Perhaps It's the Ç Cedilla?

I think I am like most people. I believe French women are hotter. The French Yé-Yé gals of the sixties are what I envision, but the newcomers like Lou Doillon and Charlotte Gainsbourg are pretty high on my list as well. However, in the end those two are just spawn of the hot women I picture anyways.

Anna Karina, whilst not French, might as well have been. The clip below from Vivre Sa Vie is why.


I want to be this video.
Or this one:



I took it upon myself to buy 2 headbands from French accessory line Hair Design Access. One is all black and the other a deep purple satin with a ribbon. I will be wearing them all the time.

The mouth of a woman speaking French has always fascinated me. It always looks to be in the state of a perpetual kiss, slightly puckered and ready to go. I have come to realize that this is only because of the language and the way you have to form your lips in order to pronounce the words correctly. I choose to learn this method of pursing by singing along to all the Françoise Hardy songs I can find lyrics to.

Perhaps I should just wear A.P.C and Agnes B., prep my face with Darphin, and paint it with Paul & Joe. Writing this has inspired me to clean my closet. I will from now on only wear something one of these lovely ladies might have worn.

I am going on and on. This really should become a more focused post, but who really has time for that. I might just fix this whole thing later. Till then, enjoy. J'espère qu'on se reverra.