Hamish tried to pet my face and while attempting to do so, managed to put his claw into my eyeball. I am back now, wearing my favourite 5€ aztec print jacket in combo with actual blue jeans (blue jeans!), my ghetto backpack and some white trainers. Hamish is looking equally savvy. And my eyeball too.
I am wearing a vintage fleece jacket, a t-shirt from Mija, an Anton Heunis necklace, jeans c/o Pepe Jeans London, Isabel Marant trainers and an MCM backpack.
The glorification of the mundane; I couldn't love the print of this dress any more. While in NYC I bought this Yankees jersey and although I played softball for 5 years competetively, I have no clue about any players that are in the Major League. Don't look at me like that.
Rodriguez is one of my favourite singers and songwriters though, so my ignorance aside, I wear it with pride over a very short Campbell's soup can print dress. I don't know whether I am confused or amused that both items are the same length.
This look is also a part of the Pepe Jeans blogger battle and I would like to humbly ask you to vote for me if this look has met your styling expectations and you feel it's worthy of a high five. The vote that wins will receive a 500 € shopping spree.
I am wearing a Pepe Jeans leather jacket and dress (dress courtesy of Pepe Jeans), a New York Yankees baseball jersey and Isabel Marant trainers.
Not my skateboard (found it leaning against a wall), not my shoes (Lea's). Unfortunately. But both are awesome. Is it weird that I take great enjoyment in the fact that the soles of the shoes match the wheels?
My kindergarten jumper has not received the seriously high amount of adoration it is due. Penguins, bow ties and pastel colours – how could I not have worn it more often?! My inner child goes into hibernation during the winter months and now that Spring has finally won the battle, it's busting through and making me take out my most childish pieces. Next destination: the playground.
I am wearing an Acne leather jacket, a vintage jumper and shirt underneath, Current/Elliot jeans (similar here and here), Lea's Isabel Marant trainers and a Céline wallet.
Not to start sounding like a tape recorder but, I'M BACK. Really. Truly. Seriously. The flu hit me hard this time, in addition to the stress of moving but I beat both bastards. Here I am chilling in my new crib, covered in Isabel Marant's blood-red flower meets prison print that feels like a fist hitting winter hard in the face. The 90s flare cut would normally make me cringe, evoking images of Spice Girls gone wrong, but when it comes with fringed seams, even I can't control myself. I upped the ante by throwing in a strong dose of soft white, topped off with my angry muffins.
Finally, to announce the winner of the goddamn giveaway, chosen by the random number generator: Rhoda Wong! You can start writing Christine Centenera that loveletter. Thank you everyone for partaking! There will be more giveaways in the future!
I am wearing an Acne leather jacket, a Margaux Lonnberg Tee, Isabel Marant jeans and Celine pumps.
I know I'm slightly obsessed with regards to shooting in front of graffiti. I think at this point I have shamefully placed myself in front of all notably dilapidated buildings in Berlin's Mitte and Prenzlauer Berg districts; they are so much more interesting than the perfectly restored ones. Now that I have moved to Friedrichshain, I'll progressively employ it's 10am, post-Berghain cool vibe for personal vanity. Ahh, the shallow joys of blogging! The artfully sprayed (still searching for the word penis somewhere), flesh-coloured and bullet riddled beauty of a wall proved to be the perfect backdrop for my inner-granny outfit. The ladylike aspect of the coat and bag were gracefully taken down a peg or two with studded boots and what could pass as a onesie pyjama. A dash of pattern was provided courtesy of Isabel Marant herself.
I am wearing a vintage coat, an Isabel Marant Étoile jacket, an Urban Outfitters onesie, Chloé boots and a vintage Chanel bag.