Ann Arbor is not Paris, Lord knows it, and a quick conversation with the average guy on this campus would probably confirm it. Ask him to name a French fashion house, and, if he can think of one, he’ll surely name Louis Vuitton. What makes him think of that? He sees a Vuitton monogrammed bag bouncing next to the backside of the girl he’s checking out.

Angela Cesere

My friend Madison, on the other hand, is not of one these guys. He’s the guy the other guys sometimes, sadly, call a girl. Madison recently spent a year in France and acquired there a flair for style: jeans distressed to the point of destruction, playful T-shirts and meaty scarves. He once sent me a photo of him wearing a black flower on his blazer. He now sports a witty Mohawk

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