French actress Léa Seydoux‘s Jalouse September cover, photographed by Juergen Teller, is bound to be controversial (if I had to guess). I love it. It reminds me of the opening lyric in the Kate Nash song, Mouthwash: “This is my face / Covered in freckles / With the occasional spot and some veins.”
(Full disclosure: I’m currently wearing Seydoux’s exact facial expression and sitting slumped over in my desk chair listening to the aforementioned Kate Nash song, so perhaps I’m overidentifying. Being in bed, lounging around, looking unpresentable — those are all things I believe in with my very core.)
I guess it’s easier to show your sloppiest, sleepiest face when you’re an unequivocally gorgeous blonde-haired, blue-eyed French sex kitten, and yet, I don’t give a sheet. If the world wants to make grumpy, frumpy and lethargic the look for fall, I won’t complain. That’s a trend I would happily follow to its grave.
