look of the day

Girls Doing Their Thing



Aren’t girls doing their thing the sexiest? 

It feels like a girl could be wearing a bathrobe in the streets if she wanted and still look super sexy while doing her thing. Wait, don’t judge (ever anyway), just imagine. Her face super pretty (make-up, no make-up, no make-up make-up), her hair fresh (done, not done), her skin glowing, her walk that feels like dancing… And all these from underneath a white bathrobe!

In contrast to a priorly-thought-into-every-not-so-human-but-then-what-detail human being yet that is not.

Not trying and doing her thing versus trying and not doing her thing.

At all times.

It’s always about the style and style is timeless! It’s about a style (THE style) prior to even getting to talk about clothes and we’re not even mentioning fashion at this point, obviously. THE style is when one is comfortable in one’s own skin.


Skin… The Skin I Live In is the translation for Pedro Almódovar’s La Piel Que Habito. And it is our skin we’re living in all of the time, hello. The skin, body’s largest organ. Bonito, huh?


I fell asleep the other night after watching a video of my 4 years old niece dancing. Her father (my brother) was filming her and her joy was mesmerising. Her, his. I had such a good sleep.

Also, this past week I had been seeing my girl friends on and on again. Different ones in almost every day of the week. The talks and moods created were blissful when also considering the fact that it is winter outside, we were all inside, covered in pullovers, scarves, boots (and sneakers, oh, well), sipping tea, coffees or wine wherever we met. It seemed so random. Now I see it wasn’t.

Most noteworthy, I even had an argument with my mom this past week who – cliché much? *insert hearts shaped eyes emoji here* *yes, I’ve just induced the vibe of it when felt love overloading the instant I just thought of inserting the emoji myself on the spot*) – is my best friend and it only led us to us loving and appreciating each other EVEN more, something I hadn’t even considered of being possible anyway. Mom, I can’t love half way. I either love 1000% or I don’t at all. She didn’t put it into words like I did at the time, but she raised me like this without ever mentioning it as it being a thing or something and it is!

Love hard or get the fuck out!

…is something I heard Chris Rock saying and it stuck with me. 

Truth is sexy as fuck. Observe the wordplay. Words are sexy. Just as girls doing their thing are.


The girls in the picture. Man, they dream or what?

Those who dream by day are cognisant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Edgar Allan Poe

One is thinking her own thoughts in her own world, casually playing with her cool feet. One taking our shot. One sitting on her trench (or a long jacket or something). One next to her backpack. One with long, luscious hair. One with a messy bun or pony tail. They seem to be holding hands without them actually holding hands.

And it’s only now we’re discussing clothes. We can’t see them plainly, yet feel the style they round up. Simple, sophisticated, relaxed, their own. 1. Dark hued V-neck jumper, slim fit jeans, shoe-laced boots and a trench or a long jacket or something. 2. Dark hued turtleneck, ankle loose fit trousers, long socks, sneakers, a backpack and a camera.

Clothes are the cherries on top. Are the honey in the black tea. Are the cool hair on a #goodhairday. Are the lining of a beautiful dress you’d already liked. Are that secret smile only you know. Are your closest friends when rushing out the door. Are there to stack your memories into. Are you. Are fun!

Girls doing their thing and sharing love – without even realising it – is fun!

Imagine whole 3 minutes of this, the length of the video my brother sent me. Inga was wearing pajamas.

Where Did The Romance Go?

Having been away from Instagram any other form of social media made me so present (with actually myself) that I think I’m gonna post JOMO in every of my writings here. It seems to go with anything. Here. Yet, in the short periods of time whilst bluntly goggling (not to be confused with googling), I found myself print screening again and it was this upcoming picture.

Photo @stylesightworld

I remember Pernille Teisbaek from back in the days, from the first picture I ever saw Pernille in on IG. It was the picture that took her high in the feeds. That took her high literally. Metaphorically. She was, however, climbing down the stairs in that very first picture.

Playing with words can make you high sometimes and I’m only having tea as we speak.

And I instantly liked Pernille. In addition, she is from Denmark and Alicia Vikander is from Sweden and I don’t only appreciate Alicia as an actress, but I happen to have a crush on her ever since I saw Ex-Machina. Still, it was Guy Richie’s The Man From U.N.C.L.E. that got me writing about Alicia. Where was I?

Yes, the Instagram print screen. Being away from social media makes you kinda think of lots of stuff for yourself. I have always done and loved it, I just forgot how beautiful it is to put it on paper, so here I am sharing. Caring.

