Another week, another Observer debutard. Today George Gurley introduces us to Charlotte Bocly, a nineteen-year-old resident of Park Avenue and Bridgehampton. Charlotte's a woman whose knowledge belies her tender years. Join us after the jump and spend a little time with a girl who just might be Brigitte Bardot's granddaughter.
• "I was like, 'Oh my God, hello, how are you?'" she said. "He [Matt Dillon] shakes my hand and doesn't let go of it. And I was like, 'Um, O.K., can I help you?' He's like, 'I really like your style, blah blah blah blah blah, and can I get your number?' He said he liked my bag. And I was like, 'I like your Army hat.' He said, 'I'll call you some time.' And I was like, 'You know, I'm not the one to give out my number, I always take numbers. How about I take your number?' And he was like, 'Oh, no, no, no.' And I said, 'Why not?' I was trying to play my cards right. I said, 'I've seen you before, met you before, at Butter, and you seemed a lot shorter then.'"
•"I'm not like a big modeling type," she said. "If I were to have like a face—you know, be more public—I wouldn't want to do it through modeling at first. That's something you do after, for fun. It's a matter of principle, I think."
• "Gstaad is New York City without, like—I'm not going to say like the commoners, but you take a certain group of people and you just put them together in a little world, in a bubble, and that's what it is," she said. "I have come to love it. I had a phase where I was like, 'Fuck all these people; it's not real life.' I've come to love it because I can go there, have fun with people I think are ridiculous, just enjoy their company."
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