Julia always seems to have a party on her own. On herself. Yes, on! By herself or with you, it really doesn’t matter. She’s all about the “whateva’, man, whateva'” or this is, at least, the mood she is inducing me. Or whateva’. The clothes on her, regardless, are dancing all the time.
Fun, fun, fun.
By whateva’, I mean she is having a party with or without you. She is having a party and that’s a fact and that’s the coolest.
Just the right amount of vodka in her cranberry juice, the perfect music, the coolest crowd, the awesome atmosphere, the hands in the air, your crush there. This is the perfect party Julia is always setting for her clothes. Lucky clothes. No. Lucky Julia.
The way she mixes the colours, the prints, the cuts, the textures, the fabrics, the accessories (or their absence), the heels, the no-heels on her body is the way that very few would succeed in doing. Yes, the colour of her skin and the hair are the pepper and the salt in the equation.
No one would succeed in doing Julia’s style because no one is Julia and Julia Sarr-Jamois is very much taken.
When really wanting to wear a crazy skirt (and by crazy I mean a colour like that or a print like… Crazy!), pair it with the simplest t-shirt in the right hue and the simplest heels or sneakers. Or go wild and pair with whatever the level of craziness you feel like reaching today. Just don’t forget your smile (or better yet, laugh) and your attitude. Ever.
Hey, Julia, say cheese! Or pizza! Or give me your clothes and I will smile like there is no tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. And so on.
Hey, it’s Saturday!