While I love, LOVE the boots, I dunno… I guess I’m just minimally moved by the French funerary-chic thing these days. Hey, I live in Marina del Rey. I’m a sunny girl in a sunny mood and I don’t wanna think about existential black heaviness when it’s 75 out and the water’s as blue as Indonesian silk. I wanna look forward.
Okay yeah, there’s something sexy and debauched about this woman, and indeed debauchery is my religion but right now I want to stretch out in the sun and soak it up and forget that winter was ever here. Spring is the time of rebirth. Let us be reborn.
ooooh i love the claustrophobia of the all-embraced body, set off by the snug prominence & texture of the shaggy coat garnished by the begloved and fabulously booted extremities. oh the boots! sassily following the curves of the foot, yet stopping short at the sole with a gesture to goth and a mocking of heeled convention. all, of course, in my favourite of colours and moods (yes yes, so it's a tone) – i can't help it, i'm from melbourne.
Someone earlier said ostrich – but I have a Mongolian lamb coat which looks just like this (when turned inside out). It’s purple and friends have named it Oscar, as in The Grouch. Well? What is it? Did our Sart not ask?
I wish to be in Paris today, to sit at a gorgeous cafe on one of those “Paris cafe chairs” and have a “cafe au lait” merci, beaucoup monsier… Without doubt, I would sit next to an incredibly dressed, eccentric woman…who smokes cigarettes, sips on her espresso and walks off to work in the cold Paris air…as if straight out of the pages of a Vogue editorial…c’est magnifique. http://www.fifiluxe.com/blog/