Catherine Deneuve for Louis Vuitton
I feel that I should be excited, but I am not. And, I am not really sure why I am not.
She was browsing with the dealer next to us, who has nice things. If one likes that sort of thing. This particlar dealer's stock and trade is hardly what one could call challenging, either visually or intellectually. Yet, they all seem to find it fascinating. I find it pedestrian. To say I have never really been taken with him or his particular clientele would be putting it mildly. The men tend to wear grey shoes or elasticated trousers with many pockets. I am just waiting for the day one of them turns up wearing both of the offending items. As for the women, well, suffice it to say they all look like they do their own hair.
Now, to see one of the most beautiful and celebrated women of French cinema, possibly the world, browsing amongst the Victoriana was a little more than dumbfounding. I recognised the voice, which can only be described as being like warm honey, before the face. She is still undeniably beautiful in that remote patrician way.
I just can't seem to get past her choice of...I don't even know what to call them... Dare I say? Knick-knacks?
Now playing: Faithless - Spiders, Crocodiles & Kryptonite
Saturday, 2 February 2008
Posted by HOBAC at 17:38