This is Art Director, come blogger, come style icon, come front rower, Natalie Joos blog. Natalie Joos is one of my style hero's and icons. A post about her style is on its way. for the meantime though, here is an extract from her blog, Tales of Endearment. If you dont know this blog, check it out. It contains beautiful images, words and styling: it really deserves to be made into a quarterly magazine, or a coffee table book. This post from Natalie is on the model and mother Valentine.... Enjoy.
When I arrive at the house, Valentine is standing on her front door step in the drizzling rain, smoking a cigarette. “It’s the last one,” she mutters with visible regret. “I’m trying to enjoy it while it lasts.” Not that she’s quitting or anything – she’s French after all. The pack’s empty and the baby sitter she sent on a mission isn’t coming back for a while. “Too bad, you just missed Gigi!” she exhales. “Can you believe she’s already one?” Last time I was in London, Valentine was still pregnant, so yeah, there’s that agonizing notion of age nagging its way up to my one-year-older forehead. But I actually haven’t seen Valentine since her modeling days in New York (if you don’t count our run-in at Le Baron in Paris a week earlier). Has it really been ten years? She was always one of the happy, je-m’en-fous, sociable girls, who could hold a conversation without checking herself in the mirror every five seconds. There was never a trace of any make-up, or conceivable indication of grooming; she was natural, free-spirited, and a little bit loopy, kind of like Camille Bidault-Waddington, whom she in fact refers to as her style icon “4 ever”. And when I look at her today, as a 28-year old mom, in beat-up crocodile moccasins, and questionable posture, I realize she hasn’t changed a hair. My poor old forehead concurs.
