I don't remember what experience I had, what film I saw, what book I read, or what photo I saw that convinced me that I wanted to be French. It could have been seeing "Delicatessen" in a little theater in San Francisco with my sister Kathy and loving how far it took me away from my hometown. I still don't understand why I thought learning French was not worth the struggle and instead turned to German. There is no logic in that decision considering what I love in my life.
I bought "Entre Nous - A Woman's Guide to Finding Her Inner French Girl" years ago with the true intent of finding my inner French girl. I didn't find her much to my dismay but I still try to emulate the idea of her in certain ways. There is a lot of stuff in my life that is from or inspired by France.
My current role model is Francoise Hardy - at least the way she looks. I can't pull off the gorgeous straight hair with the current humidity but I love her style.
Other current French loves -
The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo - as Debbie questioned, why in the world did Disney make a cartoon out of this book.
Isabel Marant (coats and jewelry)
Rust and Bone (finally saw it on DVD)
Christian Dior sunglasses