Paris Fashion Week – thoughts & weird situations

Before you start reading my today’s article, you should be aware that this one might contain a lot more criticism than everything that I’ve posted before. After having read it, you might even say that this is a text of some frustrated wannabe girl, and maybe that’s even right, but I still want to underline that what I’m writing is nothing more than my personal opinion and that I’m not trying to discredit anybody or anything. But mimosas should abstain.

It’s the climax of Paris Fashion Week and it feels as if people go crazier than the days before. Having received a last minute invitation to a runway show today, I was rather looking forward to it and I even got up unusually early for a Saturday, which means 11 am. The show was scheduled for 12:30 at Place de la Concorde, and although I wanted to be there earlier, I was running late because I hadn’t been able to decide what to wear earlier this morning and so I had to change at least three times before I was finally ready to leave my apartment. (The fact that I changed a several times probably seems unnecessary, but you will shortly see that it’s actually important for my story.)
I arrived at Concorde slightly after 12:30 and went straight to the building where the runway show took place. Unfortunately, the only impression I got from the show was an incredibly huge crowd. I’m still wondering how I managed to get in this place which was packed with people. I think there were about 200, maybe even 300 people in a room where only half of this number would have been comfortable. Of course, every single person was there on invitation and I should also add that it was more than just a few people who left before even trying to get in, just because of the sight of the enormous crowd who was already inside. Anyway, since I got up early just to go to that show, I was determined to stay and to get in, and so I did. And there were so many people. I’m really tall and I was also wearing heels, but still, I saw nothing except rows and rows of heads in this ocean of people. And it was a completely useless attempt only to try to get some pictures – the runway seemed to be way too far away and completely out of reach. I was lucky though. I was standing next to the DJ set and the music was great.
Since I was only able to catch a few glimpses on the models, I was mostly people watching, which was very enjoyable. There was a very particular crowd where any kind of character or style was represented. There were the nouveau riches with injected lips, who had just arrived from Monaco or Biarritz. Then there were people from Germany or Switzerland who were dressed in very casual sports trousers, wearing white trainers and looking as if they wanted to head to the gym right after the show. There were also girls who made it quite obvious that they wanted to become the next fashion icon; tourists who just stopped by right in the middle of their shopping tour in Paris and who had probably received their invitations by pure coincidence. And of course, there were bloggers, many, many of them. It’s funny that it didn’t strike me before, but when I was standing there, I suddenly realized how vain this whole fashion environment is. People don’t mind standing in line for I don’t know how long, just to find themselves in a packed full room where it’s almost impossible to breathe, hoping to catch a look at the latest collection by this or that designer. And that’s just the frustrating scenario you’re experiencing if you actually are lucky enough to get in. Still, people aren’t scared off by the prospect of being treated like animals in a slaughterhouse, because being to some exclusive place, even under the worst conditions, still feels like a great achievement. And in fact, everything that counts is being there and being seen, to the extent, that the actual runway show suddenly doesn’t seem important at all. The fact that runway shows usually aren’t longer than only twenty minutes doesn’t help there, either. The real show takes place when the runway is empty.

When I stepped out of the building, there was this very peculiar spectacle in front of me. All the bloggers gathered around, taking pictures of each other, complimenting each other on their extremely creative outfits. It seemed as if it’s not even about good taste or about any sense of fashion in general. What I saw today were people who would take pictures of anybody who didn’t look ordinary, in the good or in the bad way. If maybe I had walked around there in a bunny costume, they would have gone crazy just because this would be a non-conformist outfit, no matter if it has anything to do with fashion.
By the way, I’m pretty sure that it’s the behavior of this kind of people which creates all the fuzz about the Fashion Week, and I have to admit that I started to feel a little sad while I was watching this funny scene, which was nothing but a vanity fair where the event itself is pushed in the background while people try to draw attention to themselves, taking far too serious what they’re doing. But in my opinion, and contrary to the fuzz that turns the Fashion Week into a myth, this kind of circus is not what fashion is about. Fashion is not an absurd kind of self-marketing, but an art form which stays accessible in order to make your everyday life more enjoyable.
Still, I wanted to soak in more of the Fashion Week atmosphere, because here’s the crazy thing, all the artificiality and all the superficiality makes me throw up as much as it fascinates me and so I decided to walk through the Jardin des Tuileries.

