Last week i had a particularly strange and ultimately dramatic encounter between Brigitte Bardot, Francoise Hardy or Catherine Denevue and myself.
I cried lying in someone else’s bed. Then I cried in this persons bathtub. It wouldn’t stop. It just happened. It just occurred out of nowhere. This “I’m sad and bored”, this existential lust for love, this ungraspable feeling of lack and longing for more, more, more known from old french films.
This moment reminded me of the bathtub scene in “Le Mémpris” with Brigitte Bardot. Her whole attitude, her sudden change of mind, her sudden dissatisfaction to real world love and limited access to her “homme ideal”…
Of course it’s been a rediculous attitude of mine and i am totally aware of its cinematic, inauthentic nature, but it just hit heart that night and I’m sure most of us get lost in this hopeless process of hiding away in ideals and illusions from time to time. So this Lookbook is intended to be an homage to those french lovesick girls or just a recollection of my current day to day garment choice.
…with a feeling of wanting more , more, more in the air …
s k i r t: zara
b l o u s e: flea marcet
s c h o e s: Pleaser
s k i r t: Zara
s h i r t: idk stolen from my grandma
c h o k e r: gift ribbon
s h o e s: Pleaser
b a g: flea marcet Buffalo
s h i r t: zara
s k i r t: American Apparel
s h o e s: Asos
t o p: vintage out of my mom’s closet
s k i r t: vintage and authentically bought in paris last year
same shoes and choker