Here's something that my anonymus source called "pure, unadulterated French style, youth, fashion and chic". Well, all I can say is that boys dressed all white with their shirts wide open, rosaries hanging on their chests, wearing hills and touching their hair more often than I DO (which, you know, is not all that easy), give me bad vibes. Plus: that is so yesterday, this recycled Prince style. And you know, there is only one Prince, whom I worship. And he can actually sing BB Boy Brillant Brunettes or whatever you're called.