Saturday, 11 April 2009
how I resisted the urge to turn myself into a Kapranos lookalike
Proof that what you'd call my "style" is not really all that cohesive. I do admire people who "own" a certain look, like all the bloggers out there, but it's not really for me. I like my new red shoes and my headphones because both enable me to walk with a spring in my step. I like my ridiculous sunglasses because they remind me of Utrecht where I bought them. Actually all of my stuff is only precious to me because I connect it to people who are dear to me.
The necklaces and bags: Kevin who helped me buy them/tried to keep me from buying them. The shoes: Max who told me to get the red ones (cheers!). The sparkly dress: Dani who picked it up and said it reminded her of Cassie from "Skins"(I wouldn't have had the courage to try it on otherwise). The checked shirt: Nikolaus who gave it to me because he's way to tall now to wear it. The black cardigan: My mother who bought it for me because it reminded her of Audrey Hepburn. The navy skirt: Irene, my stepmother who used to wear it when she was younger. The FF t-shirt: Konstantin who made it for me because I wanted a Franz Ferdinand t-shirt that nobody else had. Et cetera.