Isabel Marant Is Toujours All About The Girl


Is there anything sexier than a woman feeling good in her own skin? Not to show off or something, but to rather throw herself a little party on her own for herself, in her own soul, as she walks, speaks, laughs?

This is precisely what Isabel Marant stands for and does it with such an ease! Just like the ease she wishes for the ladies to have when in her patterns. Well, salut, Isabel! A girl might not know who Isabel Marant is, but a girl will, most certainly, feel something genuine, honest, yet twistedly sexy the moment she will put a piece of Marant’s design on.

It might be about the French je ne sais quoi or about her enthusiastic smile.

Her full presence in the moment of present.

When a lady wears her design, it will not ever be about the design only. It will be about the girl. The woman. Because Isabel seems to toujours think from our perspectives – of the ladies’ – through herself.

“Now what would make me feel cool and sexy?” 

“Hmm, let’s see. A little bit of waist, a ruffle here, a ruffle there, a little bit of edge… Yes, let’s put some glitter on! Ooh-la-la! Party, oui! J’aime le party!”

“This ’80s spirit, oui!”

“It’s in fashion, it’s current, yet me, yet timeless!” 

“I could pass this on to my daughter!”

“C’est trés cool!”

“C’est magnifique!”

And very down to earth at the same time. As opposed to Isabel’s monologue above totally made up.

It’s not just models walking on the catwalk, us awing at the sight of them, sighing, seizing the art and then putting it on some pedestal or something and sigh some more. It’s us seeing them clothes, wanting them, knowing there is maybe the slightest possibility of us having them and already imagining ourselves dancing in them.

Anywhere, anytime, anyhow.

Because why would anyone want clothes that one wouldn’t be able to dance in? Marant is not a lover of tights – wonder why? – but will, certainement, make the ladies look not only hot, but elegant, yet comfortable and sexy by some endless legs, cinched waists, ease in movement and slouchy proportions (surprisingly, oui).

Spring is here so it takes something truly outstanding to make oneself dream of anything that is going to happen starting Fall sort of speaking, since it is the Fall/Winter 2017 trends we’re talking here about. In Paris, #pfw. It makes us to look forward to Fall – you thought this quoi would never be possible! – and to crave for Paris.

But Fall is far, far away. We could meet up in Paris until then, wear high wasted trousers and carry some glittery socks in our pockets for the fun nights in our glittery sandals.

Is anyone having a celebration on their own now, too? For the glittery trend which is trés welcome to be #trending right now. Some of us might have been having a blast wearing the glitter all along, but now, oh, now we have the excuse – if we ever needed one! – for now it’s certified. Chin-chin!

And if, by now, socks under sandals might have been a necessity in order to stay warm, now socks under sandals are definitely a trend. Tout à fait, Isabel made it official. She knows it. She feels it.

She’s a lady – playing – just like us.



In a world where your true self, most beautiful self, is going to not only wear the prettiest clothes, but also dance till sunrise.

In Paris?

#pfw These Boots Weren’t Made Just For Walking Oh No. No, No, No, No, No, No, No!

It is Anthony Vacarello‘s second collection with Saint Laurent during Paris Fashion Week and it is the second time around that all the girls freak out over a specific item straight from the runway, creating a fuss very well previously planned by the marketing department.

This is a thing brands started to do lately, have you noticed? Working on a single piece that will blow up the internet and not necessarily from the sales’ point of view, but rather of the name, oh! The name is on the lips of every fashionista.

The pieces? More on the lips than on the body.

The heart from s/s ’17 was somewhere around 10k, the boots from f/w ’17 have to be somewhere in the near vicinity. Of euros that is. But after the previous “somewheres”, here come the “anywheres”. Because you could go almost anywhere wearing them.

People around you will be so amazed by them, that you will be able to – in fact! – wear the boots with your pajamas and no one will tell anything anyway. Because here comes the anything and the anyway. You must literally don’t give a fuck while wearing these boots. The model wearing them doesn’t fo sho’. Give a fuck.

She seems not to care too much about wearing them, either. Which is pretty sad – considering- but maybe she’s not that fond of the styling and that’s why the face. I would – probably, the slightest probability of the “probably” itself – be the same if I were to wear this motha’ fuckin’ boots and then the most boring skinny, shiny (and leathery?) jeans along with a silver, shimmering sweater to match my… My, my! Disco boots?! Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no.

But maybe she just doesn’t give a fuck. She has the boots (even if just for 10 minutes, not 10k) and the rest is… Whatever! Because here comes a “whatever”, too.

