Was there a sale? Echoes of the Japanese look followed me all over Bloor Street.
Three women – all with ankle grazing, pleat-less, wide pants and flat boots – all on one Saturday afternoon. In Toronto…not the Tuileries.
Speaking of French beauty, one glided in with two teenage daughters in tow, as I sank my teeth into goat cheese drizzled with Provencal honey. What is it about French style that elegantly announces itself upon arrival into a room? It’s a fragrance, a breeze off the Côte d’Azur.
Long black alpaca wool coat, detachable, fox collar tied with a wide satin bow, loosened and tossed gently on the back of a rustic chair.
Flat boots (déjà vu). Brown, goldy expressionist print blouse (Marni or Prada – B would know for sure). And the pièce de résistance…a black velvet ribbon-tied medallion.
That one piece of jewellery brought me back to Michaela Bercu in Lacroix Couture for Ms. Wintour’s first editor-in-chic cover in November, 1988 (shot by uber-snapper Ellen von Unwerth) – also memorable for the first time jeans appeared on the cover.
In another life, I want the grace and style of a French woman. In another life, I’d like to spend a day with Ms. Wintour. For now, I’ll settle for stylish Saturdays in T.O.
Thanks to Bellazon for the pics of the MB Vogue cover.
