isabel marant is a treehugger

Isabel Marant is my kind of girl. Usually, when a famous says they're heading back to the land, it only means they are staying in a hotel bangalo with 2 nannies to take care of the kids and perhaps the cook. Not so for Isabel Marant. T Magazine just featured a spead on Marant's weekend abode and the su-pere-cool french fashion designer literally heads into the woods for a little R&R.

Marant's country cabin in Fountainebleu on the banks of the Loing River has things like pristine air for amenities; the cabin itself is a) is modestly sizde b) has no address or visably marked road and c) doesn't come with running water or electricity. How does she flush? The old fashioned way. With buckets of water hand-pumped from a spring and a lack of squemishness. Which is su-pere-cool.

By the way, after reading the piece, my husband may need to fashion me a treehouse and from now on, we only use candles and kerosene lanterns at night. We're definitely building that greywater system we've been talking about in the new place. I think oui.