Rather than an FFFFP tonight, I will venture into the fuzzy, grey area of FFFM, “Friday French Fashion Mystery”. I am not quite sure if mystery is the right word, as the accessory of my current fascination is in plain sight; it’s the motivation behind them that remains unknown to me.
I don’t understand them. Never have. Never will. Although I am haunted, each day, with the question of why they did not get stuck (and lost) in 1987 Jazzercise classes like they should have.
Also seen recently, the seemingly harmless cousin – the fashion tights – a somewhat more transparent legging, with an added foot piece (for my male readers, re: The German, who have no idea what I am talking about). Showing up in all sorts of gaudy colors and most often mismatched with the rest of the outfit.
Really? On a bike? With the plaid coat and the orange tights, how is this not a driving hazard? I would certainly be distracted behind the wheel…
‘Tis the season. The past few days have warmed up precipitously, and it really is starting to feel like spring. As we are in Paris, the fashion is changing apace. Gone are the heavy overcoats and face-obscuring chunky scarves. Suddenly we are awash in shorter skirts (with leggings) and ballerina flats. All-in-all this is a very welcome change.
Perhaps it is the fact that French women, on the whole, tend to be longer and leaner than their American sisters, and therefore better suited for the form-fitting, thigh-clingingness that are the legging/tights. Or perhaps the re-make of Fame last year just confused the whole lot? Can someone please explain the appeal? I know that I do not personally ever have to wear them. I am just struggling to find them attractive on anyone at the moment. But, I am clearly the only one (or one of a few), as they keep cropping up in an endless variety of forms, each one more bizarre than the last. I want to like them, I think. Maybe I just have shapely calf envy.
This example is definitely blurry (sorry for any motion sickness), as I was trying to snap a photo and climb the metro stairs, but the oversized polka dots are evident enough. I’ll paraphrase my friend J, who upon seeing the photo commented, “That looks like a disease”.
Clearly, the somber colors and ubiquitous pea coats of winter are on their way out. A very welcome change. Apparently winter seems to have stifled the FFFFP just waiting to burst out. Looking forward to it.
This post was edited to remove as many identifying features of my FFFM/FFFFP personalities as possible after The German gave me a general lecture on European privacy law. Please accept my apologies if I have unveiled anyone inappropriately. Any tips on how to make people’s faces fuzzy (in iPhoto, if possible) in the case where I cannot remove the face for risk of sacrificing the outfit?