It’s incredible, there’s no other event than the Fashion Week I can imagine which can first make you feel really bad, but one second later, it makes you feel great. Anyway, it happened to me when I was walking through the Jardin des Tuileries. Since most of the biggest runway shows take place over there, the place is full with photographers who are waiting for the celebrities (like Iggy Azalea and Anna Dello Russo, who also were there today) and models to come out after a show is finished. It’s the best place for people watching. So I was just walking around when suddenly, a girl stopped me and asked me if she could take a picture of me. I agreed, ready to continue my walk and people watching after that, but then more and more people wanted to take pictures of me as well until I had this huge crowd around me. I felt really weird and I was wondering if they knew that I was nobody who, in addition to that, was all dressed in H&M. But I guess that this is the thing about bloggers and about human nature in general: if you show a special interest in something or somebody, then you also suggest to other people that your object of interest must have something desirable, which, of course, makes it also appealing to others. By the way, that is exactly the reason why I decided not to take pictures of other bloggers, no matter how fashionable they are, because I find it highly annoying that, while having a look at a couple of different blogs, you see the same pictures. There’s nothing interesting about that. Even worse, the person, the outfit, whatever, loses its original charm because it suddenly becomes banal. All exclusiveness is taken away. So I’m sorry that I have no pictures at all of today’s events. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this text. As for me, I totally can say that I had a lot of fun during my five shallow minutes of fame!

Just blogging

dubstep & other genres

Before I will post more of the Paris Fashion Week circus, again, I would like to give you something fresh and unexpected for your chill out nights. Maybe some of you already know the artist I will present in the following. Around one year ago, you could hear his single Right Thing To Do featuring Jesse Ware all the time on Radio Nova. I’m talking about the British DJ and musician Aaron Jerome alias SBTRKT.
The first time I heard his music was, as I mentioned, on Radio Nova. But I can’t even say that I got addicted to his music immediately. You know, sometimes you don’t really have an opinion on some kind of music until the day where you hear a song for the umpteenth time and you suddenly notice that this song actually is really catchy. And from then on, it’s stuck in your head. This was the way I fell in love with SBTRKT’s music.

But at that time, I unfortunately wasn’t able to find out more about him, because funnily, his name was never mentioned on the radio. Or if it was, then I wasn’t able to get it because of the lovely French accent. Anyway, it is thanks to a pure coincidence that I listened to his self-titled album, which also includes the single Right Thing To Do, that I finally had the chance to finally know his name and also listen to more of SBTRKT’s music, which is a pleasant mix of Electronica, dubstep, soul and many other genres.
I hope, this article got you intrigued. If so and especially if not, you should check out the following links:

New band of the day/ No 1,048: SBTRKT
SBTRKT Catches ‘Fire’ with Drake Remix, Self-Titled Debut
SBTRKT on SoundCloud
SBTRKT Live Review


Paris Fashion Week – Pre Helsinki

Today, I went to another event which took place within the context of the Paris Fashion Week. It was very exciting, because today, I went to the Pre Helsinki Showroom where Finland’s promising fashion talents were presented. I love Scandinavian design because it combines clear lines with interesting cuts and colours. And my expectations were fulfilled. There were so many different and inspiring collections, and people even had the chance to talk to the designers. When I entered the place, the first thing that hit me was a flash of all the bright and intense colours the gamut could offer. When I later asked the designers what their inspiration was, I found out that many of them were fascinated by foreign cultures, mostly Asia and Russia, and so they modelled their clothes on traditional uniforms of foreign countries. As another source of inspiration they also mentioned nature, landscapes and camouflage. As a result, they used almost every kind of material in combination with all kind of forms and colours. The most original piece I have seen today was a jacket which was made of some rubbery material which reminded me of the Michelin mascot. The shape of the jacket also slightly looked like the Michelin mascot. And instead of an ordinary belt, there was a security belt fixed to the jacket. Yes, I think I can say that this jacket definitely was my favourite piece, today. I have rarely seen something so original. This jacket had so many different details which weren’t connected at all, but which still strangely fit together and created a unique piece of clothing. And since every single piece was as fascinating as the jacket I just described, I will better let the photos talk.

