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garance doré

i have to admit that my style is pretty generic. as much as i love clothes and spend a lot of time thinking about how i should dress, the truth is that i usually play it pretty safe, clothing-wise. however, in my fantasy life (or maybe i should say in one of my fantasy lives, for i have many), i'd have the great skin and style of the people featured on une fille comme moi, which is a really lovely blog from french illustrator garance doré. she posts a mix of fashion illustration and street style photos, and i think if you like clothes, or you like pictures, or if you like clothes and pictures, you should check it out. it used to just be in french, but now the posts are also translated into english. which is helpful, seeing as i took french in school for about twelve years and yet can barely speak a word of it now.

i've included some of my favourite photos below. as i'm always impressed by/secretly, corrosively jealous of people who can pull off a look that is, in essence, pretty simple without also looking boring, i would happily knock over any of these people and steal their style and their no doubt delightful parisian lives. i like croissants.






all photos property of garance doré, from www.garancedore.fr

plaid flannel shirt


i like plaid flannel shirts. my father had one that i borrowed when i was 13 and never returned. i still have it.

when i was 13 grunge was really popular and wearing a giant man's shirt perfectly normal. i have a bad feeling i might have even tied it around my waist at times. (last halloween i went as myself, aged 13 — i wore my father's shirt; a poor-boy cap (turned backwards); high-waisted, baggy, tapered black jeans; and an oversized t-shirt. it was a dreadful experiment; i felt really strange and awkward all day.)

men who wear plaid flannel shirts and have a beard make my small heart beat faster. i know that that makes it sound like i'm attracted to lumberjacks.

last fall my friend rachel threatened to attend our friend tasha's paris send-off party not in the old hollywood glamour attire we were supposed to wear but in "glamorous grunge." i actually quite like the idea of glamorous grunge and think it looks really nice when i see it on other people, even though i've yet to pull it off. it appeals to my 13-year-old self.

my 13-year-old self also really loved my so-called life (not that the 27-year-old self doesn't). since it was 1994 there was a lot of plaid flannel on that show.

oh plaid flannel shirt: nostalgic, cozy, and kind of a turn on.