I have to admit it, I’m a francophile. I’m usually wishing I was in France at any given moment, and am thoroughly in love with Paris. But do I speak a word of French? Lamentably, no. But I have a reeeeaaaallllyyyyy good reason. I usually visit Paris to direct commercials, and in production there are superstitions. If you book a non-refundable plane ticket, you’ll book a job that day. And if you decide to learn French after working in Paris, you will never work there again. That’s how production luck works.
So while I fantasize about crepes in the Marais and poppies in Lauris, I can always dress like I’m ready for an afternoon in Paris.
The uniform in Paris is black clothes and red lips, so I started there and added some fun accessories to give it some punch. Make sure to pair with dirty hair or an effortless top knot.
T-shirt: Jenni Kayne
Bandana: Clare V.
Clutch: Clare V.
Glasses: Tom Ford
Lips: REVLON In Really Red