Among the reasons why I love/hate France, is their never-ending obsessions with good looking-everything. As much as I hate their judgmental looks when it comes to showing legs (Summer experiences have proven this fact, once again), I never get bored of the ways that they master the art of mixing elements from the past (Classism) with futuristic ones. Inès de la Fressange cocoons represents what french women are for me. Classics, timeless, gracefuls and the paroxysm of womanhood. If I ever get insanely rich one day (Which is quitly improbable) you can tell i'll become a furniture freak. (Sorry, the pictures are badly cropped because The Selby pictures quality is too good for this blog.)
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