French Girl

Hey there, picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning in Paris, the kind where the leaves crunch underfoot and the air smells like fresh croissants from the corner bakery. I’m strolling down Rue de Rivoli, coffee in hand, feeling that effortless buzz that only comes from nailing an outfit that looks like it just happened—because, … Read more

Imagine strolling down a cobblestone street in Paris, the kind where café tables spill onto the sidewalk and the air smells like fresh croissants. A woman passes by with hair that’s tousled just right—wavy, a bit messy, but somehow perfectly chic. No blowout, no extensions, just effortless waves that scream “I woke up like this.” … Read more

Hey there, picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning in Paris, the kind where the leaves crunch under your boots and the Eiffel Tower peeks through a light fog. You’re strolling along the Seine, coffee in hand, when you spot her—a woman with that effortless glow, her hair falling just so, like it woke up … Read more

Hey there, picture this: It’s a drizzly morning in Paris, and I’m rushing through the Marais with my coffee in hand, bangs slightly askew, a swipe of red lipstick that’s already half-smudged from the croissant I scarfed down. That’s me—half-French by marriage, full-time beauty junkie—trying to nail that elusive French-girl vibe. I’ve spent years chasing … Read more

Hey there, fellow shadow-dweller. Remember that rainy afternoon in my early twenties when I slipped into a thrift-store velvet skirt, paired it with fishnets I’d ripped myself, and felt like I’d unlocked some secret door to my soul? It was in a dingy Manchester charity shop, the kind where the air smells like old books … Read more

Hey there, shadow dweller. If you’re reading this, maybe you’ve caught yourself staring a little too long at that velvet dress in the back of your closet, or you’ve been humming Siouxsie Sioux tunes while scrolling TikTok for “goth outfit ideas.” I get it—I’ve been there. Picture this: It’s 2005, and I’m 16, sneaking into … Read more

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a crisp morning in Paris, the kind where the sun filters through the budding chestnut trees along the Seine, and women in slim trousers and silk blouses glide past with that effortless sway—like they’ve got all the time in the world. I’ve chased that vibe across three springs in … Read more

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a rainy Saturday night in the late ’80s, and I’m 14, sneaking out to a dimly lit club in Manchester. The air’s thick with cigarette smoke and the thrum of Bauhaus on the speakers. Everyone’s draped in black—velvet jackets, lace skirts, fishnets that snag on everything—but then, bam, a … Read more

Imagine strolling down a sun-dappled street in Paris, the air buzzing with the scent of fresh croissants and distant perfume. A woman glides past in a crisp white blouse tucked into high-waisted jeans, her ballet flats whispering against the cobblestones, a silk scarf knotted loosely around her neck like an afterthought. She doesn’t turn heads … Read more

Picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning in the Marais, and I’m weaving through cobblestone streets, the scent of fresh baguettes mingling with the faint perfume of chestnut trees. I catch my reflection in a boutique window—barely-there makeup, hair tousled just so, skin radiating that elusive “I woke up like this” vibe. That’s the magic … Read more