Sunday, 4 pm, at the airport: Coming home again, happy, drunk on Spanish sun, I’m waiting for my suitcase having coffee and reading Elle. I’ve been waiting a while but no worries, I’m in an unbreakably good mood.
4:32 : Still waiting… Unbreakable, I said, an unbreakably good mood.
An inspiring fashion editorial is a surge of inspiration. It’s like when I was 12 and I’d tear through my mom’s fashion magazines. I’d find a universe that transported me, a girl I suddenly wanted to be, a story that excited me that I saw myself a part of.
Except at the time, the name of the photographers were written really small on the edge, and the stylists were barely ever even listed. Luckily now, their work is far more recognized.
I loved the editorial in September’s Vogue. And it’s no surprise that it was by Anastasia Barbieri.
This editorial, it’s pure Anastasia. The masculine wardrobe, the relaxed femininity, the subtle touches, precious accessories… And a strong personality.
So there, and now, Anastasia, you wanna give me your Margiela suit? Maybe?
Herumf, no worries, I love you anyway!
Big hugs, bonne journée!
Translation : Tim Sullivan
Saturday morning, freaked out by my skin being completely washed-out, I decided it was time to take immediate action. No time to get an appointment with the dermotologist. No time to stop and think two seconds about my diet the past two weeks consisting of only choclate and coffee.
There are certain details that transcend simple fashion. The tendency, and I don’t know what you think about this, but it often startles me. Each piece of clothing tells a precise story, comprehensible, legible by people like me.
I remember well the first time I did some shots of thigh-high boots. They gave me a weird first impression. I found them beautiful and trashy at the same time. But it was so smooth the way they were worn that they remained a fond memory.
And then when I saw these Margiela thigh-highs on Carine Roitfeld, it was the unrelanting chicness with which she wore them that got me.
At the same time, Carine, it’s a little bit like the incarnation of porn chic, remember the 90s, Tom Ford, Gucci, bikini wax in the form of a G? Not too appalling after all.
I started slowly digesting the trend, slowly but surely getting a few pictures. And then I saw a whole bunch on the runway, Rodarte had some, Rick Owens, Stella McCartney, Isabel Marant, Alaïa… And in a way all its own, Prada. And then I starting seeing them on some of my favorite stylists.
So I said okay, yeah, it’s here now and it’ll be around, but never just everyday street wear. They’re still pretty darn hard to wear all day!
Couldn’t be, but then yes. Here’s a pair of thigh-highs worn in the most natural way in the world. It’s funny, I don’t finally these in the least bit trashy. Just nouveau, super sexy, and incredibly beautiful!
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Otherwise, I wanted to give you the heads up that I’ll be speaking at a conference/debate this Tuesday, the 24th at the Grand Palais in Paris. I’ll be surrounded by Fabienne Falluel, Anne-Valérie Hash and Guillaume Erner (Wow!).
The theme? Fashion : fleeting cult or the quest for timelessness*
Oh man. I get the feeling I’m going to be spending the entire weekend going over my notes…
So right quick, you can get in for free if you care to come check it out. Just send a confirmation to Elizabeth Poste-Vinay at this address: mardis@grandplais.fr. For more info, click on Continue.
I would be entirely too pleased to meet all of you! Bisou have a great weekend!
Translation : Tim Padraic Sullivan
*La mode : culte de l’éphémère ou recherche de l’intemporel?
Girls, I did it.
It all started one day in December. I was in the middle of explaining to three girlfriends how dealing with my beautician makes me pull my hair out, but like, literally. How she was talking too much telling me she wasn’t feeling well, and that she didn’t like the Chanel show, which really, that’s enough in it of itself to compromise the foundation of our relationship. You don’t diss the Chanel show.
And then I look up and right there in front of me, three astonished faces, six eyes wide-open and three gaping mouths.
Around the time I was into playing GI Joe, she was already trying on our mom’s heels.
My sister and I have always been different from each other. I feel like I’m just starting to find my own style while she already knew what she wanted ever since she was twelve—beautiful things, sky-high heels, precious jewels…. She never balked at paying for her whims and working hard to get them. Even at a very young age.
Imagine how much that annoyed the rebellious me, in my baggy jeans and beat-up Converse shoes. I was still a bungling, gawky, adolescent while she already was a perfume-wearing young lady smelling of Shiseido’s ‘Feminité du Bois’.
Much as Laetitia, despite her 5 ft. 9 in. frame… Happens to be my little sis.
Like most sisters, we’ve had our fair share of ugly fights and explosive arguments around the house that everybody in the family remembers quite well. It hasn’t always been perfect between us. Yet, we had a lot of fun in each other’s company.
Yes, it would be easy to imagine otherwise since she’s a sophisticated lot…
But she’s by far, the funniest girl I know.
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Sexy Glamour party at The Box! Cant wait for the Ting Tings!
Fri Feb 10 21:54
Such a cute look! At Suno #nyfw
Fri Feb 10 20:58
