There’s something about a Chanel purse that makes me want to be… more womanly. I want to wear stiletto heels and pencil skirts everywhere, to smoke posh cigarettes and wear scarlet lipstick.
I could just as easily have subsituted the word "womanly" for the word "French" up there, couldn’t I?
But that’s Chanel: sophistication and elegance of a very particular kind; the kind that you have to be born with (or else have spent seven years in a Swiss finishing school to attain).
It’s such a ladylike, glamorous fashion house, the kind of glamour all women aspire to: every prom and wedding and dinner party, every expensive perfume and slow dance, all distilled into a purse.
Like Louis Vuitton, they are one of the few labels who can put their logo prominently, perhaps even obscenely, on their goods and not come across as tacky. Exceptional quality and style as well as a enormous range to choose from…
I can’t wait to be a grown-up so I can wear Chanel everyday.
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