oh, charlotte

charlotte gainsbourg. it's impossible to not fall in love with her. big-eyed and coltish. long-limbed and shy and soft-voiced. but that quiet face seems tough too, sharp and discriminating, urbane. like she knows a thing or two. like she might always know more than you, but she likes to stay quiet and watch and wonder. she probably smokes too much. she probably likes the early mornings when no one else is awake. she's boyish and girlish. she's bright and she broods. she must read before she goes to bed. she must like the look of simplicity and brand-new white t-shirts, and the way her stomach feels in an elevator. she probably likes to walk without a particular place to get to. she must cry easily when you least expect it and not at all when you would. it would be impossible to not fall in love with her.