Zayt silk dress, Cooper St jacket, Oxford clutch and suede pumps, Marvin belt, Rumour necklace and bracelets. Shot in Surry Hills.
This ladylike lavender number was one of the first dresses I bought upon my return from France, way back in early 2009. After an entire year of living in and traveling around in the same clothes (being a shopoholic fashionista was not really an option in the impoverished student years), I needed a frock refreshment with the same urgency that Kim Kardashian needs a flashing camera. And this was it. I’d only worn it twice since then but after the last post, felt it only right to take such a modest piece out for a stroll to evidence that I was indeed taking (baby) steps towards my recovery from Open Back Fetish.
For those who have not been acquainted with this period in my life, I spent a year living in the quaint city of Caen, the capital of Lower Normandy. It was famous for two things: Calvodos, an apple brandy that sends me into coughing spells and the best tasting Camembert 2€ can buy. Although its location just off the English Channel (Portsmouth and beyond were only a ferry ride away) made rain plentiful and sunlight a luxury for most months of the year, Caen left a profound impression on me. I have nothing but beautiful memories of the life I lived and the unforgettable friends I now cherish so much. And now, I look back with such a level of nostalgia, knowing full well that I could never go back and relive it again. The entire year feels like a self contained microcosm, locked away in the continuum of time, unable to be re-opened because all the key players have since gone back to their ‘real’ lives, ones far removed from whimsical French escapades.
Moving away from our flirtation with Asian adventures in recent years, we’ve made tentative plans to spend a month in France during the next European summer. This would involve at least one week in Paris, a return to Caen to visit friends and pâtisseries, time in Luc-sur-Mer to see my host family, as well as quiet weeks driving through the south of France. It sounds like a dream, a little too distant in the future to be real.
Part of me however, is really yearning to go back, preferably to Paris, for much longer than that. I think my pretty dresses and I would fit right in.
Also a quick shout out to Danielle for featuring me as a scarlet lady in her colour-centric post and Macarons & Coquelicots for the French love here. I think I’m going to have to start considering a features section.
AMuse About is the creative and admittedly narcissistic outlet of a young lawyer who is criminally more interested in the prettier things in life.
It explores her world of aesthetics and the adventures that make one individual’s view colourful, whimsical and satisfyingly imperfect but damn right attractive.
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