… sorry, the title is a stretch. It’s supposed to be Parisians. whatevs.
I’m truly conflicted about Venus Williams’ French Open outfit. People should be able to wear whatever they want, on the street or on the tennis court. But I can’t deny my initial gut reaction when I first saw this photo, which was:
So many questions. Did she design it? (Most likely. She’s worn a very similar getup before.) Are people more OK with lingerie on the tennis court as long as it’s someone who’s a tennis world champ? (Probably. You gotta earn your right to wear barely there lace. Just like earning the right to grunt. When playing tennis, I mean.) Does the fashion even matter? (Probably not.) Even though tennis fashion has always mattered in one way or the other? (Eh.) Or did she just take a fashion risk while she was in Europe? (Definitely.)
“Kathleen Kelly: It happened in Spain. People do really stupid things in foreign countries.
Frank Navasky: Absolutely. They buy leather jackets for much more than they’re worth. But they don’t fall in love with fascist dictators!”
(P.S. I’m not comparing her outfit to loving Generalissimo Franco. I just like this line from “You’ve Got Mail.”)
This is all to say … you go girl?
In other news, North and South Korea are playing a real-life game of “You Sunk My Battleship” and Hill Clinton had some words for North Korea, while she was in China. Hmm, talking smack on N. Korea in the land of it’s ONLY ALLY should make for fun international relations with the Chinese.
(Sidenote: This was literally the funniest picture of Hu Jintao I could find. The Chinese State dept. is on LOCKDOWN.)
Today is brought to you by the snazzy little vest I’m wearing that I bought at Tulle. Ladies, Tulle has an amazing sale the first Tuesday of every month. Ridiculous markdowns. RIDICULOUS. OK, I’m done advertising. But the vest has some serious sass. Fiction coming soon.