One great thing about living in Paris is that you get to meet some wacky people. One of my closest friends is called Chloé. I say she’s from what is known as ‘Les incompetents’…(Okay so I’m a Home and alone die hard fan – SUE ME). She’s crazy, doesn’t give a cows crap and never afraid to play with trends.
Her leggings remind me of our better Twiggy days were life in colour was the life to endeavor.
(Taken from NIBS)
Something which is most definitely rare to see in Paris! Walking down the road, you’d be extremely lucky to see oranges, reds or greens. But she is definitely a breath of fresh air. She doesn’t believe in buying anything new (unless on sale) – Most definitely the way to go forward and you can always catch her rummaging through piles of clothes at the nearest vintage store. Her waistcoat reminds me of the 60’s where all things hippie and denim was on page one of the fashion bible.
(taken from Sports chump)
Her stereotypically French beret we found on a tiny market stall for €3 and with the brooch thrown in you can never go wrong. And that’s why I love her style –the key word being HER. She didn’t take ten years umm-ing and ahhh-ing on whether she should buy the hat and then wear it the same day – She threw it on without a care in the world knowing that her style was the right style!
Another great thing about roaming the streets of Paris is that around every vintage corner you’re bound to see members of the ‘bourgeois’ community. Boy oh boy did these guys look beautiful! Shame I didn’t catch their names :-(
I’m sure you’ll be seeing many photos of me’ French BFF, she’s a mélange of different eras.
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