I just arrived back in Berlino (this makes me laugh everytime) and wanted to leave you with one little taste before blasting you with impresisons of Milan Fashion Week for the next few days. There is so much to tell you that I don't even know where to begin. This was my first time attending an international Fashion Week and to put it bluntly, it blew my mind.
I spent most of Saturday hunting my prey, a.k.a. elaborately dressed, perfectly groomed, size 0 women and ridiculously attractive, intimidating, James-Bond-lookalike men because that is 95% of the Milan Fashion Week posse. As you can imagine, I was right in my element. I was wearing a jumper by J.W. Anderson, the bottom of which I had to roll up because it produced a weird kink that made me look like I had three love handles on my left hip instead of one. With this came an Asos leather skirt and Christian Louboutin pumps that I neglected to reheal before the weekend, meaning that yes, I was walking on two nails... click click click, slip, shit, click. The accessories donned were my beloved Moxham Amarna bracecelet, my Anton Heunis necklace and the red Celine Nano Luggage. My perfectly tousled (unbrushed) hair that I like to describe as beach waves, together with a slightly red tipped nose thanks to an advancing blemish, and no makeup because I was afraid it would run (red lipstick not included), meant that I did, in fact, feel out of place.
But it didn't matter.
I had an amazing time meeting and shooting amazing people like Germany's InStyle editors, Maria Kolosova, Harper's Bazaar editor and blogger of Kyklamasha and the Lifestylehunters duo, Niels Oostenbrink and Linda Tol. In the end I didn't feel so out of place anymore, even though my blemish was.
More to come tomorrow!