On my personal endeavor to become French or, at least a little French like Jacqui Kennedy or Susan Sontag, I lived in Paris as a university exchange student. And along with learning the language, and the politics, I embarked on learning how to BE French. How to dress French, shrug French and smile French.
I learned that style was a ‘combination of fashion and class,’ designer brands and vintage, Champs-Elysees and chain store.
The Gauls considered over-dressing, inappropriate colour-combinations and the ‘brand overloading’ they saw in international fashion magazines a major style ‘faux pas’.
The Parisian women I stalked studied mastered cheap vintage; they mixed their Zara with their Saint Laurent, saving for expensive items and wore cheap (but oh, so, stylish) tops and skirts in-between.
While I was struck by the classic style of Parisians, I noticed that they owned clothes not too dissimilar from what I saw on sale in Australia.
It might be the globalisation of the fashion industry, the fact that we increasingly have the same chain stores, are pinning the same images on Pinterest or looking at the street style blogs. But either way, I saw that French fashion, once identified was maybe not to hard to recreate.
So, et voila, here is a list of how to be French, even if you’re as ocker as Kath & Kim.
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I live in Paris, and I think the most important point of your article is that no-one wears trackies. It's not that they're particularly more chic-ly dressed, it's just that no-one would dare to be seen in sneakers, trackies, exercise wear or even faded blue jeans. By eliminating the really scruffy dressing, voila!... They look chic. Sure, some mix and match their designer brands with their chain store clothes, but not necessarily.
Also, the climate lends itself to great scarves, lovely coats and cute boots. I own a wardrobe now that won't ever see the light of day when I return to Perth (eventually). Red leather cashmere lined gloves! How could I not look fab? When it's 40° for 3 months straight, even the french will revert to thongs, lose their scarves and forget their skinny jeans.
Spain is where it's at (Madrid and Barcelona particularly). The culture there is just so different! I, like others, found Paris to be similar to Melbourne.