I can trace the root of my obsession with French style all the way back to the first time I watched Beauty and the Beast. Belle might have been bored with her provincial life, but I certainly wasn’t. I begged my aunt to let me cut the hem of an old blue bridesmaids dress that resembled Belle’s own, asked my mum to style my hair in a bow every morning, and insisted upon carrying a basket with me wherever I went.
Today, I still find myself trying to emulate the look of French women, albeit with less taffeta involved. I trawl through vintage photographs of Paris, looking at the outfits women wore in years since the past, as well as having an entire archive dedicated to saving images of the ensembles my favourite French influencers wear. Upon looking at these snaps that a pattern began to emerge—I realised