For the past two years, Natalie Portman has lived in Paris with her French husband and her half-French kid. Natalie is a not-so-secret snooty person, so of course she loved talking about how chic and sophistiqué her new home was compared to that cheez-gobbling slob America. Especially when it comes to clothing. Natalie seems to really like getting out her extendible gold-plated pointer and showing the class (us uncultured yokels) the difference between American and French fashion. For example, thanks to Natalie, I learned that people in Paris would never be caught dead wearing shorts. It sounded like there were so many rules. Natalie won’t be getting that French superiority high anymore, because she recently moved back to Los Angeles.
The Guardian asked her what it was like to be back, and of course she went straight to clothing.
“People in LA are just wild. French people are very judgemental, or in Paris at least, about how you are and how you look. You would never wear workout clothes on the street or sandals or shorts or wild colors. It was fun to get back to where everyone’s just being free.”
Thankfully there is one thing Natalie is able to feel superior about in Los Angeles, and that’s restaurant choices for vegans. I just pictured Natalie running off the plane at LAX and into the arms of a giant bucket of “chicken” from Crossroads Kitchen. Natalie told The Guardian that the vegan restaurants of Paris have “improved” since she moved there.
Natalie says it’s “fun” being back in the land of stretch pants. We’ll see how she feels in a month or two. Just wait until the first time she arrives for a meeting in a $4,000 Dior rich lady ensemble and sees someone in head-to-toe nylon-lycra blend staring back at her. Or who knows? Maybe she’ll embrace the gorgeously tacky couture worn by the most elegant women walking the streets of Los Angeles. If so, I can’t wait for that interview. “There’s such a charming carefree spirit to LA style. Parisians would never have the sartorial courage to wear a too-small bikini top to lunch with a pair of stripper heels.”