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A lot of people around me seem to live in their comfort zone: They go home to their family every day, have a (more or less) safe job and their schedule is fixed for months. Not me! Let me give you an insight into the world of a crazy female single creative.

Not having a comfort zone means to only follow yourself. It means that the only person who holds you back is yourself and that you learn to throw yourself at the world, knowing that nobody was waiting for you. It’s always you who has to get in touch with others. And yes: If you look like me your first task is to show them that you are actually not the freak you look like.

Yes I dress up, yes I do show too much skin, I wear too much makeup and dance through the park like a crazy fairy, and? Don’t ask why, change perspective and ask why not! I also live in a tidy house, love cleaning and cooking and I treat the people I love with respect and care.

Again and again I build up my energy, spend it all out there. I become this shining light that attracts people. They tell me that they feel my energy radiating. So do I, causing a stir of excitement and glow. It’s my strongest weapon, this sweet tingling dizziness inside of me and I use it generously.

Then I go home, it’s dark there and emptiness creeps in. I feel lost and in need of a hug, a comfort zone. But there is nothing like that, nobody promising me a simple life. I get up and push my borders again. I think in the last two years I evolved a lot, forced by the loss of important people in my life and stability. Forcing

I feel weird in what I am and frightened of the new me I encounter. I don’t want to be just an ordinary girl at the same time as I wish I was and then I find myself very ordinary, living that Sex & the City life (just the city part). Sometimes I lay on the rug in my floor, almost not believing that things I didn’t dare to dream of came true, sometimes I cry in my bathroom feeling all lonely and miserable. I’m still far from embracing my dark spots, far from loving myself as much as I want the world to love me, but I keep going. It’s the only way, ahead!

Pictures: Philipp Mueller

This is a fictional photostory for the magazine French Dispatch (or something like that). I love the worlds of Mister Anderson’s movies, so I feel inspired to look for my perfect color scheme with pink and pastels.

Since I was a kid, I craved to live in a world that was more colourful, more beautiful, that had a certain twist. My surrounding seemed to lack something so I kept looking for what was missing. Then I started to create what I saw in my imagination and to link with things and people who have a similar vision. Like I guess Wes Anderson does when he creates his unique worlds with his movies.

I learn from Wes Anderson how to don’t get caught by the shadow, but be the light

Is the world boring? Is it exciting? Is it wonderful or cruel? I think it’s all at the same and I am determined to look where it is the most colourful whenever I can. There are enough moments I don’t succeed in this even if I try hard, but I am determined to find the beautiful angles, corners, and views again and again. There is no light without shadow and it’s a daily challenge to don’t get caught by the shadow and be light instead.

So I wander the world in my search for the perfect dreamy colour palette, beautiful symmetry, a hint of nostalgia, the right dose of quirk, and always a lot of vibrance. And I come to life when I feel that the particular hue I had in mind finally surrounds me and hugs me like a dear friend.

My outfit:
Jumpsuit: Alice McCall, Shirt: Zara, Bag: Skinnydip, Hat: CeliaB, Sunglasses: Marc Jacobs,
Shoes: Sophia Webster, Tights: Fogal

Pictures: Photorhead

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Halloween! We do creepy the fashion way here. Are you afraid of spiders? Me too, but if a good look needs bravery, then I’m all in.

I wouldn’t be Sara if I wouldn’t jump for every opportunity to dress up, make something special out of a day, and let the ordinary behind wherever I can. If you follow my Instagram, you might see some serious Halloween makeup happen there, this look is my try on Halloween goes fashion.

But let’s be honest: There are a million things that are more dangerous than (European) spiders or skulls. The true ghosts and demons are in us or made by us. There is no need to be afraid of the dark, but sometimes a need to be cautious of the dark spots in people’s minds. We all have the ghosts that haunt us on sleepless nights or stalk us through nightmares in our dreams.

I often wish those ghosts were as funny as dressing up for Halloween and would just ask for a trick or treat. Oh, the bucket of sweets I’d have ready would be enormous. But don’t worry: This weekend it’s all about Halloween, so where are the bloody cocktails, Victorian brides, and undead Ghost Busters? I’m ready for a spooky weekend.

