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