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.
– Ever since I saw Emanuelle Alt in her Marant thigh-high boots, I’VE WANTED MARANT THIGH-HIGH BOOTS. Last time, I called Carole, “Carole, I think I’m gonna have a break down over a pair of thigh-high boots.” She says to me, “Oh no! Garance, not you!” Oh yes me. She says, “Yeah, okay, they totally work sometimes, don’t they?” To Scott, “They aren’t too fashion-y are they?” He says, “Yeah, but why not? It’s good to have a super fashionable thing or two every season!” Villains! They’re playing my heart strings! Am I keeping you up to date or are you just really tired of hearing about thigh-high boots? I’d understand, oooh would I ever understand.
– Ever since I saw Taylor Tomasi wear a little coat with short sleeves to let the striped sleeves underneath show through, I’ve wanted a little coat with short sleeves to let the striped sleeves underneath show through. It was in February 20008, pretty much the same as saying the stone-age in fashion talk. Ever since, I’ve been looking. And finally, I’ve found one. It’s waiting at MaxMara. I WANT A MAXMARA COAT.
I want a woman-of-the-world clutch, a collection of cashmere sweaters, an iPhone just for the app that tells you where all the bike stations are in Paris (c’mon Garance…), some grey pants, a little gold cross (I’ve been looking for one for at least 4 years. I’m letting it be known, sending out an SOS!), a new apartment (I’ve been looking for one for 3 years, I’m letting it be known, sending out an SOS!), new white t-shirts, and a detox getaway at the Caudalie spa.
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Kids, nothing works out anymore. According to my wish-list, I’m ruined. I think I’m going to have to cross something off immediately. Hmmm… Ah! I’ve got it! The white t-shirts! Yep, poof, done! Gone. That was almost too easy. All the happiness in life in the stroke of a pen.
Okay, off we go! Big hugs! Bonne journée! And remember remember remember: Stop rampant consumerism!
Translation : Tim Sullivan