My outfit:
Top: Custom-made by Greta Schoop, Skirt: Essential Antwerp, Shoes: Kat Maconie,
Sunglasses: Gucci, Bag: Moschino

Pictures: Tanja Gschwandl

Romance seems to be something that existed in a different life or universe, I almost can’t remember how it feels. I have the wardrobe to attend a million candle night dinners and certainly the kind of heart that beats faster when there is something beautiful in the air. But it seems that the air has just become air and nothing more.

But what happened to romance? Why do dates nowadays start with let’s meet at your or my home or an informal let’s grab a coffee between three other appointments wearing sweaty office clothes? When has sending flowers become only an emoji and since when do we hook up instead of falling in love? Staying on the surface must have replaced diving deep into feelings. When have we become so afraid?

Romance used to be found in the little things: A gesture, a blink of an eye, little surprises. Songs still tell about those moments, but reality speaks a different language. It seems that love became like fast food: Something that lasts only for one night. But this is not love at all, how could things get so mixed up?

Romance must have had a terrible fate and been replaced by lust. This makes me sad, because it is so much more, something magical. Something truly desirable. A connection on a deeper level and a strong emotional bond. Do people not miss it and are they truly happy with this modern world that creates loneliness and has a non-binding nature?

A lot of people live and love like they have no time. Feelings became something instantly. It often seems that people do not even bother to make full sentences anymore, not even speaking of writing a full text or even a letter. Where have the poets gone? Where is the happily ever after?

Oh Romance, I miss you. I’m waiting here, wearing my roses.
Please come back, I feel like kissing in the rain and singing in the night. Thank you.

My outfit:
Top: Amorphose, Skirt: Vintage, Gloves: Aelita, Shoes: Manoush, Sunglasses: Anna Karin Karlsson,
Earrings: Tukadu, Fascinator: Pearls & Swine

Pictures: Sarah M.J. Photography

What is a butterfly, if not a tiny and beautiful yet incredible delicate creature? It’s easy to crush a butterfly but very hard not to be dazzled by its beauty. I often feel like a butterfly, spreading glitter and being aware of my own vulnerability.

I want to sing the Die Antwoord song about the butterfly, asking for protection that I never had in my life. But then I think about the butterfly effect and how the most diminutive creature can influence significant events, get up, spread my wings again and fly.

A kid recently asked me if butterflies are angels. This question pops up in my mind and brings a smile to my face. I don’t know, child, maybe yes, maybe not, or perhaps strange angels. How shall I know when I am still busy to find out how far and how high I can fly?

Don’t look at me like I know less than you do! I don’t believe that you know those things about yourself because it’s impossible you’ve been the furthest you can go, seen the highest your eyes will spot. And even if: How can you know, not being a fortune-teller who visits every day ahead… So I spread my wings and went again. Hoping that luck will see me too, levitating over a park or dancing with the statues hidden between the trees and shrubberies.

Thank you, Photorhead and Greta Schoop, for making this shoot come true, inspired by the Egyptian goddess Isis and David LaChapelle. It was a magical day full of glitter and without feeling vulnerable in the wrong way. I guess the visitors of the beautiful park were a little bit irritated about me and my wings, but this is what we do to bring a piece of our dream world to reality!

My outfit
Jewellery: Evelyne-M, Shoes: YRU

Pictures: Photorhead
Styling: Greta Schoop & Me

I believe that looking at your own picture is like figuring out who you are. Again and again, since when do we ever have an answer to this difficult question? It’s that looking-glass effect that gives us a glimpse of how others see us, a perspective we will never be able to claim.

I remember a scene from my childhood, I think I was four or five. My parents and I were driving through a street next to a field of banana trees in Cyprus and we stopped to have a look at the bananas. I wanted to have a picture of myself with the bananas so so much, but my father said no and put me back in the car. Oh, I turned the journey into hell: Crying so much till he decided to make a turn and drive back to the field to take that picture. I can’t recall him cursing, but I guess at least in his thoughts he must have. I still have the picture of course.

