Betty Catroux and Pierre Berge.
Loulou de la Falaise wearing jewelry of her creation.
This week I am asking you to make a major leap of faith and that other thing we hear about all the time in films and literature, “a suspension of disbelief.”
Let me explain. French “Elle” did a weird editorial on fashion designers playing out character roles (Karl Lagerfeld was toting a gun, pointing right at the camera with a disturbing look of determination and pleasure on his face in his assigned personage alongside Pedro Aldomovar) I guess all this play acting must have something to do with Cannes (?)
Anyway, on the first page spread we saw Loulou de la Frelaise on one side of a sofa and Betty Catroux on the other (with Bruno Frisoni standing behind, it probably has something to do with the YSL connection) portraying their parts in this farce.
I’m about to get to the point — not of the editorial, but of this post. I said to Edith, how about you pretend you are Loulou and I’ll pretend I’m Betty because Loulou wears lots of colors, like you, and Betty almost never wears anything but black comme moi?
Edith said, “Oh, Ok.” She agreed because in this particular photo Loulou was wearing a skirted ensemble in a coral-y color and of course Betty was in head-to-to black which I like to think is my fashion statement.
Let me add, neither one of us looks like either of these women and neither Edith nor I were drinking Chartreuse when I came up with this idea. Unfortunately. That explains two of the drawings. (Oh yes, Edith keeps giving me cleavage, which of course I have, but never reveal. She apparently thinks I should. I think the world is a better place without over exposure.)
Fashion note: Loulou and Betty were Yves Saint Laurent’s great friends, confidants and muses.
Moving right along. . .
Our second set of get-ups includes an asymmetrical jacket from Vanessa Bruno. Mine as you can see features a fresh, nautical bent while Edith has paired hers with a skirt she claims to own. (Heaven help her, I hope she can’t find it.)
And that my friends is all I can say on the subject of virtual shopping and bizarre flights of fancy for this week.
Next Wednesday we plan to walk the red carpet at the Cannes Film Festival so be prepared for some extravagant, drop-dead evening wear. If I’m approached by Hollywood and coaxed into signing a multi-zillion dollar contract, I’m afraid I will be forced to say adieu to this time-consuming blog. I’m sure you will understand and wish me well.
All drawings, as always, by Edith.
Ed. Note: Lily Lemontree, one of my favorite bloggers in the whole world and an adorable friend, invited me to choose my favorite icon and write a post for her. I did. Of course it’s about Ines and it’s on Lily’s blog today. (All you have to do is click.)