In terms of city bags, there are a many schools of thought.
From the most comfortable to the almost impossible to wear :
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The backpack : It’s so ugly it’s beautiful, you wouldn’t understand.
The Epitome : That padded Chanel bag with two giant gold Cs, on loan from the 80s, they don’t make it anymore, which makes it even more trendy. (Personal note = Violaine, whenever you can send me that list of words that you are forbidden in your magazine, that’d be great. I think I’m gonna need it. And if you have any suggestions as to how to replace them, I’ll need those too.)
Ok, so in short… Practical, yes, but too trendy for me.
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Publié par Garance, le jeudi 24 juin 2010
Dans dressing, illustration
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.
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Publié par Garance, le jeudi 7 janvier 2010
Dans c'est ma vie
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.
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Publié par Garance, le mardi 8 septembre 2009
Dans dressing, photo
On inauguration day of the first New York TopShop, a funny little coincidence had me working just down the street at eight in the morning.
So I had a prime position to see the family-reunion of the hysterical yet poised fashion kids forming, wearing t-shirts that said Black Sabbath, or rebel, Never look back, or motherf***er, all quietly arranged one behind the other waiting for their turn to pick over this world of mass shopping.
Oh oui. This story is making me into quite the snob.
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Publié par Garance, le jeudi 9 avril 2009
Dans c'est ma vie, dressing, illustration