And an anyhow. Anyhow, these boots are made for dancing. You can not wear them boots and not dance.

My mind is dancing as we speak now. See? This is the effect this kind of clothes and shoes have on oneself. It makes one’s eyes roll and take the shape of the heart. Precisely the shape of the former Saint Laurent “it” piece.

Eat the heart and dance.

Wear the the heart, be the heart!


Just dance!

Meet the flamenco dancer emoji’s challenger.


Thumbs up to you, too!

What did this gorgeous woman just do, right?

Can you imagine? My imagination is running wild as we speak. I mean the va-va-voom on her and the universe around her. Her OZ around her, you know?

People from cars watching her and not getting it (and her not giving a fuck). Neither the mood, neither her. Look at the guy in the car. He’s like “Dafaq?“, but has no idea that she could turn his world upside down. Or, at least, shake the bubble he’s used to living in and maybe break it and make him get out of it and into a whole new universe. OZ.

Her smile, air, run, coat (dress?) seem to be all part of a Snapchat filter. You have to, first, levitate and, only after succeed in doing so, the filter recognises your face and body and – boom! – you have a snap!

This snap.

I mean, those glasses must have come from Snapchat. They look like from another planet (she might be an alien, you know) or directly from a surgeon’s face (and she has just saved one’s life). Or maybe she just won the biking marathon.

Either way, she rocks and no filter in the world could stop her. One could be dressed in literally anything with an attitude like that! It is called style. All thumbs up for you, groovy lady!


Fall 2016 Haute Couture. Bisous! Fromage.

Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten.

You know?

And precisely when I just thought I was over it and a few days have passed since it anyway, I woke up to my Instagram feed and Instagram prioritises have changed (alike mine). They, firstly, show you friends’ morning faces, Monday moods, wishes for the world and, only secondly, they show you not-your friends (but kinda in the friend zone) showing off their work. And I had to stalk them in order for them to “grow” in my feed.

#fwp is so close to #pfw, it scares me.

The Fall 2016 Couture Fashion week à Paris, évidemment, has just wrapped up. Shortly after the made-to-measure Spring 2017 menswear week has. The so called menswear, since it is actually for us, too, the ladies, to love and wear. No? Men could just wear the t-shirt we have just slept in the night before and we would be just fine with it. No?

With couture, tho, oh! Menswear, womenswear, we love them couture. Haute couture. Haute, haute! 

Pierre Alexandre Claudius Balmain described the art of dressmaking as “the architecture of movement”. To me, clothes need to have sort of personality of their on on me or one that blends with mine. I could not wear clothes that wouldn’t make me feel like myself. Couture, though, “oh!”, so myself! Jees, I am kidding, but I absolutely adore the passion one can observe in the bright light. Or at night. Ha.

To be able to wear couture, one should feel couture. As in high. Sky high. Thigh high. And let the love be made from inside out on one. Inside – one. Out – couture. On one – one’s body. And dance. And not look at the price tags. So irrelevant.

You and me, we are blending now, yes? While laughing at the “irrelevant”, yes? Ha. Ha.

Ladies and gentlemen, Fall 2016 Haute Couture! Let’s make our OZ. In Paris.

Riccardo Tisci for Givenchy.


Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pierpaolo Piccioli at Valentino reminded us of the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death and made the taffeta whoosh and the drama begin. For real, since Chiuri is in at Christian Dior. And Chiuri seems all right. Click, yes. But so seems Piccioli.





The way the two Swiss understudies, Lucie Meier and Serge Ruffieux, managed to make yet another couture collection (in slippers!) at Christian Dior, after Raf Simmons’ sudden quit last October. Meow (the extreme cat eyes filter)!




John Galliano‘s va-va-voom (duh!) at Maison Margiela.




At Versace, Donatella Versace said this couture collection was “different” for her. It was for us, too. In a very good way. Apart from the interesting lines, cuts and colours, the glittery lips had a catwalk of their own. Partying side by side with the shoes.





So the couture week is, usually, happening in Paris, but when you are Karl Lagerfeld and you have been the designer of Fendi for 50 years, you have to let your guests know and you fly them to Rome. To Fontana di Trevi and well, you go with the flow. Literally. Since the models walked on top of its pools. Cools. And wore fur ribbons in their hair. Care.






Giambattista Valli makes dresses I would wear to weddings where I would be sure the bride has a prettier dress. They are just pretty like a fairy tale pretty. I would wear them with some rock sandals or just white (super worn) sneakers. Oh, yes, I am safe then. From the bride. Snickers!