Draw me like one of your French girls.
Do you remember Titanic? Of course you do. We all saw Kate Winslet’s boobs, who could forget that? Recall that memorable scene: “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls, Jack.”
There are some things that make me feel inexplicably French. Like, sitting outside a café while wearing a beret, eating a baguette with brie and chasing it with a flute of sparkling Rosé, as I people-watch with impeccable Resting Bitch Face, muttering to myself words that end with an "eh" sound. Things like that. And then there are the je ne sais quoi things that give me pause with a, "hmm, so French." Beautifully structured flats, or a cute little blazer, or well tailored pants, or off-the-shoulder tops often make me feel that way. They take me away to that beautiful city of lights where I dream of living some day, even if only briefly. There maybe, just maybe, I'll be approached by a handsome struggling artist who will offer me a bazillion dollar diamond necklace—which somehow he has in his possession and yet still manages to struggle—in exchange for posing nude for him for a portrait.
Ha! Just kidding I'd do it for free.
J. Crew blazer and flats
Zara top and jeans