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Simplist Icon: Sofia Coppola

Sofia Coppola breaks all the rules of the red carpet. She prefers flats to stilettos, and wears virtually no jewellery. She mainly opts for simple clothes in muted colours that conceal far more than they reveal. Her hair falls in casual waves, while her face bears only a trace of nude makeup. Nonetheless, the director is one of the best-dressed women in Hollywood. Coppola succeeds in making discreet understatement look glamorous. Her outfits have an aura of effortless chic, her look comes across as modest, up-to-date and unobtrusively feminine. Although she is blessed with an enormous sense of style, one might even think that she was not particularly interested in fashion at all.

Yet it is not by chance that the Italian-American is an icon of style. As an eleven year-old in high school, she was already wearing Chanel. Three years later, she was Karl Lagerfeld’s assistant in Paris. At eighteen, she was a cover girl for Vogue. Later, she founded the fashion label Milk Fed, which is produced and distributed in Japan. Most Recently, Coppola decided to become a film director, telling stories unique in their consistent production values and strong sense of visual detail. Mo, the style is anything but accidental.

Coppola is not only equally familiar with the demands of Hollywood and the fashion business, she is so from birth. And perhaps her handling of them is a bit more relaxed than others because of it. She enjoys fashion, but won’t be tyrannized by it. Her unconventionally attractive, self-confident elegance is inspiring – even for fashion designers. Coppola’s favourite designer Marc Jacobs declared her his muse without hesitation. And indeed went a step further. “If i were a girl, Sofia’s the one i’d like to be.” Sometimes it’s worth bending a few rules.

Piece¬†originally written by: Simone Werle in “Fashionista a Century of Style Icons”

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It’s in The Click of My Heels

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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