A better sense of style, I would channel the butt-kicking coolness (CONFIDENT and DARING) of perfectly put together Charlotte Gainsbourg.
As if it’s unfair enough that she seems to have this unbelievably awesome, almost undescribable timeless and geographically agnostic style, her mom is Jane Birkin, of the Hermes Birkin craze (remember that Sex & the City Episode when Samantha went ape-shit for a bag?). THAT means she had an awesome closet to raid as a teenager!
But, I don’t have that kind of style. Fleamarket tablecloths for skirts could best describe my style of dress.
So, I sit at the dining table of my aunt’s house while I listen to my mom on her conference call upstairs, and I collect chihuahua hair (from my former pup I gave to my mom when I moved into my condo) on my lap as she rests her head on my forearm – interesting dynamic for typing effectively. And on what do I collect blonde chihuahua hair? My flannel pjs… because it’s almost 11:00 in Massachusetts and I am still in my jammies, at nearly 33 years old, on a Wednesday morning.
Soooooo…. utterly NOT fabulous, not butt-kicking cool. But I am listening to John Coltrane & Bobby Darin again, and that is pretty butt-kicking fabulous.
images from: loudersoft.com; loudersoft.com; rathausartprojects.com; taistoisoisbeau.com — except for the Charlee Chihuahua image, her picture is courtesy of me :}