The air is filled with the rich notes of moss and the manifold voices of the forest, while almost outlandish rays of light from far away extend their long skinny fingers through the boscage. The poet encounters the barbarian when the moon shines in the most peculiar shade of yellowish green.

In the forest’s depths, a fragile butterfly lands on the warm nose of a fuzzy brown bear. Will their path lead to an enchanted forest clearing, terrible destruction or complete meaninglessness? No one knows since the Celtic fortune teller with the 1000 eyes is looking elsewhere and is unaware of a kiss in the shadows of oaks touched by the feet of many ancestors.

The poet whispers a sweet verse but notices the immunity against the spell of language the barbarian possesses at a glance. She is repelled and fascinated at the same time by his lack of love for hushed syllables, hissed sounds, precisely chosen words and arias levitating over all other songs. His world is without decor, without stories interwoven into a pattern of colossal complexity, his sentences are naked but honest, and he would never use a book of spells instead of a dictionary.

The barbarian’s heart might not have the finesse of Mulberry silk nor as many facets as a Royal Asscher diamond. Still, it knows pure excitement when the otherworldly poetic prey is in sight. Like a match, it is lit for the unknown, far away from its grim reality of survival, masculine strength and straightforward ways. With the feral senses and the nose of a barbarian, the poet’s smell is perceived as rumours of glory.

He looks out for bear traps but fails to detect the subtle poison behind the beauty. Little does he know that this is every poet’s closest friend. The lovers of words’ ability to evoke heaven and doom and melt it all into a golden nugget until it bursts into dust within a change of thought make them a kind hard to tame and keep at bay.

To barbarians, what sticks out is innocence and a certain naivety that holds hands with a hint of wisdom. Not even the scratches of demon claws could destroy this sweet feeling. The poet is tempted to do what she never did: Choose wisely and healthily, going for a story not leading into tragedy instead of heading into an epos through seven heavens and hells.

The question is: Will she walk down the aisle dressed in white and giving away her romantic heart? And if so, will she not forget how to fly in a land where words are sober? Does she dare to risk that the butterfly goes through a metamorphosis and becomes a mundane caterpillar who loses its soul in the veins of her wings? Fortune teller with the 1000 eyes, turn around, turn around, a poet needs your advice.

Outfits/Styling: BAZ Vintage
Pictures: BAZ Photography

In another dimension, maybe I could fly a purple spaceship with round windows and cross the galaxy. I would hear thrilling stories about life on other planets far, far away where lifeforms were different, and people had beige and brown skin instead of blue. I would open my big black eyes in amazement, dreaming of exciting adventures.

If I finally met earthlings, I’d tell him the following: I come from a peaceful world, further away than most can imagine. My people study nature and develop technologies in balance with our world. My planet is filled with extraterrestrials of all shapes, sizes and colours. Unlike humans, we know no war and no bombs.

If we encounter other species, we are excited about what we can learn from each other. Racism is an unknown concept on the other side of the galaxy. Because, like the animals on earth, we all live knowing that we share a place in our manifoldness. Like flowers on a beautiful meadow, we appreciate being different and diverse. It’s our significant advantage: Diversity means more opportunities.

A school class on our planet is a mix of blue, pink, green and purple faces. They all chuckle, guessing if I would have purple children if I fell in love with the red-skinned doctor in area 62, right next to the school. I clap my long red fingers, getting their attention and returning them to the question of how the Milkyway came to exist.

Our communication is so different to yours. You would call it weird sounds. But for us, it works very well. We are thinkers and communicators. On earth, I have to adjust to your language to be understood, and I think it’s interesting. So earthling, how do you think we can benefit from each other?

Clothing: Anastasia Bull
Ring: Swarovski

Pictures: Tanja Gschwandl
Makeup: Lara Spiess
Styling: Greta Schoop & Sara Streule

These boots are made for walking: They walk over obstacles and away from places where no good awaits or people who don’t treat others and our planet with respect. They can carry you towards a better world. All you need to do is to put them on and keep walking.

From a symbolic point of view, walking is not just a mechanical function that enables a human to go from A to B, but as well a decision, progress, a game changer. If your feet carry you to a different place, it can change your story completely. What you decide to walk away from defines your boundaries and shapes your world.

Speaking of that, my boots are not just boots as well: For years, I looked at all the people wearing classic winter boots with sheep skin and lamb wool, and despite never saying a word questioning their decision, it made me sad.

