Pardon My French
This will sound awful of me: I want to not like Garance Doré. Seriously. Neither she nor her beau have sought fit to photograph me, she strikes me as frivolous (not that there's anything wrong with that), she's French (I have never had good experiences with French women). I will refrain from saying more. You know what someone means when they say they want to not like someone - and, I'm ashamed to say, that is how I feel. Felt.
Interestingly enough, she is worming her way into my heart. First her photos, then her self-deprecating (at times) blog, and now this little web series, with her adorable accent.
I'm liking her more and more.