Being in the South of France has me dusting off my high-school French—and I’m très pleased with myself. But apparently fluency isn’t the only thing coming back: I’ve also coaxed out my inner Française, who would like to spend next season in little cotton tops, checks, scarves, ballet flats, and anything that looks vaguely like it could have been picked up in Provence rather than packed in Los Angeles. So, in the interest of full immersion, below: the clothes about to play the part. Because if I’m going to attempt the accent, I might as well dress for it too with the red tie-neck shirt and , the , the , a seductive , the (around $200!), a ,, a , and the Alex Mill barn jacket. A bien tot!