Maybe this was a key moment for something that became important in my life: I like to be in pictures. As mundane as it sounds, I just like to be the picture girl, not just since the beginning of the selfie culture, but since I was born. Actually, I don’t enjoy selfies as much as one would think. My thing is rather to have a picture that is a world between four edges, that is perfect in all its details but still has a certain intimacy. A picture of the world I imagine with me in it: Colourful, beautiful and bold.

What is this fascination about the camera I sometimes ask myself? Why does it fill me with joy to see moments I have imagined frozen in time, clothes in action, another version of myself I haven’t seen before? Do I become the more me the more times the pixel form my face? Why do other people feel like the camera seems to steal their identity and I feel like it helps me to claim my own identity?

Once I read a quote somebody said about Ladi Di, it said that she needed to see herself in the magazines and it was like she only existed when her picture was printed. Am I like that too and if is it a bad or a good thing? Maybe it’s not for anybody to judge including me!

Pictures: Philipp Mueller

Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home

Sorry to all minimalists, this is your nightmare because it is the wildest dream of a maximalist: The new Zandra Rhodes x IKEA collection is here, and it took over my home.

If we defined family not by blood but by the world we build, British designer Zandra Rhodes and I would be closely related! We don’t just share our pink bob hairstyle, but also a deep love for colour, boldness and the joy to turn whatever we touch into a wild mix. We don’t expect things to match, we just make them do so.

After designing garments for Princess Diana, Freddie Mercury and many others, Zandra’s latest stroke is a fabulous collection for IKEA, now available in-store and online. The 26 products of the Karismatisk collection, such as rugs, pillows, vases and textiles, are waiting for you and eager to spice up your homes. More is more, and Zandra is everything! All her creations are not just fabulous but as well practical and allow you to express your personality.

I believe that home should be a place that feels happy, positive, a space that welcomes you with a hug. For me, it was always clear that home must be a place that looks and feels like my personality. Colour is an essential (if not the most important) part of it. Whenever I have to be in an all-white minimalistic room, I notice that it lacks the energy colour give me. People often ask me if I am not afraid I will get tired of the colour. I am tempted to ask back how they can never get tired of white. People who enter my home usually mention that they love its energy too and it makes me even happier to know this and recommend everybody to be bold while designing their home. Make it your playground, your unique palace, your wonderland.

And I can’t forget to mention: Everybody needs a frilly pink IKEA bag! Zandra’s pieces are an excellent addition to my home, and I think they can add glamour to a lot of homes.

Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home
Zandra Rhodes Ikea Home

Home Textiles by Zandra Rhodes for IKEA.
Pictures: Photorhead
Styling: Greta Schoop & Me

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Can I imagine being a housewife? Keeping home pretty, bringing the kids to school and secretly drinking booze while asking myself if this is all life has to offer? In another galaxy!

These pictures are a quick journey to that galaxy. Since it is far away, things are a little bit different there. But the life of housewives is not less desperate and material for dramatic movies.

The thrilling story of how those pictures came to life: Once upon a time on a Sunday, I was determined to do nothing but stay in bed, watch series and order food. But like in every fairy tale, unexpected things happened. I remembered that Taina, a Swiss street art artist that I truly admire for her work that is full of colour and cuteness, has an exhibition that was only on that Sunday. So what is a girl supposed to do? I got dressed, brushed my hair and told my bed I would be back in two hours.

My bed doesn’t talk to me anymore, it says I’m a liar. I didn’t return after two hours. The exhibition happened to be a completely sprayed flat in a house that was about to be ruined the next day. Taina created the floor, two other female street art artists Eulen Heulen and Elf Kunst, did some magic in the kitchen and living room.

I stood in this pink dreamy flat, wishing I was a witch capable of conjuring a photographer. I tried to blink like Barbara Eden and oh my… I must be a witch because out of nowhere Natalia Zainal appeared. We didn’t know each other, but I got told she was a photographer.

There we had a photographer without a camera, a model with an empty stomach and a once in a lifetime opportunity that would be gone the next day. It took us a few seconds to come up with a plan: Get a camera, fill that stomach and wait till the visitors were gone. We built up lamps and started to create our parallel desperate housewife galaxy.

