“I like your hat,” I said. “It’s a beret,” he said, “…from France.” And I must admit I have never seen such a beautiful beret nor one worn so well as on this gentleman. He was arresting in his simplicity – the black jacket, black trousers, polished black shoes, white shirt, and of course, the piece de resistance, zee beret. I don’t usually do B&W of my subjects, but I just couldn’t help myself here; the aura of this man doesn’t need colour to shine. This photo takes me back to my days in Montmartre, where I lived on baguettes, wine, and amour… (ahem)
This woman is amazing. She made everything she’s wearing except for the jewelry. There is so much visual excitement in this black ensemble: a belted, collared cape made from luxurious fabric, a lacy, full skirt, a textured polka-dot scarf, and buckled Fluevog ankle boots. She sees things she likes in street markets or high-end stores then adds her own twist to create tailor-made pieces for herself and sometimes (lucky) friends and family. This woman is originally from Yugoslavia and here in Canada she misses the daily attention paid to styling and grooming among many Europeans.