The Breathless

Nothing leaves you more breathless than the French New Wave. Inspired by Goddard's À bout de souffle, we prance around--um--the only wall in our proximity that looks like it could be part of Europe if some unwieldy construction worker was let loose in the douzième. We're young, in love, and on the run. I'm Jean Seberg, from my talk-to-the-hand feminist stance to my dewy eyeliner, and David is Jean-Paul Belmondo right down to his desperate Humphrey Bogart imitation. We could have been more legit about matchy-matching the period, but since our characters are stealing cars and faking pregnancies, we're in good company pretending.

"Michel? Dites-moi quelque chose gentil."
"Comme quoi?"
"Je ne sais pas!"
"Donc, moi non plus."












Necklace reads: "Je t'aime plus qu'hier moins que demain"

Lauren's Clothes: dress by Paper Doll from Nordstrom, tights by Betsey Johnson, shoes by Gap, hat by H&M, necklace is DIY, pendant from theseasonalcottage on etsy
David's Clothes: sweater by Lacoste, shirt, custom-made, tie by Ralph Lauren, hat by Barneys

The Nostalgists

Don't you ever long for the days when life was simple? Feeling a bit nostalgic for the days of hot lunch versus brown bag, we packed ourselves some lunches and headed for the elementary school days when Mommy dressed us and it was, well, quite obvious that she had, whether, like David, you were forced into a gentlemanly polo, or, like me, effectively decorated with newly acquired Martha Stewart-esque prowess. Waiting for the bus, we're as clueless and mopey as any world-weary 4th grader.











David's Clothes: polo by Lacoste, shorts, self-cut Wranglers, flip flops by Vans
Lauren's Clothes: dress, free at garage sale, shoes, Gap shoes from Out of the Closet in SanFran (thanks Tiffany), fish-eye camera by Lomography
Makeup: Eye, Cheek, and lip color by Tokidoki for Smashbox, mascara by Lancôme Paris, eyeliner by CoverGirl

The Sentimentalists.

About a month ago was the anniversary of our first (and only) date. We decided to reenact the day, since it was quite eventful. The date was meant to be a casual, safe afternoon thing, but quickly spiraled into a multi-meal, multi-movie, 13-hour fiasco involving Borders, ditching a birthday party by walking several miles from said party, Basquiat, pastries, making fun of children, grocery shopping, and pétanque. We donned the outfits we wore on that fateful day last August and headed to the French bakery in Orem that we haven't visited since.





Lauren: dress from Forever 21, necklace from Urban Outfitters
David: tailored shirt from Urban Outfitters, sunglasses from Honk's Dollar Store

Art Fags*

Painting? Sculpture? That is SO 1935. Let's leave the messy business of welding and melding wood and plastic to David Smith or Anthony Caro and do something that requires a little less work, but still allows us to be pretentious enough to call ourselves artistes with that much-needed e. How about spray painting a Joker-ed up Barack Obama? Wrong! All artistes are liberals and too cool for politics OR Marxism. We live by the manifesto of Michael Fried: your art had better damn well look like a happy accident. Lest our work be labeled "theatrical," we blindfold ourselves as we arrange M&Ms in a pattern on the floor. A science project? How dare you! It's art if Donald Judd or I say it is! We wander the streets, using self-made stencils to remind people to read or get enough organic produce, in hopes that, if we can't convince them, Kerouac will. After a long day of sipping carrot juice SO organic it has no label, we retire to the front lawn as a live "installation," shooting squirt guns at passerbys.
(*no offense intended. used as a reference to the song by the Dead Milkmen making fun of pretentious "artists.")
















Lauren's Clothes: shirt self-spray painted (Banksy copy) from Forever 21, skirt homemade, headband homemade, shoes by Toms, book "Why Photography Matters As Art as Never Before" by Michael Fried
David's Clothes: shirt by the band Stars' merchandise via Arts & Crafts, Lauren's pants, self-painted Vans, bag from Saks Fifth Avenue.

The Pseudo-Intellectual Marxists

Better red than yellow! Or green, in the case of ex-"czar" Van Jones. The self-professed commie may have lost this battle, but we, the young, the pseudo, the disenchanted Lenin lovers are here to say: there's plenty more where that came from! Whether we're arguing over Communist literature or penning our own, throwing darts at Ayn Rand's face, or spray painting a hammer and sickle on any available wall housing an avowed C*p*t*l*st, or grooming ourselves for the next anti-? rally, we know what we stand for. And it has something to do with an M.I.A. song.










Lauren's Clothes: skirt from Mom, cat vest from DI, Keroppi necklace gift, t-shirt from Target
David's Clothes: shirt by OSO, arm band from Model Citizen in Salt Lake City, glasses from Urban Outfitters

THAT European couple

Books and berries...we're the ex-Parisian mime-channeling wanderers, poring over Annie Ernaux and evaluating local berries.



























David's clothes: shirt by H&M, Lauren's jeans, watch by Paul Frank.
Lauren's clothes: shirt and jeans from Urban Outfitters, shoes by Steve Madden, scarf unknown, necklace, gift.

Facetious First Post: The Nouveau Riche Art Buyers

Just another fashion blog jumping on the bandwagon? Of course not! We're pioneers, we're proles, we're vagrants, rising from the depths of society (just look at our backyard) to bring something to the world that Nancy Pelosi can't. No, it's not health care, it's much more important than that. Fashion. We're a married couple with closets of lonely clothing and are here to say to the world: you only have to be kind of rich to look good!

Seriously, since we found ourselves married, aka, rarely leaving the house, we decided this would be the best way to let the world know that we can indeed dress ourselves! We've found few fashion blogs that feature couples' ensembles and thought it was about time somebody took a stand. Acquiring a boyfriend, girlfriend, or walking too close to someone of the opposite sex you don't know can cramp your style if your outfits clash.

Donc, voilà. Our blog name comes from the Godard film, Masculin/Feminin. We're former middle-class would-be Europeans who like photography. In our first post we play the nouveau riche art buyers.

David's clothes: suit by Donna Karan, tie is vintage YSL
Lauren's clothes: dress from Nordstrom's rack, shoes from GAP, tights from Target, necklace from birdznbeez
Original painting purchased today at Our Store in Salt Lake City for $10.