Monday

Carine. How do I love thee? Let me count thy ways



Watched an insightful 3 part-interview with wunderkind Carine Roitfeld of French Vogue, and I've come to learn that there are so many things I love about this woman. I will do my best to keep ranting to a minimum, but it is hard when you have such admiration for influential figures in fashion such as Carine, who is amongst one of the most truly intriguing woman in fashion today.

First of all, I love the way her french accent curls clumsily around broken english sentences, I could listen to her talk all day. Secondly, she seems so genuinely in love with her role in fashion. While she is obviously no fool, she is less concerned about business and more about her romantic ideals of fashion, and strong appreciation for it as an art. Which I can only assume stemmed from her Pre-Vogue resume, where she worked hands-on alongside some of the greats like Tom Ford and Mario Testino as a stylist (jealous??) . So even amidst the doom's day financial situation and commercialism of fashion, she says that she wants to sell French Vogue becase of the "pretty pictures" that fill its pages. Her vision extends far beyond the bottom line.

Thirdly, her romanticism is evident in her style mantra, "style is not always about clothes, but about a look" a mood, a moment. A mantra that I think is a refreshing one, as well as a healthy one for woman. It not only makes fashion more accessible and less about 'following trends' but it makes it more about it being enjoyable. I have always been of the opinion that style transcends mere concepts of fashion, becoming more about the essence of a person. It embodies a persons taste in music, political views, personality, beliefs and so much more. A person should make the clothes; is shouldn't be that the clothes make the person. And I believe Carine herself is a fine example of this. She is a total gem and French Vogue is safe in her hands.

xxx

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1 comment:

Thanks for talking to me. xx