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.
illustration
What else ?
At the time I’m writing to you, I’m sprawled out on my couch, bundled up in a sweater and tights. AND I HATE TIGHTS.
Happy New Year !!!
Aaaaaaaand… Happy New Year!!!
I really missed you guys, and I’m super excited to get back to you with:
- Lots of new resolutions from the 31st that I wasted no time breaking on the first. Don’t ask me why I still go for the resolutions, the whole New Years thing has a huge effect on me.
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.
Be Cool
Sunday, 8:45 p.m. : I’m in front of the Espace Pierre Cardin. All my cocktail dresses and favorite outfits are lost unto forever and I have nothing at all to wear, but I could care less, I’ve got my backup Jane Birkin style with my white button-down from ‘82, I should even carry around a wicker basket to top off my look. And look at that, I even found some earrings in the pockets. Pffff. So. Classy.
