After years of not having defined the one style I can truly indentifiy with,
the past months seem to have been both personality- and style-shaping for me. Apologies on my behalf if I scared you off with getting emotional ranting about me not being emotional, towards the end.
Why it took me four months to sew a giant ribbon onto two layers of fabric? Read on.
Between Gatsby-vibes and Semperoper ballet.
As I was recently trying on outfits I couldshoot for a Laryconic editorial, I discovered how uncomfortable wearing clothes the ‘fashion-magazine’-kinda – only halfway dressed – way could be. Plus: Badass eyeshadow game and pointless Lary-banter.
»All yellowed out«. A phrase, once mentioned in one of the comments by a reader, whose comments and opinions I really appreciate, since they always seem to be so unique and carefully crafted, not just the common »Amazing!«. Since the day I read that comment, about a year ago, I couldn’t get it out of my head.
Ladies and gentlemen: The result of me running on too little sleep, too much Matcha tea and not having an obi.
»It’s virtually alive and of indefinable size.«
That’s what I told my best friend when she asked me about the birthday gift I’m going to get her.
Here I’m presenting you a dress, which functioned as a costume for the play of our schools Drama Club, last summer.
Since I have spent this year’s Easter holidays with two friends in Paris, I have been even more intrigued by classical architecture, paintings and sculptures.
Awareness is one big step.
What I love about ideas is the briefness, with which they come into being.
Congratulations to the thirteen year old me, who messed up that dress. Not even in delirium. Chapeau!
Feel free to argue.
They say home is where your heart is.
And mine is wrapped up in a New York-dress…
Silk, brows &
Rock’n’Roll textile colour.
This is Laryconic.com. This is me.