I would really quite like a Pupppppyyy PLEASE!
Petite Pois Sil Vous Plait?
Une Flooffy Puupy?
Monsieur Noir, Fierce, Grrrr
Le Grand! :) Oui Oui <3
Beaut!! This is why i love French Vogue. It never fails to put a smile on my face, leading me into temptation and a new world of daydreams.
There's something slightly majestic about the French take on Fashion Imagery. I look at the styling and immediatly digest it as 'this is how it's done'.
I don't question it, i don't critisise it.
I just accept it like its biblicle. I could never compare it to anything, it would be impossible to it's pure class, pure originality.
They do say France is where style was born.
British Vogue however is the
same old, DOGEARED, Uninspiring, Dry, Uninventive, DOG-TIRED, over priced rag carried around by encapsulated "Fashion followers", 16 year olds and pretentious posh birds the Country over. Cheryl Cole made the bleeding cover last year for Pete's sake!
Step it up Alexandra Shulman.
I have a perfect example of "Best of British" vs. Viva la Francais.
In the Left Corner representing all things French we have OVERLY Glamourous, Gracious Carla Bruni wife of that Sarkozy dude, French President apparently although i swear he was a hobbit extra in Lord Of The Rings?!
Then in the Right corner, a little tired Samantha Cameron (heavily pregnant with her 4th child, but stil), representing all things Blue and outdated.
Stiff upper lip girls!
Ahahaha Buzzzzzzz buzzzzz ...Flick!
WOOF! Don't fear, my bark is worse than my bite ;)
