You’ve gotta imagine a Saint-Tropez filled with stylish girls. The first day, they would all head to K-Jacques and Rondini (including me). The second day, they would painfully experiment with the rising prices in the touristy parts of town (including me, again –> how are you going to try to sell me a pair of Alexander Wang shoes at double their price – 1000 euros). And the third day, they’d finally find happiness in an amazing thrift-shop, the Marché du Marin.

Can you imagine the atmosphere of a showroom during fashion week ? Well, the day I got there, it was exactly the same. Mademoiselle Agnès wasn’t the only one here: she’s got Emmanuelle Alt and Carine Roitfeld with her who are all happily vintage-shoppin’-it-up for their whole family, surrounded by lots of other stylists and fashion people. I didn’t take photos because I’m no paparazzi — except to get Agnès, who was just about on her knees for these too-cool shorts and wanted to show them to me.

Yep. So you’ll have to take my word for it when I tell you that doing your shopping next to Emmanuelle Alt is hell. It’s like she has an antenna for awesome outfits. Every time I saw something that could potentially interest me, from afar, by the time I got there, she would already have it in her hands. This big faded pink fleece sweater, for example. Or this grandpa shirt. Or this awesomely shiny marine vest. Pffffff.

FRUSTRATION! I let it go and promised myself I’d be back the next day, alone, far from any fashion intimidation.

The next day, I pillaged and plundered. And I usually hate vintage stuff in general but it’s like they opened up a treasure chest just for me :

- The clothes smelled good.
- The selection was incredible. Nothing overly stupid or too-much, a big section just for vintage marine wear, but done tastefully. There were also a few lacy things and college sweat-shirts, leather bags, but all was already sifted through. You didn’t have to spend three days to find something which is exactly what drives me nuts in most vintage laces.
- Reasonable prices.
- And then on top of all that, the shop was super cute.

Why isn’t there any places like this in Paris?

PS = THIS IS MY NEW IT-BAG ALL FOR MYSELF. YOU LIKE IT? YOU’D BETTER CAUSE I’VE BEEN CARRYING IT AROUND SINCE WEDNESDAY.

Le Marché Du Marin, 4 Avenue Foch 83990 Saint-Tropez.

Translation : Tim Sullivan

Cut off in the middle of my joy-fest heading toward the airport to head off to Tokyo, here I am today sending you a post right from my dear living room. No arigatos to be said!
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It’s true that Emmanuelle Alt is mysterious. … That she’s beautiful, so Paris and responsible for some of my most favorite fashion moments, whether it’s from a series of photos, a collaboration with a designer, or simply one of her outfits.

I love her style. I love that one of the biggest stylists of our generation is so unique in her simplicity. And she’s been like that for a while now ! It definitely hit me one day. I was perusing around on Fashion Spot, and I found this :

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Yeah okay, t-shirts are all good and well. But what if you started wondering what you’ll be wearing come winter? After I got back to Paris and had a night of about 72 hours of sleep, I stuck my nose outside and I definitely felt it. There’s a cool breeze out there. Yep yep, early in the morning, in the shade, it’s chilly.

So now it’s high time for me to get out my little notebook, my wish-list for autumn, which, I am convinced, will bedazzle you as much for its originality as for its realism. Aaaah Garance, your originality bedazzles us just as much your realism.

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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.

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Here’s a question for you, folks. What do you think these three silhouettes share in common? Go ahead, take a look.

And don’t be afraid to say whatever’s on your mind. I’m pretty good at it, fact is, it’s my favorite pastime.

EDIT AT EXACTLY 12 NOON : Time’s up. (I don’t want you to miss your lunch because you still haven’t solved this intriguing mystery). So, the answer is: RICK OWEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNSSSSSSS!!!

Thanks for your participation. Great game, everyone. You all played very well. To those who said, “Rick Owens, of course”; to those who immediately noticed something very special about the cut and drape of the garments; and to those who simply said, “I WANT ONE!”, I believe we all understand why this brilliant designer is favored by fashion editors, models and stylish (not to mention, moneyed) girls alike.

When in Paris, I encourage you to pay a little visit to his shop at the Palais Royal where his life-size wax figure bids you welcome and bespeaks of his incredible and unique personality. Bonne journée!!!

Translation : Magali Eva Suárez.