We’ve got decidedly different weather to contend with, and we definitely can’t profess to know as much about winevin and cheese fromage as they do, but we California girls feel a strange kinship to our French friends, at least on the fashion front. Parisians prize that same cool, laid-back aesthetic we L.A. girls can’t get enough of, and for that very reason, we log serious hours scrolling through the Instagram feeds of style setters based in the City of Light.
After careful consideration (and maybe a bottle of Bordeaux), we’ve honed in on three French girl–approved outfit ideas we’re planning on re-creating for the season ahead… Best of all, we put all these looks together using new-season pieces from L’AGENCE, that editor-favorite designer that incorporates a bit of Parisian attitude into all of its California-designed pieces. As it turns out, fresh fall outfit inspiration is only a few clicks away, mon amis…
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I don’t care if pumpkin spice lattes have been on the menu at your local coffee shop since mid-June… As fashion editors, we don’t consider it fall until we’ve purchased a fresh new checked blazer (or two, if we’re being perfectly honest). Ditto for a pair of perfect straight-leg jeans and a silky black bodysuit… Together, these pieces make for an outfit that’s polished enough for the office but not too stuffy when you and your co-workers decide to call it a day and reconvene at the wine bar across the street from the office.
French girls also appreciate the appeal of a cozy cardigan (especially one in fall’s earthy It hue), and we love the idea of adding in the matching cami underneath… Here in L.A., you never know whether a fall evening in Santa Monica will be 60º or 90º, after all. Keep the ’70s vibe alive by way of these excellent high-rise flares—very Charlotte Gainsbourg, if we do say so ourselves.
Fall date-night ideas I’ve come up with for this very chic L’AGENCE slip dress I can’t stop thinking about: a good French double-feature at my favorite local repertory theater (Alain Delon fan club member checking in); a table for two at a dimly lit café somewhere in Silverlake where I can’t correctly pronounce a thing on the menu; or perhaps a friend’s gallery opening somewhere downtown. Again, layers are your friend, and an (almost) all-black outfit will never steer you wrong.