Playing with proportions, preferrably oversized meets skinny jeans, has almost tuned into a full-time occupation. Conveying the illusion of a never-ending pregnancy is equally fun, particularly when walking around Prenzlauer Berg, where the oversized top guarantees social inclusion. P'Berg or "pregnancy hill" has managed to sell an equally false illusion as oversized tops have, of supposedly featuring the highest birth-rate in all of Europe. I still can't fathom the irony (Germany and pregnancy have not been compatible for decades) and how such a myth was able to transform into a full-blown and completely accepted story. P'Berg has established itelf as Berlin's mecca for young families that prefer buying wooden toys and vegan ice cream for their children.
Here you can also see me cluelessly holding a spray can, seemingly performing acts of vandalism in style. No need to call the police, it ain't real.
Colour bomb ahoi.
I know it's a little cruel to upload photos of Thailand inspired accessories surrounded by coral from the Maledives but what feels like the longest month of the year is almost over and we are crawling towards spring. Currently through slush. Superhero stylist Caroline Issa collaborated with L.K. Bennett and created a jucy collection that at least mentally whisks me away to Thailand's sandy, white beaches. I pounced on these two candy coloured specimens in London. The perfect colour punch for what will be a very white spring. I'm already thinking of wide, billowing trouers and a white leather jacket. Dapper.
Now I want coconut water.
General Schwan is up for the bat. I love this dirty old town.
I am wearing an Acne cap, a t-shirt from Thailand, Denim & Supply jeans, a vest by The Ragged Priest, a Fashionology necklace, boots from Choies and an Alexander Wang bag.
I finally managed to get hold of a temporary camera replacement until my lens returns. It seems to be far more damaged than I thought since it's been in the repair shop for almost two weeks now!
Anyways, to far more pressing things. Why this outfit works for me: my 2€ pant/skirt/dropcrotch-contraption from Thailand coupled with a hippie jacket, a t-shirt that looks as if it has been infested by months, rounded off with two totally classic and sleek pieces, the tassel loafers and my oversized, orange wallet that is large enough to pass as a clutch but completely fails in that department. My pant-contraption is almost like Mary Poppins' bag. The amount of stuff that fits into them without appearing bulky is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Wow that was a nightmare to type.
I am wearing a second hand Étoile Isabel Marant jacket, an Iro t-shirt, a trouser-thingy from Thailand, loafers by Alexander Wang and a Hermès wallet.