Ever heard the word insouciance? This is how the French call the art of appearing spontaneously perfect, as if it were something perfectly natural. It is at the heart of everything we recognize as a ‘French style’ in every field. But what is that impalpable aura that’s almost impossible to reproduce? It is an elusive, indefinable virtue that is best expressed in frames and still images. It is the cigarette hanging from the corner of Jean Paul Belmondo’s mouth. It is Antoine Doinel’s rebellious and unrepentant look in Truffaut’s films. It is the innate grace of Jeanne Moreau running on a bridge dressed in masculine clothes, Françoise Hardy’s barely disheveled hair, Brigitte Bardot’s perfectly oversized Breton-striped top. Frenchitude is not just a symbol of French popular culture, it is itself an icon. But basically, one does not need to be an icon to express it: the secret is knowing how to play with a few, simple elements, adding a small, unexpected detail to a minimalist ensemble. Without ever, ever taking oneself too seriously.