Je suis une femme dérangée
Ever since cutting bangs, I’ve felt like I kind of look like a girl in one of those French Film Noir directed by Eric Rohmer where she is all mysterious and a bit mentally deranged and chain smokes in really small French coffee shops, and some weird geeky guy falls in love with her and she tears his heart into a million pieces.
Yeah, I kind of look like that.
ANYhoo, I decided to go with this “mysterious chick in a French film noir” look. New favorite outfit: black cigarette pants that hit at the ankle, brown oxfords, and a black and white striped boat-neck top.
THEN, I realized that I could really “complete” my look with a really cool oversized grey wool jacket that looks like it belongs in a small town at the top of a blustery snowy mountain in the South of France in 1981. Fortunately, I happened to find one yesterday at 69 Vintage. I usually try not to shop at really popular vintage stores as a rule (i.e. Courage my Love, 69 Vintage, etc.), because they REALLY overprice shit, and I think that the best part of vintage shopping is the “find”… so shopping somewhere that has already “found” everything is kind of anti-climactic.
So I found this wicked-cool jacket that has kind of an 80′s feel to it – exaggerated shoulders and cinched at the top of the thigh… IT IS SO AWESOME. I need to add new buttons, though. I’m going to be SO mysterious this winter… slightly deranged, too. So all you nubile boys on the precipice of falling in love… watch out. Je suis une femme dérangée.
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