Three years ago, in summer of 2015, I set foot into a beautiful little store in Stuttgart, the city I live nearby. I remember walking past it a few times before but never scraping up the guts to actually make it over the doorstep. With it’s lavishly decorated windows, displaying the most sparkly and sophisticated jewellery I’ve ever seen — outside of Vogue — this little store had and still has the potential to make you question, whether you’re not actually standing in front of a mini-edition of Bergdorf’s, Harrods or Selfridges.
Congratulations to the thirteen year old me, who messed up that dress. Not even in delirium. Chapeau!