Fashion is a giant circle. There are no more inventions. It all goes round and round. Favorizing one era is now called a trend. It seems that creativity is lacking. Sometimes you're fine with it, sometimes you're not.
Today I decided to be fine with it (and subtly avoid writing about 19th century French literature) and embrace what I'm offered. Fur, layers, knits, midi skirts, socks - I guess we've seen it all, but it's on this season's menu again. And if we're going to eat what we're given, I'd like a little Rochas Pre-Fall 2016 on my plate!
Is there something we haven't seen yet in fashion? What do you think?
With all of Victoria's Secret angels still flying around blogs, news and social media in their colorful lingerie sets and sparkly wings, it's quite easy to get lost and blinded by inevitable beach waves, blushed cheeks and pink lipgloss. Sure, all of that has its purpose and the first thing that comes to anyone's mind when they see it is: Show. Spectacle. Bodies.
As it should be.
But when you take off all of the (un)necessary props (clothes included), you get equally -if not more- beautiful women. And this type of editorial is just what I love: black and white, with high contrast, great light, a bit of nudity, beautiful women. I find such editorials interesting, provocative, fresh; a perfect balance to what we see on VS show.
So which one of Angels' editions do you like more - runway or raw?
Summer's finally over and now we can talk about some real clothes.
As always, Paris is my street style favorite. Even though we're seeing almost the same faces in every city of the Fashion Week Four, I think every street style has its own vibe and its own personality. One can easily wear yellow plus orange plus cobalt blue at Milan Fashion Week, but turn into a pastel queen for the one in Paris.
In fact, Paris is my all time favorite. Not only when it comes to street style, I truly enjoy seeing and reading about the shows. I may not be objective (blame it on the French studies), but that's just how it is. C'est comme ça.
And today we've gathered to celebrate the extraordinary street style from the city of lights. I'm free to say it's a tradition on the blog. I'm showing you what I would wear if I ever got invited to (and/or crashed) PFW.
What would Anja wear to Paris Fashion Week?
The one non-colour I'd always opt for, the one that's my go-to, the one that fits perfectly. Doesn't matter if it's just one piece or all black outfit, there's something so powerful in knowing to wear black.
P.S. Not sure how many times I've said it, BUT do you see how beautiful Bella is?
P.P.S. The second photo pretty much sums up my personal style; high-waisted black pants and off-shoulder sweater are basically my uniform.
2. Baby pink
Thanks to Caroline Issa now we can officially recycle our pink coats from last year. And that's what I love about street style - it takes only one person to (re)make the trend.
Less is more.
Simplicity's the key.
If you're familiar with the expressions above, then it's all very obvious.
a) Because who am I to say no to animal print?!
b) Because who are you to say no to stripes?!
Don't forget to keep everything else simple. Or forget it. The choice is yours.
Okay now. This past few months have been testing my nerves, my strenth and my self-control. And the testing period ain't over yet. Needless to say, I failed on every level.
As a result, I've been lacking inspiration to write anything decent. Absence became my middle name. I'll try to make up with these fresh street style photos from Kiev. I've found some pretty great style solutions for the upcoming/transitional season. Since I'm the person who goes from sandals to boots, I could really use these looks as inspiration, though I'm sure I'll stick to my jeans+sneakers+trench formula.
What about you? What will you be wearing this season?
Monday morning - the best day to start/stop ______ (choose your activity); also known as the day that marks new beginnings starting from which everything changes. Or so we fool ourselves.
But I believe in Monday. I stick to the decisions I make on Monday. Monday's like that one friend who's a bit annoying, but gets everything done in time. And if you treat it right, Monday can be your almost best friend. It's a love-hate relationship.
So starting from today, I'm making small, but important changes; resetting, rebooting, restarting. And Monday's gonna help me with that.
I don't even know how to start. Been off the radar for a month straight. To be honest, it has been and still is an extremely stressful period, full of moving, transitioning (not like Caitlyn!), adjusting, realizing, analyzing, exhaustion. And I ain't even got a proper vacation!
I'm not complaining (actually, I am, but it's all justified), I moved into a house, I have more space to myself and I even got a dog - something I've been wanting since the age of 4. So yes, there are many positive things in here and I know that new beginnings are rough and take time, but I must admit I did not expect it would be so time-consuming slash nerve-breaking.
I realized many things.
First of all, I'm a bit spoiled. Even though I consider myself very modest, I've been a passive-aggressive drama queen for a month when I realized this summer's not going to be how I imagined it to be (full of travelling and adventures). First I was disappointed. After many days of psychoanalyzing mysef, I realized that I'm very lucky to have been able to travel every year. Obviously I get carried away easily by my expectations. And then make a big fuss and act like a spoiled brat.
Second. Sometimes I just need to chill out. I love my routines and stick to them with great satisfaction. Classes, trainings, food, almost every single aspect of my life has a routine. This July I didn't have much time to breathe properly, so any form of routine was out of the question. I felt like I was drowning without them. At this point I need to learn to balance my life better, but without pressuring myself. Routines can be a good thing if you don't become a slave to them.
Third. a) I'm very grateful for everything I have, but I wasn't actually saying 'thank you' as often as I thought. And in the time of crysis, these simple two words are just what people need to hear.
b) I expect people to tell me 'thank you' way more than I say it to them.
Fourth. I have no idea what I'm gonna do with my life. I know, you don't have to figure out your life in your twenties, but still it makes me wonder when I'll know exactly what I want from it.
Fifth. I clean and do housework like a pro. Also I'm a great interior designer/stylist/decorator. My intuition is great when it comes to aesthetics. I should get paid for this.