The allure of Pernille is so classically-elegantly-carelessly chic here (yet modern and cool), that it got me print screening. My fingers must have felt the corduroy, got on to the two buttons left on iPhone and – SHT-SHT – took the shot. I have been wanting a corduroy suit like this since I first thought of one. Then I saw one. A bright pink one – I know – that almost had the same rise to fame as Pernille on Instagram had. The corduroy trouser suit became such a hit that it got into the risky zone (more on the risky zone soon). As opposed to Pernille Teisbaek. Pernille in the corduroy trouser suit, though, was a hit in 2017 (the date of the picture) and is very much one still, in 2019.

It is the suit, and colours, and Pernille (and her friend), and that hair, and that ease, and that light that got my fingers do the SHT-SHT. 

The Instagram print screen has a romantic kind of vibe to it and it’s something one doesn’t very often see on social media anymore. Most people are edgy af on social media and maybe that’s a good thing as long as it’s true. And people might now say It’s Instagram, why would you expect to see something true on Instagram anyway? And I say Why not? And their answer is Well, it’s Instagram. Mine is Well, then what’s Instagram anymore?

Pernille’s friend on the other side, she’s on fire with that trench. And twist. And waist. ST-ST.

Still getting high on playing with words. Since forever. 

I told you it’s romance involved here.


The amount of time I spent on Instagram to find the picture I first saw Pernille in is crazy, but it’s only a proof – for me – of just how much I love what I do. I even went on Pinterest (after years) and obviously googled it, yet stopped. It got ludicrous, I feel like I can hang out with Pernille thanks to the amount of pictures I just saw her in. Ludicrous is also the fact that the picture I am talking about (and will bump into one day and later edit this) is what I remember of as being the first picture of ever going viral on Instagram.

In my feed, at least, it did, in those good, old Instagram days. Hm, I remember I used to like it. Where did the romance go? We’ll find it out. The Where and the romance.

Ludacris is also a singer I am not a fan of. I would hang out with Pernille, though. She seems cool.

Comfort Is The Ultimate Luxury!


Just like nature and human nature are. Hallelujah!

Comfort became a word worldwide attached to clothes and we could not be happier since we are 🥁 here 🥁. We say happier upon us having been happy already due to the word’s first ever meaning: a state of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint, the easing or alleviation of a person’s feelings of grief or distress (according to dictionary.com).

Love is the va-va-voom (according to our imagination)!

I’d just got to the mountains with the family and Love At First Sight began.

I knew the kind of weekend it was going to be from the moment we all decided to go. This summer’s last official weekend with the family at the mountains, somewhere far away from any kind of noise, traffic or even internet. What? Yes.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it.

Not even when reading.

Comfort all over the place and onto one’s face. It only rhymed, but it’s actually not far from the truth. The face only belonged to the sun and the moon. The body was only covered by the comfiest clothes I have been wearing for years, clothes I don’t mind wrinkling or getting messy in, clothes I thought of turning into loungewear, but still haven’t. It’s for these kind of occasions, but also for the nights out and about whenever I feel like lounging wherever I go through town.

And dance the whole time through. In my imagination, at least.

1. I keep on putting these shorts into the giveaway pile, yet they somehow get into my outfits. With sneakers and neon orange striped t-shirt on (below), with black sandals and top on a night out on, with greek nude sandals and hoodie whenever on.

Nature, human nature, hello?

Upon our arrival, I turned the VH1 on and the Summer Lovin’ Top 100 was on. Love At First Sight was just on! The outfit and set-up in the video may look pretty tech and all at first, but its warm vibe is everything the weekend was about. This song has always, in fact, been about what life is all about. About style also and style is timeless.

Just like this song and video are. Hallelujah!

2. These pants I left in the house in the mountains, the house it wouldn’t all be the same without. The pants will always feel comfy there and a simple crop top will always do the trick. Just as the waist belt will. Just as the hat. Since we’re talking here about always, will we ever get out of the Birkenstocks?

It’s this feeling that makes you wanna knock your head against the walls and dance. Precisely the activities done throughout this weekend. Kylie did them on stairs. Myself did them through trees and stars at night, flowers and clouds in the afternoon, under the full moon and mild-mountain-like sun, with delicious food and red wine. And family, oh yeah (oh yeah the Batman voice!).

Breathe, the summer is not over yet!

