Do you think if I keep waxing desperation on the topic of my provenance, this self-fulfilling prophecy I have been expounding upon since the very early days of Man Repeller will hit me over the head and that the next time I venture to travel internationally, I am called an invalid while trying to use an American passport for one Leandra Medine when in a reality still unbeknownst to me, I am actually now a French citizen going by Léandrrrrrrra Médine?
Today is a phenomenally big day not because it is the 318th of its kind according to the Gregorian Calendar or because in 1533, the conquistadors of Spain arrived in Cajamarca. Neither is it because Czechoslovakia became a republic on this day in 1918. It’s not even because Michael J. Fitzgerald was born today. No. It is because Isabel Marant’s collection for H&M is officially available for mass consumption and that means the cultural zeitgeist as measured by fashion is now for everyone — and for the first time available to purchase online — hooray.
In doing my part to celebrate the dissemination, here is a look Charlotte and myself shot on Bond Street sometime last week utilizing the black blazer that comes with a skinny tie belt, a linen slub, short sleeve t-shirt that fits better than most underwear and white leather — real leather — lace-up pants as complimented by a pair of electric pink Jimmy Choo heels, which in scanning the introduction of this story, really make me wonder whether I’ll ever actually get to be Léandrrrrrrra.
A girl can try, can’t she?
And here’s where I ask reticently: WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, PEOPLE? GO! SHOP! DO IT! …Unless you already have, in which case, what the hell did you buy? Tell me everything – stories of victory, struggle, frustration, unlikely success. These things can be hard — vent. Leave not one single detail out.