I would find you in any lifetime, said Kanye and says I to this jumpsuit and, this is not just a jumpsuit aficionado talking. Flamenco dancing emoji. I can not get bored of it in this lifetime, it’s hard for me to even think of any other lifetimes. But, just in case, I would find it in any lifetime if I had to.

Do you believe in before and afterlife?

The funniest thing about clothing, though, is roleplaying. What? As in exploring your style up and down, left and right and beyond. Where? Anywhere. For instance, since I can remember myself, I have been keen on finding the most comfortable (there were very few exceptions to the sort of rule) and luscious pieces of clothing, It, even, meant going through all of my family’s wardrobes in order to find bargains. It’s like having your own vintage shop within your own home.

Why?

I was too young to buy stuff myself or I didn’t even know I cared too much. I just did things out of fun. No strings attached, no emotional attachments, as Antonio Banderas would say. Use the tone.

Growing up, on the other hand, has been a lot of fun, too. Only don’t grow up, it’s a trap, you know the drill. I started to buy things and have boyfriends which meant… More closets! I kind of thought I knew what my style was, but it is in the moments like this (when I emotionally attach, Antonio) that I realise I don’t, actually, have just one style. It’s continuously changing.

It’s the playing and it doesn’t stop once dressed up. In fact, it’s just getting started. When I find a combo like this, I could play (and play) for hours. For days. And so I did this past weekend, when from Saturday morning until Sunday evening, I hosted a brunch in the city, went to my niece’s super party, attended a cocktail wedding and, then, kissed at a family dinner wearing it.

A viscose jumpsuit, a linen tee, loose hair and leather slippers. Give it the twist you need according to the event you are attending by accessorising: earrings, bags, scarves, shoes, barefoot (mmm…).

And you don’t even have to, necessarily, not sleep at home to have an excuse to wear it all over again the next day (days). It only amplifies the amount of memories you can gather in it. It’s like the memories go into one beautifully wrapped box (a.k.a. outfit) that would, eventually, be delivered to your mind and soul, one day.

It will, you know.

The party no one had any time to take pictures at.

Wedding thing turned into a mouth thing.