French EditSunday, October 21 2012
(From left to right: Double breasted tuxedo jacket by Mango, skinny jeans by Iro (more here), T by Alexander Wang supersoft grey tee, Givenchy envelope clutch, pointy stilettos by Kurt Geiger London (amazing in white too!) and last but not least a stunning ear piece by Gaia Repossi (similar here)
When Vogue Paris’ Emmanuelle Alt, and her assistant Géraldine Saglio, stepped out of the car at the A/W 2012 Galliano show, the world gasped. Audibly, and with good reason might I add. The iconic pair marching in unison up the Tuileries’ parade-ground gravel had come wearing head-to-toe matching outfits. Since then, we know what to expect. Every fashion week the voguettes invariably come clad in easy outfits of ankle grazers, sexy pumps and boyish tailoring. Also, mainly coordinated black. So why is it that even during that trying time when all lenses are upon them, and outfit scrutiny is at its peak, that the French simply don’t feel the pressure. The need to dress to impress. The compulsion to use sartorialism to stand out from the crowd? As a French girl who grew up in Paris, all I know is that the above uniform of perfect-fit jeans, a slouchy tee, and killer heels is not the preserve of the Vogue clan. This is how French women dress most of the time. Work-wear, party-wear, weekend-wear are usually conjured up using this simple formula. And it may be la solution de facilité – the easy way out if you will – but there is something so dangerously sexy about a girl who manages to look killer without having tried, that who can blame them. It’s that effortless thing again.Oh la la. On that note, I’m off to order that tux jacket. Never knew I needed one so bad until Balmain went all double breasted on us.