Finally, thanks to New Orchard, a startup from Zurich, those times can soon be over: Their vegan shoes keep the feet of people who care about their positive footprint warm during the winter season. In their boots, Swiss quality meets Italian design. They are unisex, durable, pollution-free and made in Europe.

New Orchard supports various pet adoption options with donations. From every sale of boots, 10% go towards a pet-orientated charity. So let’s walk and step into a better future! I am ready since my feet have never felt so warm before.

With the code
Sara15 

you receive 15% on your shopping
at New Orchard

valid till 18.12.2022

Pictures: Greta Schoop
Styling: Greta Schoop & Sara Streule
Editing/Mua: Sara Streule

Top, Trousers, Belt: Vintage (Kenzo, No Name, Moschino)
Jacket: Fabletics, Hat: Maison Julie
Shoes: New Orchard (15% with the code Sara15),
Heart Bag: Weat, Sunglasses & Choker: Moschino,
Earrings: From an Indian shop

Falling orange leaves, pumpkins in all shapes and varieties, the air is getting colder, and the breeze is freezing: November is almost here. Time to make your coats ready to be prepared for winter!

I always find it challenging to find a new coat that is exactly like I imagine it to be. What’s in the shops is either the wrong colour, or shape or sold out in my size. A tragedy!

Sumisurra offers a very excellent alternative: You can now order your coat made to measure. You choose the fabric, the style, lining, and you can even have your monogram stitched on the lining (or your name or favourite word).

With Sumisurra, you can design your coat online whenever you feel inspired. It’s also a sustainable way to shop: With this process, Sumisurra only produces what has been ordered and is gonna be worn by you amazing people. Besides coats, you can customise a range of other items, such as shoes, dresses, suits and trousers.

I wanted to have a red riding hood coat for ages, just without a hood. I went for an indigo-blue quilted lining to keep me extra warm. If I am outside, I want to feel good and cosy. I love as well that my name is on my coat and with all my clothes had this sweet detail. If I ever pass it on, somebody might buy it in a vintage shop and wonder who Sara was.

I feel warm in my beautiful red wool coat, so I play with the pumpkins and feel at peace with my roots of being a girl from the countryside. Recently I have felt those vibes very strongly, and I happily jump for folklore-inspired pieces from different countries. My skirt and top are Hungarian-inspired, and the scarf is Portuguese. I love the colours of all the folklore art, the romantic touch and the instant feeling of cinematic moments.

People on the street ask me what event I’m going to, and I answer that this is just my life. Why wait for an event if you can be the event?

Pictures: Greta Schoop
Styling: Greta Schoop & Sara Streule
Editing: Sara Streule

Coat: Sumissura
Top & Skirt: Sugarbird, Hat: Lorna Murray, 
Shoes: Dr. Martens, Scarf: Souvenir from Lisbon

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I wish my heart was hard like metal,
with a warm and bright golden shine.
A safe and unbreakable golden vessel,
keeping my vulnerability locked away.

I wish your presence was tattooed onto my soul,
not fading when the air exits my lungs.
My feeble memory is my vehement enemy,
betraying me of what I crave the most.

I wish my skin was the surface of a shooting star,
catching your eyes with a glittering delight.
What I am is an enchantress with no magic,
under your spell but not in your arms.

I wish I could bend time to create a futuristic world,
where love is the currency and loyalty is the key.
I would take you to a place where all is possible.
Just like in my head. Still.

Please visit the exhibition Female Form at
Art Space “parat” in Zurich, 17. – 23.10.22
with pictures from Nora Dal Cero, Sophie Stieger
& Franziska Willimann.

Dress: Maya Seyferth
Photographer: Nora dal Cero, Hair & Makeup: Sandra Gimmel

Do you think people dance to express their happiness and joy, go to parties and clubs and jump on a table when there is a reason to celebrate and be crazy? Those pictures come to our mind quite fast if we think about the expression of happiness, but I reveal something: You have been deceived if you fell for them!

Yes, they are happy people at clubs, no question. But many people dance to get rid of pain, free themselves of the dullness of their lives, overcome heartbreak and self-doubt, and forget rejection, hurt and loss. They go out when their four walls seem threatening and they long for the roaring bass. They go to a club when they can’t stand silence and loneliness gets too heavy. Many tears are shed under the blinking disco lights, and many bottles of booze are drunk only to shut the mind off.

