In answer to my post title: no! Maybe two words: merci and au revoir. Does that count as three?

Apologies for not being able to reply to all the comments yet, my work has been super busy and I have a few projects running on the side that have been swallowing up a lot of my free time.

Thanks to a reader, Lena, I came across the menswear label Brooklyn We Go Hard (BWGH), and after googling where I could snap up this sexy jumper, I found it at Soto, which is just down the street from my work and also happens to be one of my favourite shops in Bärlin. If I were a man, which wardrobe-wise I am quickly turning into, I would most likely move in there and Band of Outsiders would become my sleepwear of choice.

Needless to say, my lunchbreak turned into a Soto pit stop, the result of which was this jumper gracing my shoulders.

Neon pumps, a pair of boyfriend jeans (I don't even remember what a pair of normal jeans fits like) and a little bit of collar swag sealed the deal.

I am wearing a BWGH jumper, a vintage shirt, Zara jeans and Christian Louboutin pumps (similar here).

 

After attending the Frankie Morello show (of which I was not able to take any photos - the amount of cell phones placed right in front of my face, just over my head and next to my ears meant my senses were pretty much out of service, pun not intended), Anouk and I hobbled to the next taxi that dropped us off just outside the Fendi show. That akward feeling that crept up on me at Frankie Morella was multiplied by about a thousand once I saw the mass of models, celebrities and photographers milling outside the main entrance.

My camera did allow me to hide 65% of my moony face, which automatically made me feel a lot of more at ease. Please understand, I have no problem with my looks but I am also not confident enough to hurl myself into a group of individuals such as the ones I spoke about in my post here and think "hey, this is where I belong, I definitely fit in". I'm rather that person that accidentlly snorts when they laugh or has food stuck in their hair.

But, for anyone that appreciates an inspirational outfit, Milan Fashion Week will leave you with various bugs trying to fly into your permanently open mouth. The attendees master that perfect balance between eclectic, chic, innovative and couture, something that you don't really see in Berlin and something that I don't really believe exists in such a way in London. Then again, each Fashion Week, may it be New York, London, Milan, Paris, Berlin or Stockholm, offers its own, unique mix of diverse but regionally influenced style that is impossible to copy.

What you're looking at:

1. Elisa Nalin: one of the few well known women that was laughing and smiling and bringing an air of lightheartedness to an event that feels like everything but.
2. An explosion of colour and tan skin
3. I have no idea who she is but she is incredibly beautiful and her Fendi outfit a dream.
4. Legs that go on forever, also knows as the incredible Maria Kolosova, editor of Harper's Bazaar and blogger of Kyklamasha. Anouk interviewed her for CofD previously. Read it here!
5. Our conversaiton started something like this, me: "May I take your picture? Are you from Germany? I thought I heard you speaking German...", them: "Ahhh! How exciting yes we are! We are the editors of InStyle! Where are you from?" And then we exchanged friendship bracelets and hugged it out. Just kidding about that last part. It was a close call though.
6. Linda Tol, the blonder half of the Dutch duo behind Lifestylehunters.
7. I find the small, surprising detail of the scuffed boots makes this outfit so spectacular, not to mention that beautiful bag.
8. The pyjama trend, finally making it acceptable to fall asleep in public. This should have been trendy back when I was in university. Maybe keep those bunny printed, fleece onesies safely tucked away in your bedroom though becaue I'm pretty sure that they won't fall under the "acceptable" category. 
9. Ivelina, I, and the frumpy, rolled up jumper that makes me look like I'm smuggling the contents of a small supermarket underneath...I've decided to crop that badboy and allude to the fact that I do atually have somewhat of a waistline. (These two photos are by FriChic, edited by me)

I am wearing a J.W. Anderson jumper, an Asos skirt, an Anton Heunis necklace, a Moxham bracelet, a Celine bag and Christian Louboutin pumps. 

 

I am seriously stepping outside of my comfort zone with a skirt like this. I don't do mini or tight, practically ever. This time though, the draping and the fabric won me over. Occasionally it's necessary to force yourself to veer away from your trusted staples. Fellow CofD beauty Romy looks particularly stunning in it. Balancing it with some oversized, grungy basics was inadvertible though for me to make this look my own.

 

Ok so this isn't a real Dirndl (although one with neon stitching would be beyond awesome) but a dress from ASOS. The mid length, the cut-out detail in the front and the neon detail made me fall in love with it immediately. It's the perfect twist on something more old fashioned and the ideal summer dress. Of course I had to pair it with more neon, especially this mini-studded bag from Aila.

I am wearing an ASOS dress, a bag by AILA and Christian Louboutin shoes.

P.S. I know my toes appear kind of claw-like. Although the shoes are actually very comfortable, my toes are packed in like sardines in a can (minus the smell).

Ok, also ein echtes Dirndl trage ich ja nicht (obwohl eines mit Neon-Spitze einfach mal überfällig ist) aber ein Kleid von ASOS. Die Länge, das Ausgeschnittene vorne sowie die Neon-Details haben mich dazu gebracht mich Hals über Kopf in das halbe Trachtenkleid zu verlieben. Natürlich musste ich es mit einer Neon-Tasche und dem passenden Schuhwerk kombinieren.

Ich trage ein ASOS Kleid, eine AILA Tasche und Schuhe von Christian Louboutin.

 

Running around with this jacket on purely because you love it makes no sense when it is almost 30 degrees outside. Yes, you heard correctly, it is almost 30 degrees in Berlin and I am wearing a heavy denim jacket and indigo jeans. Who said global warming doesn't exist? Soon there will be palm tries lining the streets and they'll have to change the name Unter den Linden.

I want spring though and I'm going to have it at least wardrobe wise. I am a walking tropical drink right now. I can't get enough of obnoxious, bright colours, preferably pink. Trashy tie dye and faded denim, such a delicious concoction. The jacket, the bag and the paint splatter effect shoes on python leather were pretty much meant to be worn together.

I am wearing an Isabel Marant jacket, T-shirt from Thailand, Fossil jeans, Christian Louboutin pumps and a Celine bag.