Following H&M’s big reveal of the first piece from their forthcoming collaboration with Isabel Marant the other day, the mega-brand tweeted a picture of a menswear piece from the collection marking the first time the French designer has dabbled with the men’s department. 

Wearing a similar print to the one seen in the womenswear teaser, the model gives us little clue what we can expect from the Marant Man, but with so many fantasy fitties streaming through tumblr right now, most notably Your LL Bean Boyfriend, it’s only right that we imagine just what kind of guy he would be (and how we can date him).

He has a beard. Of course he does, all the cool guys do now, and obviously he’s going to be cool. Not that he knows it, like, he’s just always bought vinyl over MP3s. Marant’s main appeal has always been its laissez-faire vibe, so he’s more ‘screw shaving’ than self-consciously hipster-hirsute.

He’s French – because duh! Marant IS French cool. But he’s French in a Breton stripe and ‘I’m an intellectual’ glasses kind of way, rather than in a genuinely Gallic, Eric Cantona kind of way.

He’s outdoorsy. When goading us with life envy, Isabel Marant is fond of describing her weekend cabin retreat, a romantic sounding wilderness hideout where Marant dude could build a fire, spit-roast something and read you his latest poetry (obviously he writes poetry – he’s faux French). 

He likes cats. It’s been proven by science that cat people are more distinctive, creative, intelligent and open to new experiences that those bothering themselves about dogs, and aren’t those qualities you’d want your beardy, outdoorsy, French boyfriend to have? They’re certainly qualities you’d associate with the bohemian vibes of the Marant girl. Although it might be weird if he takes his cat for a walk in the woods by the cabin. 

He reads. Isabel Marant’s low-glamour approach to style suggests a person who’s more likely to be seen with a book than a blow-dryer, and as such, when the Marant man’s not cutting down trees, he’ll be reading, let’s say, Camus, so you can get into heated discussions together about the brainy books you’re into when you’re up at that cabin.