3. This dress not only makes me feel like I’m naked, but most of the times almost gets me naked. It’s strapless and I just literally throw it on and off of me. Thank God for the bandana! This red one is close friends with the pink one from above.

Above, sky high.

One Fine Day Is Just An Outfit Away


One fine day may very well be referred to as one fine life in terms of an outfit that one might wear not only one day, but throughout an entire lifetime. A single day that feels like a lifetime. A lifetime that feels like a day. An outfit that feels like a lifetime.

Like, for instance, the outfit in the 1996 film, One Fine Day.

Michelle Pfeiffer is a single mom of a boy. George Clooney is a single dad of a girl. They meet in the morning and, well, figure out a lot of stuff until the night. We figure out a lot of stuff, too, when paying attention to Michelle’s outfit in particular from the beginning until the end of the movie. The rest of the crew is just as strong, nevertheless, as they are all together part, in the end, of a style that completes the story of it all.

And form that synergy we all crave for in movies, art in general.

Or is it life?

So we see Michelle Pfeiffer, an architect, in the morning, in clothes that make up 🥁 style 🥁 and we know style is timeless. A beautifully tailored brown suit, an elegantly buttoned-up white shirt, sheer black tights, a perfectly hued beige oversized trench coat, shoes that could very easily pass for Céline, a smooth, paisley-printed, sweet vest and hair that would make French women cut their hair and dye it blonde.

The way she looks, smiles, talks, walks is obviously part of the attitude a style would not even be worth mentioning without. It’s Michelle Pfeiffer after all, hello.

Now this all is just right and when something is right, something most of the times feels right, but when something feels va-va-voom, that is when something is va-va-voom and isn’t the va-va-voom we all yearn for in life? It’s the cherry on the synergy. It’s the salted caramel we’re surprised to find in the middle of an already delicious ice-cream. It’s the fun lining we discover in an already special jacket. It’s one secret smile we discover in a person we’d already liked a lot. It’s the perfect twist we hear in a song we’d been already dancing on like there’s no tomorrow.

It’s the surprise element life always has us popping up champagne for.

The dinosaur t-shirt Michelle Pfeiffer – for some reason, saying Michelle solely instead of Michelle Pfeiffer doesn’t seem to have the same effect, no? – wears upon her son spilling juice on that elegantly buttoned-up white shirt is the va-va-voom in the outfit from One Fine Day. Wearing it underneath that smooth, now dots-printed, sweet vest and that beautifully tailored brown suit to coffee is one thing, yet wearing it to a business meeting upon running through the city in it is a way cooler thing very few could get away with.

It all becomes a walking party the moment she wears the red, oversized coat that looks like future legacy.

And this is not only how one craves for cherries (or ice-cream for that matter), but also how a stylish outfit, firstly, becomes unique and, secondly, the souvenir of that one fine day that started the one fine life.

A Look That Kick Starts Your Day


And keeps on kicking throughout it – is a look that you might file into your memory and bring to light (and life) whenever you wake up and feel like nothing could change your moody mood wannabe day. When in fact there is something. The look, hello.

💥 And that magic in that action, as previously admitted.  💥

First, send the moody mood away hello (you’re not Hank Moody, hello), second, see if you feel like dancing in the look and, third, if you really, really look into the look, you’ll see it just might be it when trying to figure out your style.

The look makes you want to dance, isn’t this all?

The title came up – piece by piece literally – the second I put the red jeans on. The right pair of red jeans can do miracles sometimes! They’re the magic in the action because you feel like action. The disco sandals were next; needless to say what disco anything does to anyone. The dots printed shirt is here for the party and when you’re basically carrying the party on yourself, is there any other way than party all day long? On the inside, of course. I do not own a club or anything, though at some point fancied about it.

Anyway, The New Yorker bag is either the safety net I might be choosing to wear when trying to feel all grown up and stuff in a world of grown ups or it’s just another neutral to me, alongside blue jeans, bathing suits, black, leopard print or pink.

All of the words constructing sentences above seem to go hand in hand with the other meaning of the word look.


The look of love; not kidding, hello.

The song below is not about the look, look, but it’s so good to dance and sing along on.

Get Free


Some days can be tough. Wow. Believing in everything for a reason can be really tough at times also. But hey, we can always put our bathing suit on, let our hair free, wear comfy shoes and spin around like there is no tomorrow. When Bali is far away and your computer is right in front of you.

Hello! Yoohoo.