It was very dark outside when I finally came home, but I felt happier than I could ever have if I would have stayed home and relaxed. And I learned something about myself: In this universe, I am for sure no housewife (and just part-time desperate), I still don’t think I am a witch but my belief that wishes sometimes come true very very fast got much stronger.

I’m off perfecting my Barbara Eden moves.


My outfit

Top: House of Holland (old), Skirt: Nixi Killick, Belt: Essentiel Antwerp,
Shoes: Zara (old), Earrings: Tukadu, Bag: Maria Escoté for Desigual

Pictures: Me is Niza – Natalia Zainal
Art: Taina, Elf Kunst, Eulen Heulen

This one is dedicated to Cleopatra, queen of the Nile. One of the most famous women in history, known for her love affairs, beauty, and power. As long as I can think, her name has inspired me, but why actually?

People often refer to me as the pink Cleopatra, because of my hairstyle. This makes me happy because even if people don’t know about my connection to Egypt, they seem to feel it just from my look and of course it’s very flattering to be named in the same sentence as history’s prototype of the romantic femme fatale. Oh, I imagine how it must have felt to be in a room with this woman, to feel her aura of power and be blinded by her jewellery sparkling in the sun.

Cleopatra had love affairs with two of the most powerful men of her time. But there was a lot of tragedy in her life until she killed herself at the age of 39. To secure her throne, she had to kill a few of her family members. She waged war on Rome and ultimately lost it. Her life must have felt like a rollercoaster, up and down, a true rock-star life, with higher risks at stake than most of us, can imagine. Born into a powerful and wealthy family, a luxury lover, a beauty addict, and a capable ruler and educated woman, this girl rocked. Unlike in many other kingdoms at that time, in Egypt, the women had rights and with Cleopatra an icon to look up to.

In two years, I’ll be as old as her when she died, this star that shone bright and then disappeared. She must have known how to create an aura of magic around herself. I wish I could learn a thing or two from this outstanding woman and the last pharaoh that ruled Egypt. She may be long gone, but her name is still everything but covered in desert dust.

My outfit
Romper: Blackmilk, Jewellery: Evelyne-M, Shoes: Vintage

Pictures: Photorhead
Styling: Greta Schoop & Me

After a break in 2020, Jacqueline Loekito returned with a new collection this year in collab with Swiss Artist Tobias Gutmann. Both creatives spent a lot of time in bed with their newborn babies in 2020, which inspired them to create a collection that evokes childhood memories.

The collection is an expression of their hopes for the future of their children Aviel and Mina (Avina). The looks remind of different bugs and crocodiles in their shapes and colours. Silhouettes and prints come from the expressive drawings of Tobias and Jacqueline Loekito translated into fashion as an expression of love.

Inclusivity and pushing past gender norms have always been one of the main topics of Jacqueline Loekito. In this collection, she expresses this as well with her choice of models. “Everybody is a superstar,” said Jacqueline and cast a group of highly diverse people who could all be characters in an absolutely fabulous but crazy fairy tale or live together at Villa Villekulla.

As one of her muses, it was a great honour for me to be part of Avina and present a unique and wonderful haute couture look with a blue leather corsage and a green laced pencil skirt. Since quite a few of the models are already dear friends, this show felt indeed like a family gathering, and I was almost tempted to say we lived happily ever after, watching Aviel and Mina become the future queens of our fashion kingdom.

Pictures
@luciahunziker for @llhproductions

Earring

@studio.mercedes

Models

Daria, Miel, Edwin, Brandy, Svetlana, Fatima, Glenn, Brutus, Samantha, Dylan, Yves, Tobias, Rambo, Collin, Patric and Sara

Make up 

@n.v.y_beauty @ini_april @pendi_beauty_zone

Hair

Rubi, Nadya and Sherly

Teams in studio 

@meiliain @nabishabba @cocodereyes @baslermargrit and Victoria

Styling assistants 

@siliciumdioxid@nabishabba

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