Three weeks (!!) ago we arrived in Valencia in this gorgeous, beautiful castle. At least that's the name we gave our home for the week. Not exactly our style, but it was homely and we loved it. As you may have noticed, the weather in The Netherlands isn't that warm and pleasant as it was a few weeks ago. Which means we're all sitting on our couches in our PJ's scrolling through old photos and every film Netflix has to offer. So on, I of course bumped into the uncountable amount of pictures we took during our stay in Spain. I miss it!
No shit Sherlock So I'm already planning my next trip. In the first two weeks of August I'll be heading to Upton Bishop in the UK and Brussels in Belgium (both family visits). For now, I'm going to enjoy Channing Tatum dancing around in his undies and enjoy my lazy Sunday...
Monday, 27 July 2015
Saturday, 25 July 2015
This photo was taken by friends while messing around in Valencia just before dinner. Key words are: messing around and friends. When I moved to Amsterdam last year I never had the fear of being alone. Most of my friends already lived in the city I was about to live in and my parents are practically around the corner, so homesickness never really came to mind. Now that I have arrived home in an empty house after spending almost two weeks with friends, I have the empty nest syndrome. It's like all my kids have left for university or something. It's absolutely astoundingly surprising how easily and fast you get used to having people around.
Just like relationships. Some are here to stay, but most of them come and go. You meet someone truly great, have several good dates, everything is new and fresh, you hang out for several months and then somehow you wake up and just know that things changed. You can't put your finger on it. It's like you wake up without teeth and you don't need a mirror to know they're gone. You're slowly losing bits of the other one and eventually there's not much to hold on to anymore. At that moment you have to make the decision to either let it go and move on with your life, or you keep the hope up that something is going to change and the relationship is going to be the way it was before. Which - in my opinion - is never working. The time you've had together was great, but it was meant to end eventually. There will be someone else, and let's be honest. It's not so bad to be single!? Sometimes it can be lonely, but those are times when I'll just ring up my friends.
Thursday, 23 July 2015
It has been a long long time since I last wrote something on this wall I created myself. A real reason? Not so much. Let's just say it was an inexplicable radio silence. But now I've decided to update more often. I'm not sure how many times a week or what the posts will be about yet. Though I know that I'll be less about fashion, more about me. Just life in general: Amsterdam, traveling, working, being a kick-ass student and yes also fashion but more as a side subject.
So, to kick this thing off, I picked some pictures of the past two weeks I spent in Spain - Valencia and Ibiza - with girlfriends. Not only did we have the greatest time, I developed a love for Spain I never had before, besides London. The people are so incredibly hospitable and generous that it surprised me after traveling to France for so many years. Not to mention the beautiful gracious and masculine buildings. Everything has this character, which you'll find in a lot of European cities, and is so typically Spanish. I really don't know how to explain what my eyes experienced. Compared to Amsterdam it's all very laid back. Here we're always in a rush to get somewhere on time, but over there nobody is (it simply isn't possible either, because it's way too hot).
There will be more, but when is still a big question mark for myself as well...
Saturday, 18 April 2015
Wednesday, 15 April 2015
Since Spring has already begun and the weather is finally owning up to it, I feel like I want to change my hair again. A little lighter maybe or something a little more drastic like ashy/grayish blonde? I still don't know, so I decided to make a little modeboard of sorts of styles that I like. Not only colors but also the hairdo.
Thursday, 9 April 2015
Saturday, 21 March 2015
Toteme towel // Superga sneaker // Hampton Sun oil // Saint Laurent dress, bag // Miu Miu sunnies // Topshop bracelets
Now that it's officially spring I thought why not pretend the temperatures are actually high enough to wear something like this? I mean 8 degrees is warm enough to get those white, freshly waxed little legs out right? Perhaps the warm colors of this small wishlist, of mostly unaffordable clothes, will make sure the temperature of my body rises, while the numbers on my bankaccount are falling... Probably not going to happen.
Friday, 20 March 2015
Acne slippers, belt, clutch, papers, jewels // Anya Hindmarch bag // Le LABO parfum // Alexa for AG skirt // Burberry Prorsum shirt // Aesop handbalm // Topshop overalls, heels, breton t-shirt // Ray-ban sunnies
Opening my dorm window without adopting a pneumonia means one thing: Spring! I can smell cut grass, early morning sun and despite the hay fever symptoms are setting in, I still have my eye on several over-priced sartorial newborns. We're in the last month of term before I can get my skies out and enjoy a week of snow, friends and lots more... Can I get a wut wut.
Wednesday, 11 March 2015
It is also a question I've been asking myself for some time now. Several dictionaries define the word as 'a certain way of writing, expressing, composing and building'. I still don't know what style exactly is. It's still very vague.
When I think about what I'm currently wearing, how I chose to wear this and if it would by classified as style, a small smile emerges. This morning I had an early lecture, so I choose my big chunky sweater over my fitted blouse and my Doctor Martens, just because it's comfortable and it was early. That would probably be defined as homeless girl style or is she wearing her own clothes or her dads? Later today I changed in a more fitted sweater, Acne printed trousers and still loyal to my Doctor Martens.
This leads me to a sub question: Can you be comfortable and stylish?
I don't know, maybe? I really think that comfort is priority number one when I'm getting dressed. Comfort is often underrated. I don't think anyone can look sexy or stylish when being uncomfortable. When a skirt is too tight and it's hitching you down, shoes that are massively uncomfortable and make you look like you're walking on a bed of sharp and hot needles or when a coat is too short or too tight, it just will not and cannot look stylish.
Do you need money to be stylish?
Absolutely not. Not when there's so much choice. You've got an incredible high street, markets and thrift stores. The massive consumption of these particular women implies that they're not exactly sure of what their style is. So they have to keep on buying. And I don't think style is the same as having a lot of clothes. Actually, I think that limitation is good for the creative mind, because you go looking for alternatives. So if money is your limitation and you're into a certain Celine skirt, you will be determined to find an alternative version if not creating it yourself.
There isn't a code to dress , and that's liberating. We can be a Chanel gorgeous, a slighlty a-symmetric, we can be whoever we want to be. For some people that's intimidating and that's difficult, because you don't know who you want to be. But at least you have the opportunity to express yourself through clothes. It's all about experimenting.
Is style subjective?
No. If it's not your own style, it can still look amazing on somebody else. But that's only when everything falls into the right place. I could pass someone on the street with a bright, wide, yellow pair of trousers, an intense blue blouse and colorful make-up and still look amazing.
So a definition of style could be: It always is and looks like you. You can be wearing minimalism this day and maximalism the next, but it will always look like you when you incorporate you're own style into the outfit.
Style is a form of self expression. But I think in order to do that you have to have a self to express. You have to know who you are and what your place in the world is. That's why, at the end of the day, style is about evolving as a person. Then you know how to express yourself as a person. And it can change radically. As long as it is you. Then you've got style.