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.