You’re looking at the cover of the Galeries Lafayette fall/winter catalog. I don’t know about you, but not only do I not want to open it, I don’t want to touch it.
(You know how I love alliteration — note hedline. That serpent is most probably a boa, but “art” above accuracy I always say. . .)
Do you think the thing is real? And if so, I wonder how much they had to pay the model?
You’ll notice the absence of “Brigitte-on-the-street” as promised. I will remedy this glitch for next week. Promise.
Moving along. You’ve no doubt rightly assumed by now this is an all-over-the-place post today. You are soooo right. Thus I believe a few subtitles are required to keep us on course.
The New Madamoiselle Piggy?
Perhaps you are familiar with Olivia, known here as Olivia la petite cochonne, the creation of Ian Falconer. I was not until very recently, but then again I don’t have any little ones in my life. Apparently French children, and their parents, are absolutely mad about her.
I can see why. She seems to have a streak of Eloise in her lively personality.
Is It A Bow or Is It Rabbit Ears?
I can confirm one aspect of this conundrum: It’s a headband or a serre tete (head squeeze?).
It’s the “must have” accessory of the season from Louis Vuitton. I swear. That’s what the magazines are saying. Could I make it up?
If you’re sick to death of black and want a little color in your life you could go for the pink bunny bow.
Did You Already Know?
. . . that actress Valeria Bruni Tedeschi is Carla Bruni-Sarkozy’s sister? More to the point: do you care?
The French refer to things or situations with no future as just so much Kleenex. The idea is the “throw away” aspect of a person or object. It can refer to a romance, a friendship or clothes.
Years ago I heard a friend sob that the love of her life just treated her like Kleenex. She was using Kleenex at the time so it was even more poignant.
This year designers are not, they say, creating Kleenex collections. (I don’t know about the ears/bow thing up there, but in my judgment it has an exceedingly limited shelf life unless it has other uses of which I am unaware.)
A demain, mes chères.