Even my friends and I dressed better than that, and we wore hoodies and Carhart jeans for two years solid during Sixth Form. I didn’t see one trenchcoat-wearing girl with slippy caramel-coloured hair and sunglasses. The cool gene obviously doesn’t kick in until the early twenties, or never if you live in the suburbs.
Reading FabSugar’s imaginatively named 10 Fashion Observations, Straight from Paris I caught myself doubting whether our London lovelies really could hold a Diptyque candle to their Parisian sisters. There's just something about the French. For a start they stick to classic colours: black, white, nude, beige, red, navy. But, if you’re mixing a wardrobe comprised of only six colours, surely it’s easy to look stylish? Nil points.
The British are more eclectic; we don’t raise a perfectly arched brow of disgust if a girl’s patterned coat clashes with her skirt. I am deliberately distrustful of the matchy-matchy brigade. But somehow the French manage to do it without looking twee. I think it’s something to do with the plate-glass shine to their hair, and the conspicuous lack of jewellery. The girls all seem to have perfect skin as well: they do say the French take their grooming very seriously.
It’s part innate style, part attitude. You’d never hear a Parisian bragging, ‘You like? It cost 10 euros!’ But l I don’t think there’s anything wrong with pride in bagging a bargain, and I’m definitely not throwing away my H&M.