A month or two ago my good friend Isaac gifted me a copy of L’Officiel upon return from his trip to Paris. I’d never heard of it. As you might have been able to establish, the magazine’s french. And being french, it’s in french. I don’t speak french. At all. But I don’t need to speak french to look at the pictures (which I have, dozens and dozens of times over) and I don’t need to speak french to establish how amazing that cover girl is. Which brings me to the point of this post:
Barbara Palvin.*




















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