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And here’s the link list:

Sasu Kauppi


Paris Fashion Week – DEEP SWISS

Finally, Fashion Week has come to Paris and with this great event, which everybody was impatiently awaiting for months, there are also a huge number of other presentations in the fashion world which take place. Yesterday, I had the chance to attend DEEP SWISS, an event which was organized by The University of Art and Design FHNW in Basel and where the creations of their master graduates in fashion design were presented.
I have to admit that this was the very first time for me to go to such an event and honestly, I didn’t really know how to behave.  When I arrived, I felt extremely lonely amongst all the fashion insiders who perfectly knew what was going on. But I just stood in this huge hall divided into two pieces where the different collections where presented before I started wandering around, taking pictures. And I was positively surprised.
When I received the invitation to this event, I thought that I had to expect collections which would be mostly artistic and innovative, but not very wearable, since it’s the typical revolutionary spirit of students which conducts them to create purely artistic things that don’t really match with ordinary needs. But the collections I saw yesterday proved me wrong. There was a beautiful mix of pure lines, geometrical cuts and volume, coupled with a variety of materials and different structures.  And I also loved the colours, which were sometimes cold, sometimes sophisticated, depending on the collection. But before I will bore you to death with an essay about how much I love the combination of lines, patterns, structures and colours, I will show you the pictures from DEEP SWISS right below.

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For further information about the designers, here’s a small link list:

Katharina Andes
Noemi Anna Tina Ceresola & Matthias Waldhart
Miranda Kaloudis


my personal it-pieces

Writing about huge pullovers made me think about comfortable clothes becoming personal it-pieces. But first, I think I probably should make it clear what exactly the definition of comfortable clothes is to me. First of all, it absolutely does NOT mean every kind of shapeless piece which inexplicably still remains in the darkest corner of your closet and which one would only wear after having gained a lot of weight. Comfortable clothes do not rhyme with fat pants. And comfortable clothes definitely don’t exist to make somebody look sloppy. When it comes to style, one of the worst things that I have witnessed is this transformation that some people go through every day after coming home from work. They would say that they wanted to change into something “more comfortable” meaning some bad taste jumpsuit with funny prints or a pink velour suit which is the reloaded version of the so-called slut stamp. And yes, as you see, this matter definitely concerns mostly women. (Men simply take their pants off after coming home from work.) But in this article I don’t want to write about the style which is typical for the suburban bitch (Dear reader, if you’re wearing a jumpsuit or some pink velour trousers, please be assured that this is nothing personal, it’s just my point of view and you can call me a bitch anytime as well.) This article is dedicated to clothes that make you feel good in any situation. Clothes which are more personal, more authentic than something you just buy because it looks cute. Or, to say it in a different way, clothes which have a history. In my opinion, there are three important steps until a simple t-shirt or whatever piece of clothing becomes a personal it-piece: Firstly, of course, it has to fit well. If you don’t feel completely comfortable in what you wear you won’t wear it often enough to make it a piece that will have its own history one day. This seems so simple, but talking to my friends and family revealed that people mostly dress to look good. Comfort is secondary. As for me, I was never able to understand this oddness and I’m convinced that comfort is one of the most important things to take into account in order to look good. Because what’s the use of being perfectly dressed when you’re pulling a face and twist your mouth because those skinny jeans actually are too tight? Or because this gorgeous dress you just got hold of during the crazy summer sales period actually is too small, but you keep it anyway because it was 300% off and because, if you didn’t keep it, you would feel way too guilty of having kicked all the other girls out of your way? Or this highly elegant outfit in your closet, which is supposed to make you feel like a diva when you go out, but actually, you feel that this kind of look is just not you? There are so many cases I could mention where girls actually hate what they’re wearing, but they do it anyway because they want to be fashionable. And this makes me kind of sad, because fashion should be fun and personal. Clothes are not just there to cover your nudity, of course. In fact, fashion is not about hiding but showing. The way you dress reveals so much of your personality and your actual mood. With the outfit you chose, you can definitely influence the first impression you have on people. Which brings me back at how important it is to privilege comfort while choosing what you wear. People who seem to feel well in their body also seem much more radiant and more likeable than people who stay stiff, pulling funny faces. So please, girls, assume your size. There’s nothing more embarrassing than unconsciously giving a very precise insight into your morphology by wearing too short skirts, or my favourite classics, doing the camel toe, or becoming a victim of “ass eats trousers”.

