It is possible that Catherine Deneuve, prolific French actress, sometime producer, often model and current apple of Nicolas Ghesquiere’s eye is one of the originators of the backslash career. That is, an occupational existence marked by one’s propensity to keep themselves outside of the boxes that define singular, focused jobs.
It is the millennial multitaskers who are often credited with the perpetuation of this contribution to the general workforce, but at the burnout rate on which we’re running, it’s likely that Deneuve will out-influencer us all. Partially because she serves as a muse, which says something about the intersection of her emotional demeanor and style, but also because, frankly, there is nothing I would rather do at this juncture, on a Friday afternoon smack in the middle of a balmy summer almost-weekend, than look at photos of the backslash pioneer and let my minutes of perusing turn into hours before boom! It’s time to go home.
Sometimes I wonder if she ever Google image-searches herself, which is a sort of a timeline of her past life married to her current life and archived by the Internet. Does it feel like a trip down memory lane? Would she guffaw at my calling her youth a trip down memory lane? What was she thinking while she wore that cardigan, resting against a stone wall by the seaside?
Did she wrap those bows into her own hair? And how does she do that thing with her eyes — where they’re mysterious and mischievous but also innocent and say everything but nothing at once?
Where will I find a shell-shaped compact mirror? Should I get a pair of gold hoops?
Start wearing my hair half up, half down? And the headscarves! Oh, the headscarves.
Is it time to go home yet?
Feature photographs by Silver Screen Collection and Larry Ellis/Express via Getty Images; carousel photographs by Larry Ellis/Express and Keystone-FranceGamma-Rapho via Getty Images.