There is magic in action is a sentence that comes to mind whenever I feel like writing a book, but also can’t seem to write one sentence. So, at first, I do any sort of cleaning in the house that had been put on hold because hello, yoohoo, then I make a really good coffee, think of the best sweet thing to eat, drink the really good coffee, eat the sweet thing and, finally, meet the screen. If you stare at it long enough, you can actually see its rolling eyes.

Wearing a bathing suit 🥁 just in case 🥁 is one of the best feelings ever. Especially when, technically, you are not supposed to get into any kind of water due to not making any plans regarding it whatsoever. You are supposed to leave the island (Gili, Trawangan) for the real life, for the big continent, for the big dreams – is what mankind tricked our minds to believe in, appreciate and want.

Luckily, the way to reality was made by a boat we all had super fun and got wet on. Luckily, I had my bathing suit on. And this is how everything happens for a reason.

Spinning time.

Careful what you wish for in dreamland, because it just might happen in the real world. We all waited for the boat to park for about an hour and half due to us all wanting to postpone the arrival on the continent. Just kidding, there were too many boats at the docks.

So we all swayed on the swaying boat under the clear night sky, watched the stars, talked about the universe, listened to music.

Can you believe this was on?

However, real is rare (!). Let us all both love the real and dream, wear a bathing suit only we know about underneath the clothes and all, but also 🥁 know 🥁 that dreams don’t work unless we do.



There’s Something That Rocks Big Time Here

And is so silently powerful.

Or is it the bag?

This bag is so cool in a rock (subtly or not) inspired combo it hurts the way rock is supposed to hurt. My mind is now searching for the perfect song to it, it has the headphones on, it moves its hands through CDs and eyes through memory, just like DJs do.

You have to feel rock music, to listen to the lyrics, to move (or not) upon feeling it. You don’t have to, you can do whatever, you are listening to rock music, hello. However, in most of the cases, it will also bring back childhood memories. Because, in most of the cases, it is a music we are listening to now as adults thanks to precisely the times we thought we knew nothing about anything as kids.

The bag is Valentino and Valentino is so cool for being Valentino since forever. Harmonious, true, passionate, elegant, yet a brand you have to look into to observe its unique way of making style throughout times. Silently, yet so powerfully.

Just like the picture above.

And the video below; my mind just pressed play all of a sudden.

This is a track I once put on a sex CD a very dear colleague of mine and I compiled when we used to work at a music TV channel. A CD we made one another just for fun, not for work, while at work. Memories, see? And this is a coincidence. Or is it my mind playing not just pressing play?


Alice, my former coworker, would totally wear the combo above.

A relaxed jumpsuit seems to be underneath it all, so now let us all imagine… everything! Let your mind do the walking, let my body do the talking is very likely what the lady above would tell us all and it is very likely that we would all want to see the world in her eyes.

Just observe. The super sharp jacket, the fine fabric, the super fiery bag, the beautiful hands, the nice touch the hands give the bag. Hugging, loving. A feminine rockstar. The grey in combination with black, red and gold is so kind of keeps-everything-inside, doesn’t-let-us-in-at-all and whilst we all feel the warmth, the keeps-everything-inside, doesn’t-let-us-in-at-all does not let us in.

This whole magic thing above is a world on its own and, man, we’d love to be in it. No? I would want to see the lady and for sure want to grab a coffee with.

Did someone say coffee?

Your Groove Is The Grooviest


In a Pharrell Williams and Snoop Dogg interview, Snoop tells Pharrell upon their work together: Everybody sounds the same, everybody got the same bounce, but we got a… ~ Snoop is groovy dancing in a sitting position on a chair, you know how Snoop would move on a chair, him tossing his fingers around and everything… ~ That’s a groove and when you find the groove, the groove… It remains longer than the bounce. The bounce come and go, but the groove remains forever. Giving the world a sound of love, peace and harmony.

So it not only makes the art authentic, soulful and free, but also timeless.

Bounce is the trend, the pretending. Groove is the style. And there’s nothing wrong with the bounce as long as it makes you feel happier about yourself  in the moment, yet somehow the groove is always much more fun than the bounce. Real. It keeps you up all night and surprising you throughout life. The bounce come and go, but the groove remains forever. 

Watching my mom every morning – my whole childhood – getting ready for work in the bedroom, by the enormous (or so it seemed) mirrored closet, was a really good exercise for me, I now get to understand. Everything always seemed so light with her. Everything still does. Skincare, talks, hair, coffee, perfume, make-up, food, clothes, parties, us all. It’s a groove. I am now groovy dancing in my sitting position at the desk (on my comfy couch), tossing my fingers around and everything.

