The French chick strikes again

I've blogged about her before and I'll blog about her again: cool-as-a-cucumber Lou Doillon, via the wonderful Garance Doré (whose own blog is essential reading). Could these French chicks be any cooler?? Advertising dynamite for Free People here. p.s. Don't be fooled by the pitch-perfect English accent- Doillon's mother is the Jane Birkin.

Vanessa Bruno

For when I need inspiration... drums in the forest and colourful dancing, holi-festival style. All in impeccably Gallic-chic threads.



How beyond cute is Lou Doillon. Head over heels in love.



Fashion showcased in nature: winner.

Lou Doillon

I'm going to refer very little to my recent months-long bout of Muse du Jour awol-ness apart from to say that yes, I realise that I am probably now officially Queen of blogging-grand-plans-with-no-follow-through.

I do however want to share with you the overwhelming guilt I've been feeling since forgetting my camera on a recent London escapade and thereby missing some amazing, AMAZING street style on Brick Lane and in Shoreditch. Ahh, the lost street fashionistas, the ones that got away! Must style scout harder (i.e. at all).

Also, a sample of fisheye results (remember, those photos I promised were 'coming soon' about, oh, an age ago?) will be put up pretty pronto I tell thee!

I know, I know, you won't be holding your breath... I'm like the girl who cried 'blog'.


Hopefully my latest style crush will compensate in some way.
Daughter of ultimate style icon Jane Birken. She's beautiful, she's French (aah), she's style gold... ladies and gentlemen, I give you Lou Doillon.