Today: ridicule. Tomorrow: REALLY COOL.

I may have just ordered these bad bitches.

Gucci's classic Horsebit mocassins are great if you're 70 and generally bored with  life as a whole, but not these... THESE ARE COVERED IN PINK GLITTER. And that changes everything. 


(Now how on earth do I wear these?)

COOL STUFF

Fetish drawing.

When I was little I used to obssessively draw the Simpsons, over and over again, amd every time I created new outfits for Lisa and Marge). This would keep me entertained for hours on end. Last night I kinda did the same but this time my heros came in glossy leather: they're some of the shoes I've been dreaming about as of late; also in the picture: my dog Simone's ears.

Do you have a moment to talk about socks?

It's taken me quite some time to realize just how much there is to be observed in stylish men, and to really begin to try and figure out how their style mojo could be adapted to my reality (for those remaining in doubt: I'm a girl). My eye is usually caught by looks ranging from a classically manly, faux-careless look, all the way through to the sharpest of fine suits and those richly thick, heavy textures guys can pull off so easily. But it's when there's a spot of humour and a tiny hint of playful excentricity that I'm really interested. It's almost as if dudes were naturally imbued with a type of subtlety that men can master (at least those with what I consider a memorable sense of style) in their own unique way,  perhaps by taking risks with the smallest details rather than big bold statement pieces. Kids, I'm talking about socks here.

Because of their ideal balance between comfort and sophistication, I've been into  masculine looking shoes lately. I also figured that adding a playful sock would prevent the look from going too normcore and dude-y. It's usually a sad affair for a chick to go sock shopping: girl socks tend to be as dull as a dishwasher, or, in contrast, sickeningly sweet, going from a range of light pink to hot pink (or pink with pink fucking stripes) and featuring pom-poms and the Powerpuff Girls. Yet, mainstream shops I have access to seem to offer these much jazzier versions for guys: stripey, spotted and other cool patterns.

Let's look at a few interesting examples I gathered below, shall we?

Gents seen at www.thesartorialist.coom and socks from Pringle and Paul Smith. 

But let us not overlook the chicas: 

Stylish ladies sourced at www.thesartorialist.com and socks from Paul Smith, Jcrew and Asos. 

Plus my combo for today: Eureka brogues + Pedemeia spotted ankle socks.

When successfully achieved, the incredibly vast field of possibilities offered  by the shoe + sock combo can add a lot more personality to a look than jewellery or any other accessory. It's fun, nostalgic (ankle socks seem to resonate my childhood somehow), subversive and unexpected. Just keep away from the death trap of socks: looking too Lolita or just plain frumpy. Oh and also, trust my instinct on this one: NO POWERPUFF GIRL SOCKS ARE TO EVER LEAVE THE COMFORT OF YOUR HOME, even if you are fully convinced you are being ironic and perhaps even starting the hottest new trend. Not gonna happen. (NOT ON MY WATCH.)

xx

New stuff I didn't exactly need but really wanted.

Sale season: I love you and I hate you. Justifying my love for you, there is the fact that you present us with cool stuff from past collections at reduced prices, and sometimes I find that older collections have pieces far more interesting than the latest ones (cue Miu Miu laceless brogues below). I'm afraid I hate you because you are also stuffed full of crappola. And also sale shoppers are the worst,  most ruthless and uncivilized kind. (I didn't mean for this to make me sound like such a prick and a snob.)

So, lo and behold! My most recent purchases: wine-red schoolgirl shoes by Eureka and black Miu Miu brogues - both very boyish, innit? Haven't yet quite figured out how to best style them. The flappy off-shoulder ASOS top hasn't yet seen the light of day due to miserable weather conditions but I have high hopes because flashing shoulders is my new thing now (or will be). Then there's the gold disco queen wrap dress, which can also be seen as a large scale Ferrerro Rocher chocolate wrapper if you have or haven't any sense of humour. And also this black velvet playsuit that would make Prince jealous and that will fill me with regret the moment I need a wee.

Last but not least a cut out red top from Asos which I will have to find a way to dignify (it is a tad slutty after all...), aaaaand some socks. BOOM. Peace out.

2014 leftovers

Hooray folks, here's to another trip around the sun taking us right back where we started.

As I write this I have no idea where I'd like this post to go. To begin with, I thought I'd go through the post drafts I saved in the course of 2014 which you guys never read because I though they were utter crappola. One of the posts that never saw the proverbial light of day was about fashion things which at the time made my heart skip a beat, like these Delpozo shoes, which basically consist of gift wrapping for one's feet.

Everything else I put on that draft I now find a bit cringeworthy. And I'm not sure if it's winter making me cynical and turning my heart into stone, but I'm not even sure of the Delpozos either, unless wearing them with big fat mismatched socks is a possibility (like, over my dead body).

At another point I also thought I'd write a post about all the crazy stuff that gets sold out on luxury e-commerce, as it normally falls into three categories: a) it was actually great value so it's gone in 1,0902934 miliseconds (note: very rare but has been observed); b) a 10.000€ dress; c) it something that costs 10.000€ and it's B U T T  U G L Y. Here's a wee challenge: is thisValentino sweater a), b) or c)?

Oh no it's sold out and it was JUST THE THING I WANTED. 

Then I had an epiphany about Oprah Winfrey's style. It seemed noteworthy that her stylist made a point of dressing her in these exquisite draped jersey dresses (spotted: ISSA, Donna Karan), both during daytime events and red carpet ceremonies. Sure, I love the sense of style of all the same young skinny betches y'all do, but let's just take a moment to realize that even though she hasn't invented the style wheel, Queen Oprah is here to remind us all that style can be really simple and that clothes are only any good if they bring out the best in us. And that she looks FINE.

So blogwise I part ways with 2014  by serving you my leftover ideas, taken straight out of my brain microwave half heated-half cold. I'm not sure what will inspire me in 2015 but there better be something spectacular. I have this strange relationship with fashion where, on the one hand, I am confronted with something so completely new and/or beautiful that I can't help but dream... only soon after to be brought down from this trip by the raw realization that it is just clothes, shoes, bags to carry things. When this happens I run out of things to say - I even grow tired of my own thoughts, as it all seems so meaningless.

For 2015 I won't be wishing for Louboutins to rain from the skies or anything. I reckon what I'd really like for next year is some really good, gut busting laughs. Also on my 'nice' list new Game of Thrones episodes soon, seeing friends fulfill their dreams, dance, and never stop learning things.

       

Streetstyle commonplaces

I have just seen the milionth photo of a beautiful girl wearing a pair of Valentinos and holding a bike with pretty little basket. 'Scuse me while I dejá-vu all over the fucking place.

I remember the time when we all switched to blogs because they were a fresh alternative to fashion magazines, yet now I have the same feeling about blogs I once had about glossy publications - that they too have become samey, bombarding us with similar content, shapes, brands, beauty standards, just as magazines used to do. After milking streetstyle for I dont know how many years, it should come as no surprise that its fashion forwardness has slowly begun to wane. I feel let down by fashion blogs in general (and sometimes even bored of streetstyle photography) because for me it rarely portrays individuality, which is what used to draw me into it the most.

image via Carolines Mode | Stockholm Streetstyle