As for my current state of mind, it’s wandering. My sense of fashion isn’t really existent at the moment and to be frank, fashion doesn’t bother me much these days (which might be due to the fact that i’m absolutely , terrifyingly broke).
These days I mostly spent my time trying to make believe.
Trying to make believe in terms of cultural heritage, human relations, my emotions and feelings, my actual life. I spare you all the endless and ongoing monologue of me rambling about the lost cause of love in modern age (which I simply refuse to believe is a lost cause).
Instead I’ll indulge in the pleasure of filling this utterly ‘unexciting, superficial, unimportant’ fashion blog with great excitement. Its phoniness and utter uselessness is what made me start one in the first place. Isn’t it nice to have a place where nobody actually even tries to make a point, just ramble, just let all the pretty stimuli drizzle into your brain…?! Fashion can be so much more than that obviously but as I already told you, it’s not for me currently.
So let’s start this picture show you guys came to scroll down on in the first place. Here I’ll basically just post all the input I’ve been saving on my desktop lately. Clothing ideas I am into whenever I feel like dressing up once in a while.
#1 The effortless french person from the 70s and beyond
#2 Touch me I’m sick
#4 o v e r
#5 i don’t know how to call this anymore so I’ll just type these words so it doesn’t look like i am an idiot
Last week i had a particularly strange and ultimately dramatic encounter between Brigitte Bardot, Francoise Hardy or Catherine Denevue and myself.
I cried lying in someone else’s bed. Then I cried in this persons bathtub. It wouldn’t stop. It just happened. It just occurred out of nowhere. This “I’m sad and bored”, this existential lust for love, this ungraspable feeling of lack and longing for more, more, more known from old french films.
This moment reminded me of the bathtub scene in “Le Mémpris” with Brigitte Bardot. Her whole attitude, her sudden change of mind, her sudden dissatisfaction to real world love and limited access to her “homme ideal”…
Of course it’s been a rediculous attitude of mine and i am totally aware of its cinematic, inauthentic nature, but it just hit heart that night and I’m sure most of us get lost in this hopeless process of hiding away in ideals and illusions from time to time. So this Lookbook is intended to be an homage to those french lovesick girls or just a recollection of my current day to day garment choice.
…with a feeling of wanting more , more, more in the air …
s k i r t: zara
b l o u s e: flea marcet
s c h o e s: Pleaser
s k i r t: Zara
s h i r t: idk stolen from my grandma
c h o k e r: gift ribbon
s h o e s: Pleaser
b a g: flea marcet Buffalo
s h i r t: zara
s k i r t: American Apparel
s h o e s: Asos
t o p: vintage out of my mom’s closet
s k i r t: vintage and authentically bought in paris last year
same shoes and choker