The quest for the perfect pout is long and fraught with peril. If you can relax your jaw long enough to make it past the Isle of Resting Bitchface while keeping your eyes alert enough to escape the Grotto of Why Do You Look So Tired, that coveted air of French Girl mystery will be yours. To aid you on your journey, we hereby invoke the spirit of 60s goddess Françoise Hardy, whose photogenic frowns strike the perfect balance between girl-next-door approachability and femme fatale intrigue. Pout, O muse.
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