Photos by Jana van de Boldt, edited by me
My love for Sotland meant that hopping on the tartan train was obviously going to happen and this Ganni coat is the perfect androgynous don't care blanket hybrid to throw on over pretty much anything. The more tartan the merrier, best incorporated as a scarf that has taken on a life of its own. The chance of an overdose is pretty much close to nil, which KTZ already demonstrated with its tartan army of models on the catwalk last year. All that is missing now is a pair of bagpipes for me to toot.
This pair of wool coated, neoprene drop-crotch pants by German label Rundholz remind of a forest gnome gone goth and are clearly on a whole other level of awesome. Gold accents, a mother of a hangover and this Moxham weapon of destruction hanging around my neck are the final touches to one of my first Fall outfits.
I am back in Berlin and have taken the shitty weather with me and am now getting some kind of plan together for my trip to Paris next week.