It struck me recently that the gentlemen de Paris are infinitely cooler than others. And because they don't care, they're cooler still.
How do they do it?
What is it they are not doing which makes them do it? How much do they have to not give a shit before they appear to be giving a shit? And so on it goes. Et on et on.
I don't believe Parisians think about what's happening when getting dressed. It leads me to believe all wardrobes in Paris are curated with the same nonchalance as their curators. And that's the thing. The nonchalance. Nothing vain or shallow, but genuine disinterest in dressing for others. It's a Parisians sixth sense, to dress with indifference.
The city itself has nurtured the finest fashion designers ever seen. I wonder with that back catalogue, if Parisians have just seen it all and they've had enough? Imagine having YSL and Chanel on your chic doorstep. I'd be fed up too. Mon Dieu.
The melancholic weather that lurks about Paris' skies might help. The Film Noir rainy days in the autumn and bright days in the summertime would make some people quake, but for natives it's ideal. Didn't someone once say a Parisian would be in heaven in nothing but a trench coat? Imagine.
So maybe it's the lifestyle that shapes a suave Parisian. Their surroundings build their wardrobes, their food, their wine build their relaxed disposition and the nonchalance (taught from an early age no doubt) helps to fire their curiosity. I don't suppose they would ever tell us. It would spoil la magie and I wouldn't want that.
You can always try to recreate this yourself, but it takes an awful lot of carelessness:
Shots by Tommy Ton during Paris Fashion Week S/S 2014.
Basic Approach To Style
