I, like many others, catch it every summer. Usually it's Wimbledon that really does it for me, but given that this year I'm a bona fide resident of the land of the beret, baguette and breton stripe, it's the French Opens (or more accurately 'Roland Garros'- who knew the tournament had a real name? certainly not ignorant little me) that's gotten me in the mood.
I went to catch some of the action live in Paris yesterday and had an absolute ball (pun absolutely not intended... well, maybe a little) watching the Queens of the game, Venus and Serena Williams win the women's semi-final.
Whilst the on-court fashion is far from the only thing that makes tennis float my boat so much, as a lover of all things good clothes, chicly done tennis attire absolutely never goes a-miss.
During this year's tournament, Venus caused a little controversy with her littler than little black&red lacey dress teamed with flesh coloured undershorts number (cue parisian gasps a-plenty).
I hate to have to say it but...
what was she thinking??
Yesterday she kept it somewhat more demure. But still stuck with with the flesh-coloured, is-that-your-bare-bum-we-see-when-your-serve, pants.
Sister power.
The winning moment.
Here's Venus getting it incredibly right, in trad Wimbledon whites no less. You just can't touch that shit.
Yelena Yankovic, adding some bright.
The beautiful Maria Sharapova keeping it simple, courtesy of Nike.
Victoria Azarenka, pulling off a visor (no mean feat).
And of course, it's not just the ladies respresentin' in the tennis fashion stakes, non non.
Rafael Nadal, adding some Spanish flair.
Here's one of the originals, the legendary John Mcenroe doing it way back. All hail the sweatband.
