Vanessa Para, Para, Paradis

Via Chanel Campaign

Shot by Ellen Von Unwerth

Via NY Magazine

Shot by Karim Sadli

Via Vogue UK

Via The Trend Diaries

Via Tumblr

Shot by Ellen Von Unwerth for Madame Figaro

Via Tumblr

Via Harper's Bazaar

Via Elle

Via Style.com

Shot by Ellen Von Unwerth for Madame Figaro

Via Tumblr

Via Vogue Paris

Via Tumblr

Via Harper's Bazaar

Via Tumblr

Via Vogue

Shot by André Rau

Via Pure Trend

Via Tumblr

Via Vogue UK

Via The Huffington Post

Shot by Ellen Von Unwerth for Madame Figaro

Shot by Bettina Rheims

Via Tumblr

Via Harper's Bazaar

Via Glamour Italia

Vogue UK via Getty Images

Shot by Karin Sadli

Via Bella Sugar

Via Posh24

Vanessa Paradis, 1990's

Via Posh24

Shot by Ellen Von Unwerth

Via Tumblr

Via Tumblr

Via Harper's Bazaar

Via Tumblr

Shot by Bernard Mouillone

Via Pure People

Via Fan Pop

Via Harper's Bazaar Russia

Via Tumblr

Via Harper's Bazaar

Shot by Eric Guillemain

Shot by Pierre Terrasson

Via Tumblr
Zoom
by Amelia Diamond
May 1, 2014
FACEBOOK
TWITTER
PINTEREST
READ NEXT

She’s the only woman to make Hasidism de rigueur

When the London tube first said “mind the gap,” I wonder if it was because someone saw her smile. She must have been visiting from Paris and switching trains when she laughed so hard that all her teeth showed, and this man who makes slogans for a living caught sight and just…fell right in.

In love with that space, and that face, and then perhaps rather unfortunately, dramatically and romantically, into the gap.

I wonder about how the sun feels every time she wears a hat. The thing about her in a hat is that she looks otherworldly, as though hats were invented to shade only her. So does the sun feel excluded? Or does it understand style?

She wears leather in this way that I’ll never be able to, and I bet she’s figured out how to keep her elbows perennially soft. I don’t think she worries if this works with that, or what the dress code is and if it’s “okay” to wear jeans.

She probably just does it anyway, and the whole ball-gowned room sighs in jealousy.

Men must look at her in a trouser and give up all hope, either because they can’t have her, or because they’ll never look like she does in the same pair they own. Women, at the very least, have come to accept it.

I wonder if her co-stars have a hard time remembering their lines when hers form around the corner of her eyes. And I wonder if Robert Frost were to see her now, he’d take back the sentiment that “nothing gold can stay.”

There’s this wispy thing about her hair, as though a bird sits atop her head each morning and methodically selects the individual strands that deserve to be out of place. With it’s beak it musses, and very clean feet, it tap dances, until her mane is perfectly, ethereally messy.

Via Glamour Italia

And I wonder if every time this happens, a J.Crew model gets her wings.

REPLIES
SHOW MORE COMMENTS