Le Bouledogue Français.
My life is full of missions. One of the most important on my "Missions: To-Do" list is to keep you, not up to the minute on the latest and the greatest, but rather up to the nano second.
If one doesn't get in on IN when it's in then obviously in is OUT. I admit some trends have endurance, others have a nano second expiration date (we try to avoid them, they tend to be costly, silly and have been known to cause severe bouts of post purchase guilt), and still others are eternal.
We're not here today to discuss eternity.
Oh yes, and then of course, there are those of us who find the entire subject ridiculous. But, we're not here today to discuss that aspect of the debate either.
Let's get on with it shall we? Since it's a mixed bag, headlines oblige.
The New Hot Dog
The French Bulldog.
Everywhere I turn -- city and country -- I'm seeing French bulldogs on the other ends of red, green or blue harnesses attached to chicly color-coordinated leashes. (We're in France where accessorizing is one of the human species most highly developed instincts.)
In the winter they're clad for the cold. They're a delicate though hilarious breed I'm told. They also appreciate air conditioning in the summer. Hmmm, demanding little devils. It's a good thing they're so cute.
Le Jack Russell.
Not long ago, one couldn't walk three meters in Paris and not almost trip over a Jack Russell. They're still there of course, but for the first time they've got some major canine competition.
As I mentioned recently Edouard, "Eddie," a chubby young French bulldog is one of our newest neighbors. His owner says he's "muscular" not chubby. All I know is, he's heavy. I have often carried him home when he visits our "girls" on the other side of our fence. He is also beyond adorable. He licks my chin from lift-up to delivery chez lui.
Mere et fille.
Have you ever wondered what Marion Cotillard's mother looks like?
I suppose not. It never occurred to me to think about it either. However, when one comes across a picture of the mother and daughter together, then we're interested. Right?
In case you agree, here's Marion with her 58-year-old mother, Niseema Theillaud.
She's "Special" As In the French Translation
Combinaison in silk serge from Céline; fur bolero from YSL; silk turban, Stephen Jones.
One tends not to be lukewarm about Tilda Swinton. She is indeed special as in "apart, different, unique" and then the imagination takes off and provides other adjectives. Unlike an American, for example, who when using the word usually means something like "wonderful!" and it is not accompanied with an expression of eye rolls implying something perhaps bizarrely off-kilter.
My-Reason-For-Living-In-France can't understand why when we Americans like something we can't come up with any other word than "wonderful!". He maintains, "It's not normal."
Back on subject: In this week's French Elle, Tilda Swinton Rejoue Madame Gres, in other words she's wearing contemporary designers' works that include lots of draping for which Madame Gres is, was and always will be remembered.
This photograph by Jean-Baptiste Mondino is entitled: "Deesse Hollywoodienne," (Hollywood Goddess).
She appears icily beautiful, but that's not why I'm showing you the page. Contrary to what you may think, she is not wearing white gloves. Her arms are painted white. In another picture where she portrays "Femme Flamme" her fingertips have been dipped in blood red paint. Sort of creepy special I think.
Swinton -- like her or not -- does have enviable aristocratic bone structure.