"THE GIRLS OF OLD TOWN"
How fitting a title for this shot. Truth be told, this is not the full Cannes day I had envisioned. If the ball were in my court – we would’ve boated on over to Île Saint-Honorat for a wine tasting in a true Williams family Sunday spirit. However my mother can be rather persistent and was determined to do some homeware shopping, as she commits to do so in all visited destinations. After sulking at the souk, I realized that I had found myself snap bang in the center of the next best thing – Old Town Cannes Le Suquet. Oh the euro’s I would spend that day, on no-name brand aspiring LV’s, Balenciaga’s, Chanel's et so on et so forth. Hotter than the curry coloured walls and wasabi influenced goods, in hindsight it was a great and flamboyant day in the old Quarter of Cannes.
Waking up and getting ready, I knew my gear had to be both functional and fashion. I mean, whether it was consuming wine or perspiring and wining, one had to be prepared for whatever Cannes would cast you as. Clearly my obsession with a good slip dress is apparent, I mean – here’s a ruched little slitty number. A floral and nude 80’s scrunchy because well hair and heat, and roped sandals to tie the whole look up. Best foot forward, is where the functionality came into play – with the rope rendered part-slider part-espadrille sandal. Although not as obviously pervasive as most, the likes of Valentino, Chanel, Topshop showed us the ropes and echoed that this textile trend is knot to be taken fore granted.