Lightness is so groovy. Exquisite.

In everything.

So it only made sense for me to take pictures of five of the combinations I have been wearing lately ~ in the bedroom. The pictures, not the clothes. It is very possible I, most often, relate to the mood in my parents’ beautifully lighted bedroom every morning. The most homelike feelings, now as grown ups, is something or someone taking us back to the intimacy of the childhood days. Something or someone to remind you of you.

And we all love the feeling of home. Similar to the feeling of finding our style no matter what that is. As long as it feels real, it is groovy.

Giving the world a sound of love, peace and harmony.

The exercise we could do today, though, as adults (or something) is constantly asking ourselves whether we like something or not. Whether it makes us dance even in a sitting position or not. Even without realising, on the inside ~ in meetings, in the car, at the cinema, in bed, in club, at the restaurant, wherever.

Tossing, tossing, tossing.

PS: all the shoes in ~ the shoot that only felt natural to be done by mom ~ had been previously cleaned. Always are.

Pleasure Delayers or 3 Outfits To Transition To Spring

We are all, willingly or not (not!)(ok, sometimes willingly), becoming these pleasure delayers. We keep on postponing the thrill of enthusiasm Spring has the ability to infuse us with. Not consciously, obviously, since it’s not in our hands to make Spring sprung (already!). Yet subconsciously, our minds are waiting at the starting line just like in a marathon run.

Just like there is no tomorrow!

It is becoming kind of interesting, this search for outfits in a season that seems to very much want to become a season on its own. Nor Winter, nor Spring, it’s Something! One day we’re cooler than ever in t-shirts and feel like Winter what? and the next day we’re running around naked through the house trying to figure out where’s the coat and where’s the hat.

Something just keeps on surprising us or, better yet, trying to mess with our minds and see how far we can go. Oh, but we can.



Esteban Cortazar #pfw Fall/Winter ’17

Céline #pfw Fall/Winter ’17

Stella McCartney #pfw Fall/Winter ’17

These are some outtakes of the Fall Winter 2017/2018 I saved on my desktop long before Fall and Winter ***where did they go, btw?!*** even had started. Theoretically, they are gone. Practically, well, good luck with the running through the house, since the house is still the only place to run in right now.

And this is how we are all slowly but surely becoming pleasure delayers. The phrase is from Vanilla Sky – the movie, vanilla skies usually happen in between seasons and the most beautiful vanilla skies were painted by Claude Monet.

Our minds, waiting in line, have to think about something in the meantime. Oh yeah, they can watch the sky also. 🙄

Our hearts, though, they know it’s about the race bla bla, yet let the race already begin! is what don’t all of our minds and hearts want to hear Spring already say?

There was a Go! earlier, but may there never be a Stop!.

… And I’m not even that much into running.


The Waves and Days that Take Us Places


Most people see the world only in the physical, but it requires supernatural faith and real presence for wonderful experiences to happen.
The days that make us aware are like waves or roller coasters. Like fireworks or kisses. We are the lucky ones to feel the joy Someone must have had while creating the beauty our eyes can’t get enough of now. Wow.

Every day is the day.

Aldous Huxley’s The Island happens to be in my hands at the time of this mental note being taken. Whereas the book is about this ideal, secret place on earth called Pala, it could also be about the place each of us has on earth and the life each of us creates in it.

Or about the head each of us has on our shoulders.

Just as ideal. This does not mean perfect. It means the best we can do in everything. It means our better versions of ourselves. You might want to roll your eyes, but your eyes don’t want to. Because they know. They can see the beauty of it all and they don’t want you to just think there could be it, they want you to live it. It only depends on you for you to see things as they are. Beautiful.

To continuously take pictures with your eyes. They furthermore take you to memories, laughter, heart.

When I was a child and went on summer holidays with my family, my dad, brother and I would go straight into the big, splashing waves. My mom would stay on the beach and watch us before coming in herself. The laughter we used to have in the foamy waters was so genuine that I can still hear it in my mind. Aloud. Cheerful. Loving. Fun. I was the little one, so obviously the one thrown straight into the waves. I would come back and hold on tight to them on and on again. Just like a monkey would. And then they would jump with me attached to them over the waves or underneath them. Sometimes when I fell off, I could barely touch the sand, but it felt so safe.