Secondly, there’s always a special event or memory that is relates to personal it-pieces. Sometimes it’s a t-shirt your boyfriend gives you, and you just keep it, sometimes it’s the sweater you usually wear on cold and rainy Sundays when you stay in all day, watching movies and drinking tea. It’s the fact that those pieces make you think of something or somebody special that makes you wear them more and more often until they finally become your personal it pieces. Which already brings me to my third point: personal it-pieces are the ones that you wear over years and years, even if their material is getting thinner and even if they already have a couple of holes. But the positive feeling they give you is much more important, and so it’s impossible that this feeling disappears just because the colour is totally washed-out. That’s the reason why some pullover, t-shirt, whatever, which only used to be comfortable, suddenly has a very comforting effect which makes you never want to part with it.
The funny thing is, that sometimes, the comfort that such a personal it piece exudes makes you forget how ugly it actually is. As for example, my mum has this velvet pullover and there are very colourful kittens printed on it. It’s the ugliest pullover one can probably imagine, and my mum’s only excuse for having it is the fact that she bought it in the 80s. But still, I like this pullover a lot because she used to wear it on Sundays, or during vacation, or when she stayed at home because I was sick. Therefore, I really don’t care about those awfully flashy kittens and I like that pullover, too.

Of course, I also have some personal it pieces in my closet, and will share the story of how they got this special status. The first one is my Chicks On Speed tank top. It’s very simple, it’s from H&M, and as the name indicates, it was designed by the band Chicks On Speed. I didn’t buy this top because I like the band very much. To be honest, their music doesn’t really correspond to the kind of music I would usually listen to. But everyone who loves everything that is comparable to The Victorian English Gentlemen’s Club and even louder, you should definitely also listen to Chicks On Speed. Anyway, that was just a parenthesis. So I bought this top not because of the band, but because I wanted to buy something from the Fashion Against Aids collection, which H&M launched that year, 2008 to be precise. And I particularly liked how simple this top is. Two eyes, a mouth and a name and that’s all. But the effect it has on me when I’m wearing it is woooouuuhaah! I immediately feel full of energy, excited, euphoric. I’ve never tried Speed in my life, but wearing this top is terrific enough. And so it very quickly became my anti-hangover top.
At the time when I went to university, nobody really dressed up before going out, jeans and t-shirt was the common outfit. Besides, jeans and t-shirt also were the best way to be sure that you wouldn’t care too much if your clothes got ruined, which could easily happen, some of the student parties were rough. There was this one night when I went out wearing my Chicks On Speed top. And I got smashed, not caring that I had confirmed my mum that I would go on a short boat trip with her the morning after. I was still asleep the morning after, when I suddenly heard my phone ring. It was my mum, telling me that the boat would leave one hour earlier than it was scheduled at first, which was around half an hour from when she called me. I, still lying in my bed, looking like a panda with my make-up from the night before still on, highly dehydrated, slightly nauseous, started to panic because I was convinced that I couldn’t make it to the meeting point on time. So I immediately got up, I didn’t even take a shower and I just fixed my make-up very quickly and then I started to run. When I finally arrived at the meeting point, the boat was about to leave and so I took all the forces it needed to forget my terrible hangover and jumped on it in an Indiana Jones-like move. It was epic. And I was only able to do all thanks to my magic and hangover-killing Chicks On Speed top. Later, I even found out that my mum hadn’t even noticed that I was hung over.
When the boat trip was over, I directly went to another party.
Certainly, that day was everything but glamorous, but it truly was legendary. And so I decided that my Chicks On Speed top would never ever leave my closet.

My second personal it piece is a blouse I found in Bangkok. Maybe I should say at first that Bangkok of the most peculiar cities I’ve ever been to. And also one of the smelliest ones. There are many different quarters which all have their own character, from very cultural to very commercial to very sexual. Unfortunately, I just could spend one day and one night in Bangkok. Still, I enjoyed it a lot and I’m still surprised that I didn’t catch a cold. Thinking that I wouldn’t need any long sleeve travelling to South Asia, I was suddenly in a desperate need of a shirt that would protect me from the arctic cold air conditioning in the public transports, shops, restaurants, everywhere. What rescued me was the huge night market which is typical for Bangkok. If you can’t imagine it: a city which counts more than 8 million residents becomes a gigantic market overnight. And I’m sure there’s nothing you can’t get there. As for me, I spent all my time in the part of the market where you could find amazing clothes. And I bought a wonderful blouse which, in my opinion, looks very artistic and which even has a little avant-garde touch. The piece itself is quite simple, but it’s the sleeves that create a wow-effect because of their voluminous shape. And on days when I absolutely have no idea want I want to wear, I just take this blouse and I can be sure that I will look perfect. Besides, it’s so easy to wear: since the sleeves are huge, everything else needs to stay minimalistic. So I barely wear make-up with this blouse and I always pull my hair back. No necklace, some very tiny earrings, skinny jeans, and I’m done. And then, the memory of Thailand that goes with wearing this blouse, I just love it.