Did you ever notice that many dance songs have happy, upbeat tunes but quite sad lyrics? This is no coincidence. The list would be long, from Dancing on my own by Robin to Nothing Breaks Like a Heart by Miley Cyrus and many more. Don’t fall for what you see! People sometimes dress the brightest, dance the wildest and sing the loudest when they are the saddest.

If you want to know what’s in a person’s heart, talk, don’t judge from what you see!

Plush Minuki is designed by Taina and can be bought at Unuh,
Top: H&M, Trousers: Vintage, Gloves: Luvaria Ulisses, Halo: Pearls & Swine,
Sunglasses: Hassan Hajjaj (Andy Wahloo) for Poppy Lissiman

Pictures: Daniela Bologna
Styling: Greta Schoop

With red roses, he declared his love to me,
the sunflowers marked the most beautiful summer,
while our hands couldn’t let each other go.

We kept each other warm in winter,
like two snowdrops growing on the same soil.
We didn’t need laurel. We just kissed.

The scent of lavender filled the sweetest dreams,
we talked about the flower fields of our future.
What we had was as unique as the rarest orchid.

Life was beautiful and felt like a bunch of hydrangeas,
I found more peace than any lily could negotiate.
Paradise garden was everything I ever wanted.

Boldly I dug my roots deep into foreign grounds,
I had visions of planting dahlias and peonies.
But we never saw the tulips of the following spring.

One day the vase was empty. He was gone.
The Forget-me-nots are watered by my tears now.
Where he went, I do now know.

Please come back.
I don’t need flowers, but I do need you.

Clothing: Maya Seyferth
Flowers: Blüemlisex

Pictures: Nora dal Cero
Hair & Makeup: Sandra Gimmel

Oh, you sweet nostalgia: That longing for the glorious past that overcomes me, especially while looking at old black and white pictures. I am always amazed by how beautiful people look in suits and old-fashioned dresses.

I am very grateful to live in the now, grateful to live in a world where human rights, rights for women, transgender people and minorities have come much further than in the old days. Science can do amazing things nowadays, and technology is almost magic. There are cures for diseases that used to be deadly, and we have more possibilities to discover the world than Columbus could have imagined in his wildest dreams.

Don’t get me wrong: I am a part-time science fiction girl as I am a part-time retro girl, so I don’t say everything should dress like in the 1890s or 1950s. But when I look at how people dress, I sometimes long for the old times. But I often don’t feel that people care about what they wear from a visual perspective, which is not the same as a practical or fashionable perspective. 

Let alone the manners: How did we come from “Madam, would you be so kind and….?” to “Yo bitch, move!”. Language can be as beautiful as clothes if we use it that way and treat every world like a precious pearl on a row that forms a stunning necklace. Find rare words at the bottom of your vocabulary and bring them back, be precise, and play with the way how you talk and the way how you pronounce them. Why is this not fashionable?

So sweet nostalgia: You are welcome here; please take a seat and stay with me!

Pictures: Diego Rizzo from Make Some Noise
Models: Greta Schoop & I
Styling: Greta Schoop
Editing: Sara Streule
Location: Hotel Europe, Zurich

Clothes: Gowns by Roberta, Mey, Headpiece: Frollein von Sofa
Shoes: Melissa

Please love my tender, touch me like a soft feather and hold me like I’m made of delicate thin porcelain. There is a lot of harshness in the world, so let’s build our private comfort zone.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m strong enough to survive all kinds of things. This ability doesn’t contradict my longing to show my fragility without getting hurt. I want to take off my armour and be. 

I show you my delicate skin, gashing wounds, damages, bruises, and not yet touched parts of my body and soul. All innocence and naiveness left inside of me, I present to you. The part of me that is still a little girl with silly dreams and everything I keep hidden beneath the deep ocean of my eyes.

Show me your daemons, and I’ll show you mine, but then let’s lock them away in the basement and dance into the sunset. You and me, we’ve seen dark, and I am even more grateful for the sparkles we share. Wounded people know how to treat wounds. Our souls hug each other softly as butter, light as powder. Our mouths meet, and it’s a warm encounter full of trust, hunger and desire. You take my hand and spin me around, your smile following my eyes.

I blow you a pink kiss, grateful for your presence from the bottom of my heart, lucky to dance in your universe and hold the key to your love. It’s the most precious thing my fingers ever touched, so I love you tender, I promise.

Dress: Amorphose

Pictures: Nora dal Cero
Hair & Makeup: Sandra Gimmel