In the ‘60s cinema, art, and music scenes, men’s style glided effortlessly between glamorous and cheeky. A bit Masculin Féminin, you could say. Style wasn’t about fashion, but was about evoking a subtle inference. Are his cat eyes borrowed from a lover’s night table? A trench coat in sunny LA – he must have just arrived from London. A tailored blazer with a loose, striped button down…I wonder how he takes his martini. The looks were decidedly scruffed, intellectual yet youthful, and entirely unstudied.
The essence of the Antoine evokes this spirit of arthouse pioneers while leaving room to add conjecture. It’s a vision we’ve long had of Jean-Pierre Léaud or Jean-Luc Godard strolling in these frames, picking up the paper and coffee, on the way to meet a secret lover.
It’s a curious exercise we’ve circulated here: who do you channel wearing these frames? And which parts of you arise confidently, naturally?