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hoodies & skinny jeans

Since it suddenly became all rainy and grey outside, and since summer seems like really far away right now, I noticed that I’m starting falling back in my winter routine, where I clearly show that making me move even one step away from my wonderful heating and my warming tea mug is the most evil act you can do. So as soon as fall is setting in, I start protecting myself from the universe by wearing shapeless pullovers and hoodies. Besides the fact that I suddenly look much more dangerous and that people give me anxious looks, I also notice that my taste in fashion is changing. Or actually, it decreases to non-existent. And when I was thinking about how terrifying I look during autumn and winter, I started wondering how other girls manage it to look just perfect in big and shapeless pullovers and trousers that are full of holes while I just look as if I spent my nights standing by a bin fire. And I came to the conclusion that it’s the French touch and this funny nonchalance which has the mighty power to make French girls look good even in the simplest clothes, at least, this explanation works with the cliché. At first, this phenomenon came to my attention during my time at university. There was this girl who went to the same classes, and who was always wearing outfits that looked somehow neglected but still charming. If I had to find a famous person to who this girl could have been compared, I would say Kate Moss when she was with Pete Doherty. Boots and skinny jeans, a loose t-shirt, out-of bed hair and this fascinating allure. Funnily, this girl wasn’t even aware of having a very characteristic style and when I complimented her on her outfit, she just frowned, laughed and then said “Oh what, this? This is my sleep-t-shirt”. And what’s even funnier is that she would just put that same allure to any other outfit, and in this case, that is something very charming. Because even when she dressed up for a night out, there was still this hint of indifference which made her outfits look chic but casual and cool. She is half French, by the way. And when I came to Paris, I found out very quickly that this kind of chic negligence Is a real thing here, even though I haven’t met any girl who embodied it as perfectly as my former fellow student did.
In order to make you believe that all I just said is true at that the kind of style I just described really exists, I would like to share a photo which I took not too long ago. I really have to apologize for its bad quality, I took it in an H&M store and I think that any girl, who has ever tried some trousers on there, knows how terrible the classical H&M lights are. And what’s not very flattering for your body can’t have a much better effect on a photo. Anyway, I hope that you will still be able to see why I absolutely had to take the picture. But just to stress it: I love how easy this outfit looks, but still, it’s far from neglect. I also like the Pikachu print and the black boots which make the outfit interesting.


streetlooks – la première

After a few attempts where I didn’t dare to ask people whether they would mind if took a photo of them for my blog, I finally succeeded in overcoming my shyness and took my first pictures. What you see are two different interpretations of a creative and interesting summer look. I really like the combination high-waist skirt, loose top, and hat. It has something very charming and unconventional, it’s feminine and cool.
What I like a lot about the first look is its understatement. I love that there are only a few details, as the accessories, the print on the skirt, the black nail polish and the red lipstick which give this look an interesting twist.
The second look is fascinating for me because it’s such a great mixture of colours and prints. Of course, the main colour here is grey, but the shoes are kind of flashy, which gives a great contrast. I also like the accessories in gold a lot, and of course, the different prints.
And here are the two inspiring and fresh looks, which I find more than worthy to be shared.

