Like you, my teenage bedroom walls were covered with glossy magazine pages ;). Today, 4th day en France, I finally stepped off the Viv compound
to go to the presse and get my paws on my favorite guilty pleasure: a stack of French mags. My fav of all favs is Paris Vogue (and how I love paying a normal amount of money for it). Look at this cover, maybe because of the Burberry plaid (which I can't stand and feel should be left on the inside of a trench and that's all), maybe it's because of the big 80, I don't know, but I thought that cover could've totally been on my wall! The design and layout of Paris Vogue is so good, ever so effortlessly chic, I decided, for lack of any style here in this country town, to plaster my blog like I plastered my walls and give you a chance to see my favorite pages of the August issue and you don't have to pay an arm for it.
I want to be friends with Tracee Ross. I went through a Diana Ross phase not too long ago where I watched a ton of Youtube clips of her and she seemed like such a surprisingly smart and well adjusted woman that then I started watching clips of interviews with her daughter and she didn't fall far from the tree.
For fall: zipper boots. Check
. Amazing flat tote
. Check. Un chapeau noir. Check. Le petit tailleur Chanel. Not check. Humph!
Love Stella, and I want the blazer - just a little weirded out about the fact that this model has the body of a 12-yr-old. Covet the Balmain buckle boots. Ahem
. Dries, oh Dries, you make a hot mess look so good.
A big big star on my teenage walls was CT. Kicking ass Christy, YSL 2009! Bringing home the bacon is what she's doing and a little bit older than me, oooh, I will always love her.