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.
After years of not having defined the one style I can truly indentifiy with, the last months seem to have been both personality- and style-shaping for me. I feel like I’ve touched upon every style possible in the past – from princess to punk (there might or might not have been even a mixture of both) – but whatever new stylistic direction I chose to go, it felt imposed and somehow wrong. I get cringe attacks whenever I’m barely thinking about the »Japan/low key Scene/Tulle Skirt/Faux Fur Coat with Ears«-stage I was going through in 2013, for instance. All of these are also reasons why I decided to start Laryconic from scratch, but that’s another topic.
This little photo series shows one of my go-to outfits I like to pick whenever I’m in a rush and don’t want to think, but only wear. It seems to combine all the good aspects of my fashion-past and conceal the not-so-good ones. There’s for example the leather jacket from the era I wore leather pants, flannel shirts and lace-ups. Then there’s a ruffled, kinda cute/kinda business shirt, which could be straight from my »I’m dressing as if my school had a dresscode, although it doesn’t«-phase and there are loafers with cute satin bows from the »streetstyle star look for one, please«-chapter. The accessories are pretty much a new thing, because I’ve never been the Christmas decoration-kinda girl before. Either because I just didn’t have the right accessories or it was just strange for me to put on watches or bracelets, which bothered me while writing. By now an attack of sweating is just around the corner, when I take a look at my left wrist and can’t tell the time, because I’m staring at my bare skin. In case you’re interested in my so-called style evolution, feel free to stalk my Lookbook profile!
What’s intriguing is the fact that my new look – which isn’t that new anymore, just new to you – reminds a bit of Karl Lagerfeld’s signature style, whom I worshipped since I was a little tot. Mainly black and white, preppy blouses, blazers or leather jackets, you get the idea. Well, however this may seem to outsiders, I didn’t intend that look at all. It developed and is probably what all the past stages have been leading up to. It’s bold, but not streetstyle-bold. Elegant, but with an leather edge and definitely not cute, because that’s what I don’t want to be ever again… Which brings us to personality-shaping and character development. 2016 has been the year of death so far, personally and publicly (David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Prince). Though I feel like the least emotional version of myself I’ve ever been. Maybe because I’m getting used to it and realised that death is one of the few constants in life, as ironically as it may sound. Also, I’m sick of being used, sneered at, called cute or considered weak. That’s not who I am, that’s not what I want to stand for and that’s most definitely not what I want the brand »Lary Rauh« to signify if it ever merges into a real label. ‘Kay, I’m done. Sorry if I scared you off!
Zara shirt and leather jacket. H&M jeans. Jeffrey Campbell loafers. Custom Goldknopf earrings. Gucci watch. Thomas Sabo charm bracelet.
September 3, 2016