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The overall

Today I would like to share my thoughts about one of the most striking garments ever: the overall. This article of clothing which became the identification mark of the working class by the end of the 19th century, made its way to the runway and has been reinvented and converted to a voluminous, fluttering…thing…which is supposed to make you feel very feminine and classy, and yet casual. And after becoming some kind of it-piece, the overall also somehow invaded my neigbourhood during the last summer.
Just to be precise, I’m not talking about tight jeans overalls, here, as I consider them as suits of armour which have the same characteristics as corsets, namely being too tight and stopping you from breathing. But on the contrary to the corset, a tight jeans overall just doesn’t make you look any better. This article is about light summertime overalls, which are supposed to give a nice suggestion of your silhouette and which are made out of silky, almost floating material.
Unfortunately, the kind of overall I just described is the one you can see on the runway shows, where only the most precious clothes and outfits are presented to an exclusive crowd. Of course, grand designers only chose the best materials for their collections and so it’s not astonishing that the outfits you see on the catwalk cannot be compared to what you see in reality, as is the case with the overall.
And so I started wondering, what is it that makes this peculiar piece of cloth so popular?
First of all, I think it makes the girl who wears it feel comfortable. Since it’s wide and bulky, it’s the perfect outfit for a picnic or a BBQ – no bad feeling after having eaten half of the buffet; the overall hides everything under its tent-like largeness. It even protects you from embarrassing too much when you get excessively drunk, since nobody will ever see your underpants even if you ignore your posture and spread your legs sitting in the grass, trying to reach out for the last drop of Champaign in the almost empty bottle on the other end of the picnic blanket. It seems as if the overall is your best friend in all situations. It helps to hide the weak points of your silhouette (sure, because it just hides everything) and it tries its hardest to make you look ladylike, but also casual and uncomplicated. The overall has not been created for unapproachable divas; its history prevents it from ever getting the same status as an elegant dress. It seems more suitable for girly teenage girls who still need to find their style. But still, what kind of statement do you make wearing an overall? The only possible things that I can imagine are “I was too lazy to get dressed”, or “I don’t care”, or “I hate my body” or “My friends forced me to come to this stupid picnic, I actually wanted to spend my Sunday afternoon watching TV and eating tons of chocolate, but now I’m here, and I declare my full disrespect for this event through my choice of dressing”. Well, honestly, nothing of that seems very ladylike or sociable. And that is exactly the reason why I don’t get girls who wear overalls (and who complain that they couldn’t get into that highly fashionable club although they’re always so fashionably dressed).
By the way, there is a funny movie scene which just came to my mind. In the movie, there is pretty Renée Zellweger who wants to seduce some guy and it goes rather well. They’re somewhere where there’s a lot of wood and so he invites her hunting. The only small problem is that Renée Zellweger’s character is from Miami and so she doesn’t have anything to wear to go hunting and so the guy, gentleman as he is, helps her out and gives her that wonderfully terrible overall. Everything is perfect. But, as they arrive in the woods, she needs to pee – which becomes a huge problem, since the overall is zipped on her buttocks and of course the zipper is stuck. It’s weird, I know. Anyway, since she isn’t able to open to this damn thing, she needs to call her gentleman knight who finally cuts her out of the overall. Long story short, she needed help to be able to pee just because of an overall – I think that clearly sums up everything I have to say about overalls. And I’m thinking how great it would be to see more dresses again. Summer dresses, comfortable dresses, in fact, overall addicts wouldn’t even notice the difference, they just need to keep their legs close together. But wouldn’t it be much nicer not to be compared to a clown, anymore, but to have the elegance of Grace Kelly or even a Greek goddess?

Just blogging

Here I am again, after a couple of years where I tried to figure out what I want from life. I still don’t really know my goals, but – since I’m one of those blonde and hysteric girls who definitely would kill to have Andy’s job in The Devil Wears Prada, I decided that it might be a good idea to start a fashion blog. Well, it actually was my boyfriend who talked me into it, probably because he can’t stand anymore listening to me talking about high-waist skirts. Or, to say it in a different way, talking me into creating a blog probably was the most selfish things he did for me, and therefore one of the sweetest.
Actually, he didn’t even need to be very persuasive. Maybe I’m the only person on earth who has this impression, but sometimes when I walk around in Paris, I see some people who I find really fascinating. This sudden and purely superficial fascination can be evoked by people’s looks, their posture, their way to walk or – if they have it – their aura. When I see people like this, it is very hard for me to resist the urge to go and see them, tell them that I’m their biggest fan and ask if I could take a picture of them. That would be totally creepy and people would run away from me in horror, thinking that I wanted to sew dresses out of their skin. But if you say “Sorry, excuse me, I just neeed to tell you that you look absolutely fabulous in that outfit! Would you mind if I took a picture? I have a fashion blog, you know, and it would be gorgeous if I can post a picture of you in it.”, people would be all like “OMG, this is fantastic, I will be famous! Of course you can take a picture!”
Well, I should probably stop talking about what motivates me writing this blog, because I fear that I’m doing a very bad job in making you think that I’m not creepy. And since I would love that somebody actually reads this blog, I don’t want my image to become worse than it already is. What I will do instead, is giving you a short prospect of what you can expect from this blog:
Of course, there will be fashion, I will show you different styles, maybe I will also comment on them and tell you what I like and why.
Then, I think I will also share a few places I’ve been to with you. Bars, events, stuff like that. I also think there will be a small section with music, artists and newcomers. But this, places and music will take a little longer to prepare, so for now, it’s just something that I’m planning to do.
Well, I hope you’re all very curious now and as excited as I am – not sexually, but if you are, well then, good for you! I will go now and do some style hunting.

PS: By the way, while writing this first text, I listened to the latest album “Glow” by Jackson And His Computer Band which is great experimental electro music. I really recommend it!
The first title, “Blow” makes me slightly think of Fever Ray‘s music style. So if you like this genre, you should check those bands out.