Love doesn’t make the world go round, crushes do. Love is just the crush in its highest form.
I crush on everything. Girls that I spy on the street, sales assistants in boutiques, obscure French actresses, writers who are long dead, marketing campaigns, particular species of plants. Crushing is what justifies my rolling out of bed in the morning to the sound of my iphone alarm (the incessant quacking of a duck).
Alexa Chung is one of those girls. Clemence Poesy is another. And of course, Ms Sevigny. The manufactured ‘it’ girls of Hollywood that pollute the pages of tabloid magazines are a source of great repugnance to me. They genuinely appear to be of vile personalities. The unpretentious indie girls over in the European continent are much more to my liking.
Alexa Chung exudes nonchalance in everything she wears. French nautical stripes, toffee coloured leather and forest-green parkas that the Queen of England would wear on a hunting trip make for an aesthetic that is easy and cool.
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