Maybe that’s why my today’s love for waves. Days.


And fun.


At other times they would be talking and I would watch, listen and hold their hands and they would lift me up onto the wave, talking forwards. I would still have so much fun on my own or with the waves and them just being there with me.

As we grow up, we start to live on our own as grown-ups (or something) and transform the life of today in memories. Today’s waves. Our lives and the people around us. Today is a memory already. The second that passed is one already. Today could be a mental note we could remember of many years from now one late summer. You could be a beautiful part of someone’s note. Story. Life.

We live our lives as it’s forever sometimes.

Other times, we look back and, without even realising, smile when remembering. Being constantly aware of everything is not always the way though. Just on the contrary. Occasionally, loosing it for a bit makes us live more than when thinking about it. We loose it and then it hits us. An idea, a moment in time, love. Naturally. Just feeling and not at all thinking.

But then you think at night, with your eyes closed, your head on the pillow.

And you smile.

We live most of our lives inside of our heads so let’s make sure it’s a nice place to be.

So I was reading, laying and all on the beach – absorbing – when an elderly gentleman just walked by. He seemed to be rushing and just for a fraction of a second I thought someone rushing like that on a – it seems like stranded in the whole universe – beach? 

Back into the book.

A couple of seconds later, though, somewhere not so far away, the gentleman rushed into the waves. Naked. I couldn’t help but smile and enjoy his joy from a distance. It was just him, the sea, the waves, the sky.

The little things…

A few minutes later, the gentleman walked back. Rushing again. Smiling. Happy.

We have been given the stars, the sun, the moon and the fun all at once, man.

The Grinning Sun


The other days, when it kept on snowing and the wind was blowing, the cold (cold, cold!) made me want to not ever get out of jeans, UGGs or snow boots, warmest sweater and snowboard jacket. Not that I had any intention of snowboarding on the sidewalks of the city and I have never tried to ski.

Even snow started to melt, but it’s still cold. Cold, cold. At the sight of the sun, however, I wished of wearing anything but the all-time-saviors blue jeans, hot boots and chunky sweaters.

I looked at the sky, we showed teeth to one another, bat our eyelashes and I got out in the “anything but” I would freeze, but at least would have fun in. And I always have fun when in skirt (particularly a jumpsuit skirt). A “jumpskirt” over the flared cropped trousers, underneath the glittery sweater.

Us, girls, and the glitter, ooh!

The sole of the boots saved the day for a bit, but the naked leather inside was making bffs with my skin. Was complaining, actually. The skin to the leather. About the cold, cold.

We all like to complain about the weather anyway. Us, people! “Too hot, too cold.” I’m not complaining or anything, but one can not ignore the cold weather.

I kept the snowboard jacket – I wear it too little a year – but I keep on getting it off. Just to have fun.

With the sun.

The sun with myself.

We smile, grin, laugh.

Stripes Are Here To Slay!

What is it with the stripes that gets us so eager to wear them over and over again? What? Don’t you find it rather interesting that we never get tired of them? Moreover, we wear them when nothing else seems to fit. The inner state.

“In a state”, a song by U.N.K.L.E..

No, I mean really think about it while listening to the song. Or don’t listen. Or don’t think and enjoy the song. Hey, come back here, you. I was jk. A clean breton stripe is almost as important for your wardrobe as the white t-shirt is. I mean, if you like it. The stripes. If you don’t, then just go back and listen to U.N.K.L.E. Or – Or! – bare with me for a few more minutes to find out how stripes can get you straight to number one.

Number one is a state of mind and “straight” had to be used. We are talking about stripes here, bonjour!

In fact, stripes have become neutral and we praise the day this was finally declared. You put a breton stripe on and it looks like you have just blushed your cheekbones, chicks, and you have just perfumed the sides of your upper neck, guys. It is not only fresh, but sexy. Somehow. The sexiness which is taken for granted, but you and I both know that there’s the je ne sais quoi with them stripes, too.

Deep connection here.

Dare. Wear. Stripes all over the place.
I played while they slayed. The thing is you have to play and slay along with them, otherwise they will slay you.

Because they are here to party and have fun with you.


When wearing two pieces, try not to overlay them, but make them meet somewhere: the waist is a very good spot right now.

Then think of shoes. The stripes will get you in the state of the shoes you choose to wear. You choose depending on the state and the state is there. That’s why it’s called “inner”. You just have to let it speak and listen. Listen.