lundi 2 novembre 2009

You're not one of us.

I've started to notice, working in the 'banlieues' as I do, that there is a difference between Parisiens and suburbanites.

The difference is generally in the clothes, the hair, the make-up. I take the train from Paris to the suburbs every morning and it's filled with smart, stylish Parisiens and Parisiennes - elegant, generally, in a very understated kind of way.

The platform when I arrive, however, is a different story altogether. The folks from the banlieues look like they are dressing 'as if' they are Parisien, but are overcompensating for it in some way or another - the hair is too extreme, the jacket is too fashionable, the boots too crazy. It all reminds of Melanie Griffith and Joan Cusack in Working Girl - with the immortal moment where Joan Cusack's character finds out how much the Manhattanite boss paid for a dress "but it's not even leather!" she screams....

Anyway, I left the 'burbs behind on Friday afternoon and headed back into Paris to join le FP for lunch at the fashion shoot he was working on. It was a world apart from my office and the area I work in. As I sat eating with the models (they ate tissues, mainly) I couldn't help but feel that this was all a bit on the ridiculous side, going from one extreme to the other so quickly.

This morning, inspired by all of this elegance, I got dressed and headed out to the office.

I felt very stylish in my work ensemble of jeans, black/white gingham shirt, black cashmere sweater, calf length boots and long black cashmere coat. I felt like I was looking good, like I belonged in this city where style is everything.

Until I got to the office.

I walked in the door and Debbie looked me up and down. I felt like Anne Hathaway in the Devil wears Prada, meeting Miranda Priestley for the first time.

"You may live in Paris," she said "but you are not FROM Paris".

"What's wrong today?" I asked, startled by her reaction.

"Hmm. It's the hair" she replied, "I think..."

10 commentaires:

Mike a dit…

LOL. That's when I would start thinking to myself, "I'm about'ta KUTT a bitch!"

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Mikey, that's kind of not very friendly ;-) But I agree....

A Lewis a dit…

I'm afraid I wouldn't fit in....Paris or the burbs. Unless they like jeans, t-shirts, flip flops (well, boots in the winter). I'm a very casual, relaxed guy. My husband, on the other hand, he'd fit right in .......

Daryl a dit…

WHA??????????? Were the boots under or over the jeans?

Rob Inukshuk a dit…

Yes, under or over? And for goodness sake, sort your hair out, you're letting Parisians down, apparently!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Lewis, that sounds fine - and very comfortable ;-)

D, under, of course! Don't even suggest over!

Rob, i'm letting them down in many ways.....many many ways.

cb a dit…

Fuck her. Nothing you wear is ever good enough so take your cerulean casual corner bargain bin sweater and go home.

12ontheinside a dit…

Glad to hear the boots were under!

Well I would never fit in there - I am too fond of comfortable shoes - and I really do just mean that I like wearing shoes that don't hurt rather than anything else. I love thongs (the footwear, you may know them as flip flops but here they are thongs) and wish I could wear them to work.

Brett a dit…

Reading the last few post your whole life seems like something out of a movie "Sex and the working girl wear prada in the city" type thing!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

CB - I bet you could tell the difference between the two belts ;-)

12oti - thongs? really? Come on girl, you need to suffer for fashion!

Brett, or 'planet of the apes'....he he