Some trailor park white trash vibes to get you started into the weekend just right: denim on denim with a slice of lemon. Ain't nobody got time for outfits that don't mean business. I didn't even have to travel to Marzahn to find my new miniature blue home, lovingly sprayed with graffiti. Schöneberg clearly has its own little piece of ghetto. I am off to the Blogger and Designer Market where I'll be selling some ghettoesque attire to make you blend into Schöneberg's trashier side just as well. Comy by!
I'm wearing a vintage denim jacket, an It's Ok My Dear blouse, J-Brand jeans and Givenchy boots.
I don't believe in queues, especially not for clothing. How I didn't pick up on Britain's favourite pastime while living in Scotland is beyond me. With a cup of tea (herbal, not black) in my hand I clicked the white and black leather Isabel Marant pour H&M trousers home in the evening of the launch day without participating in the solidarity camp on Friedrichstraße thank you very much. Since I also don't believe in leather trousers without belt loops that was the practical detail that sealed the deal. After several wears leather leggings end up at my ankles and I'd prefer to keep my cheeks covered in this weather but you wouldn't imagine how difficult it is to find decent leather trousers with belt loops.
I have already raved on about Gaudeli's Vintage, my favourite vintage store in Berlin and now you can see the coat and blazer from her store in all their glorious action. She sources all her impeccable pieces from Italy and yesterday we had a long chat over chocolate cake about her and her store's history. Get ready for an in-depth interview and photos next week!
I can't hark on enough about how much I love winter layering, especially when there are two patterns involved as well as a texture mix of velvet, leather and handwoven fabrics from Firenze. I'm braving the onset of winter's greyness with some eff you blues and whites.
I am wearing a vintage blazer and coat, a Gina Tricot jumper, a Glamourai necklace, Isabel Marant pour H&M leather trousers and Thakoon boots.
I snapped up this vintage velvet collared (very light) coat the other day in one of my favourite Berlin stores, Gaudeli's Vintage (I'll be introducing you to this beautiful shop very soon!). I still haven't stopped clipping vintage earrings onto my right ear so here you can marvel at speciment number two that was taken home from Cologne a few weeks ago. Combined with a dress meets trousers concoction and Cruella de Vil shoes thanks to Karl the Great, this felt like a very appropriate dreary November day outfit. I have two events coming up later this week that I hope some of you will join me at but more on that later!
I am wearing a vintage coat, a dress by 5inchandup for Nelly, Zara jeans, Karl Lagerfeld boots and a Whistles bag.
I found this Thai bomber jacket in a second hand store here in Berlin for a laughable 35 €. Nothing beats vintage shopping when you find unique pieces such as this one. What to some is a martini (shaken, not stirred) is to me the ethnic print jacket and when it comes in mouthwatering cotton candy tones, any preventative measures regarding purchase of said item are futile. Coupled with a midriff baring jumper (slightly outwith my comfort zone but what the hell) and a new pair of genius-meets-awkward Pollini boots that appear as if I've been hopping from one oil puddle into the next, this outfit has been recycled four times over.
I am wearing a vintage bomber jacket, an Acne jumper, an Anton Heunis necklace, Zara jeans and Pollini boots.
Although it was my initial thought, a sidecut does not guarantee ear swag. In fact, it often borderline makes me look like a lesbian, which is why I tend to avoid earrings apart from my miniature ear cuffs that have become a firm fixture. In Cologne I came across an unbelievable selection of vintage and very feminine jewellery and took this Daisy Buchanan pair dating from the 40s home with me. A pair of wide-legged trousers that might offer enough fabric to go parachuting with were a fitting match, coupled with a cropped jumper that makes my torso look questionably short. Speaking of firm fixtures, this fluffy Zara vest is celebrating its comeback for the third year in a row and has even survived a minor attack from Lea's dog. Its fluffyness reamins undeterred.
I am wearing a vintage earring, an Acne jumper and trousers, a Zara vest and Alexander Wang loafers.