool to observe the coming-and-going of style inspiration. Today, I braided my hair on the side without even thinking about, just because why not?

When I ran into Giorgia with the exact same hair-style, I really thought something was up.

And then I remembered the Alexander Wang show. I loved his collection and the hair-styles were so crazy wild. So much so that I found myself waiting for the models to come up so I could take their picture.

Cool cool cool! Seeing as having super beautiful hair is one of my resolutions for the year, I think gathering up ideas for hair styles would definitely help me transform my bad-hair days (all too frequent) into good hairdo-days (Is there a good way of saying that in French? Jour de bonne coiffure?  Oh goodness, that sounds so bad!)

So what do we think today is…? Hold on, lemmie check.

Errrrrrrrrg.  BAD HAIR DAY.

Here we go! Braids! Big hugs!

Translation : Tim Sullivan

There’s something really interesting going on in style in Florence. It’s a place called Luisa. It’s is a multi-designer boutique that’s been on the Via Roma for two generations. When you get inside, you find a very distilled selection featuring edgy designers and couture pieces to fall for. It’s not exactly what you’d expect from the Florentine cliental, really chic but not exactly ready-to-wear like à la Mark Fast or anything. So… What’s the secret?

Luisa’s secret is it’s online store, Luisa Via Roma. The site is a good example of internet success. It’s known by fashionistas the world over. Voilà. I’m not going to write you a thesis, but I think it’s cool that the internet brings style to life outside of the world capitals.

So quick. There I am, blissing out on Manish Arora’s awesomely flashy collection when I see a tall thin girl, wearing blood-red patterned tights and boots that exist somewhere between thigh-high land and Wonderland, and I think to myself that her insane view on style reminds of me something.

And then suddenly I recognize her: It’s the same girl I saw on that London train wearing sex-shop garb.

Et voilà! Ania is the assistant buyer for Luisa Via Roma, Silvano. She has the coolest style, body conscious and fun, always with a detail that’s “a little too much.” A little too bright, patterned, or clashy. I love that she’ll put it together with some chic sportswear.

You know what though, she’s a little more toned down in these photos than usual. But she told me we’re in for a treat during fashion week… And that’s she definitely going to let loose! And are you going to have your dog with you as well? Cool!

Translation : Tim Sullivan