Charlotte Gainsbourg is really cool. Like, really cool. Blue-blooded cool if you will. Stock of Serge and Jane. Compellingly and oddly beautiful. Speaks with a Gallic-British inflection. A little controversial. Provocateur, rather. I suppose Lemon Incest and and a four hour Lars Von Trier romp (Nymphomaniac) will do that for you.
Constantly in multiple ‘This is how you master French Girl Hair’ life hack features (they don’t really work for the record). Tousled, messy bed hair made desirable. And all the more love. For German captions which contain pretty much the sum total of my vocabulary to date.
Ein bisschen chic. Ein bisschen Charlotte.