I went to France when I was sixteen for three weeks with my family, not knowing much about anything expect that it was obviously a very nice looking place...and that I could conjugate all my French verbs. Fast forward four years and the more my memories of the trip become hazier and selective, the more I realise that all the architecture, elegance and urbanity of Paris had quite a subconscious influence on my personal aesthetic. It's probably something I'll continue to wax-lyrical on this blog but when I look at my wardrobe and its predominant variations of black, grey, white, blue and tan I think this is only something that I created once I returned without even knowing it.
I don't know why it's taken me so long to write about the style icon I revere with great respect, but Sofia Coppola is definitely the one individual (that I don't know personally) I look to for inspiration in a lot of my creative endeavours. That effortlessly-cool chic! As foremost my favourite film director, Coppola has the creative influence across multiple channels that I've only ever dreamed of. Despite this, all her work - as well as her personal aesthetic - is constructed with more thought than what appears on the surface, and is proof that minimalist chic doesn't belong solely to the French. She's made black loafers, crisp unbuttoned shirts and tailored pants her absolute own and she pulls it off like no one else....so much so she can even collaborate with Louis Vuitton and create a stellar line of leather goods just as perfect. Small pieces of jewellery and an always-perfect-and-simple bob make her look refined, comfortable and too-cool for words. I think I'll just link you to this site before I explode because it probably sums up my argument quite nicely.
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