Quilted and embellished regality at its finest, rounded off with classic red lips. When you are encased in onion-like layers each day during winter, a statement coat can be completely transformational, not much else is needed. I'm still habitually reaching towards my leather trousers five out of seven mornings. Calling them a staple is starting to sound laughable and I'm already imagining you rolling your eyes and thinking, "not again!" Maybe tomorrow you'll be in luck.
I am wearing a D&G jacket, my quilted Topshop x J.W. Anderson top tucked away underneath (similar here), Acne leather trousers (similar here) and Chloé boots.
I have completely fallen for berry hues and rich prints, most likely being prompted by the brilliant colour spectrum that's befallen the trees in Berlin. These photos that Jana took capture autumn's melancholic beauty so well. Fall always makes me want to get lost in my own thoughts, bury my nose in fantasy books and cuddle up under the covers with Hamish and Alasdair. It's by far my favourite season of the year. Combining my favourite quilted top with a puffy, gauzy blouse and this geometric-print vest was something I've been meaning to try for ages.
I am wearing a Topshop top, Fleamadonna blouse, Marni vest, Current/Elliot jeans, Alexander Wang loafers and a Christopher Kane clutch.
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:
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.
An explosion of colour and tan skin
I have no idea who she is but she is incredibly beautiful and her Fendi outfit a dream.
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!
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.
I find the small, surprising detail of the scuffed boots makes this outfit so spectacular, not to mention that beautiful bag.
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.
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.