Happy Easter everybody! I bet you are all eggcited (sorry for the lame joke ) about the long weekend, colouring eggs and eating chocolate. I am so glad I can finally share this post with you because I barely couldn’t keep it to myself.

As a fan of the art of Jeff Koons, I was intrigued when I discovered shiny metallic chocolate bunnies at the shops that reminded me a lot of the work of the famous artist. Mister Koons had nothing to do with them, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the packaging designer of the bunnies was a fellow Koons lover and balloon dog fan.

When a giant version of the bunnies arrived at my local petrol station to make it look cheerful, I just knew I needed to get my fingers on one for a shoot.

I can’t say if the lady at the checkout had a clear idea of what we planned to do with her bunny, but I am grateful she lent it to us, and we brought it back safely. It must have been quite a view for the pedestrians when my photographer and I walked through the streets carrying this green long-eared giant. No fancy outfit could have topped the amount of surprised looks we got.

And here we are: Sara in metallic bunny land. I felt a little bit like a model in a Tim Walker shoot (yes I know it’s light years away, but still closer than I ever was) in my pastel rainbow dress and with a unicorn on my head. This is how Easter should be, yay!

“Are you ready for festival season?”, all fashion magazines and newsletters want to know as the evenings get slowly lighter. “Shut up” I hiss as an answer and feel the instant urge to turn my head.

I never went to a festival in my whole life. I avoid huge crowds of people on limited space, and (while I like music covers) I certainly don’t like to get covered in mud. I don’t like camping. Or rain. Or people acting silly while being drunk. And no, the fact that I am a music lover can’t make up for the disadvantages of festivals at all.

But well, have a look at my outfit: If I would wear wellies instead of flamingo heels, I’d be so so ready for the most colourful festival of the season. But maybe exactly this is the root why I don’t need festivals: I allow myself the liberty to dress up on a regular day. I don’t need an excuse to put on a flower crown and be a vision with rainbow pom poms and bright prints. Wearing an outfit like this makes me feel festive no matter if it’s Monday, Tuesday or any other day. It’s like having an unbirthday party, every day (including your birthday).

Glastonbury and Coachella we will never meet, I am (not) sorry. While Alexa Chung and Kate Moss get covered in mud, people will catch me humming a summer tune while I’m taking a stroll in my neighbourhood. That’s how I roll.

My Outfit:

Most people encourage you to blend in and be part of the majority, but there are a few who inspire you to be the most eccentric you possible. This post is dedicated to Diane Goldie, who is certainly one of the second kind and the designer of my skirt. I met the London artist, feminist, former puppeteer and maker of wearable art on the Spitalfields Market a while ago. There is no way I could have overseen this remarkable free spirit of a woman with her rainbow necklace, her arms full of bangles and her hair full of flowers.

From the first second, there was a bond between us, a certain kinship only found among fellow artistic, bold and quirky people. We queer ones don’t need a passport or an own country; one glance is sufficient to recognise our kind among millions of people.

So we talked like old friends about relationships, arts, fashion, politics and many other things. I was overwhelmed by the kindness and warmth emerging from this woman and soaked up her words. Diane embraces the awkward, the colourful and the diversity of people. “It’s ok to be just as you are” seems to be the universal message behind her words and they touched my soul. I wanted to evolve into an even brighter, more colourful version of myself and raise the flag of uniqueness high above my head.

Suddenly our encounter came to an end: Diane said she had to go home to her sewing machine. Only a few hours later my phone rang and a picture appeared on its screen, showing me this amazing skirt. She said she turned what she saw in me into a piece of fabric. And what a creation it was! Wearing it makes me a living and walking piece of art, signed with the name of Diane Goldie. Isn’t it a liberating thought not to confine art to museums, but to bring it out into the world, to make it part of our lives? I still have the spark of energy Diane passed on to me in my heart and I’ll keep it alive.

My Outfit:

While I look like a Carmen Miranda version for beginners (or intermediate if the beholder is generous with me) I don’t have an idea what to write and stare at the screen. A colour bomb, but no explosion of words. Oh hello, writers block, I thought I’d never see you at my doorstep, but after three and a half years of blogging you finally found me. You even brought a gift: An inexistent idea of a topic to chat about, how lovely!

Is anyone interested in the musings of a fashion blogger or are you just here for pretty pictures? Does somebody even realise if I just use dummy text? Let’s make a test: If you read this, comment with “pink poodle”. Anybody? Please, please, please. You’ll be my ultimate hero if you tell me what topics you’d be interested to read about here.

Until then, I continue my search for the words I lost: Does it help to make a handstand? Maybe I better don’t try, shame on unathletic me… Half a day later: I cooked some homemade tortellini, tidied up my flat and repotted plants. Still no single word is written on my blank page, but at least my home benefits from this misery. Can it be so difficult to find a few words? No novel with a 1000 pages required so come on Sara!

The next day: Must have fallen asleep while trying to write something and finally I give up. May the words reappear till the next post. Enjoy the colourful look in the meanwhile and appreciate that I talked rather visually than linguistically.

My Outfit:

I am the Scrooge McDuck of fashion. While Uncle Scrooge takes a bath in money, I feel the happiest diving into my wardrobe and hoard my textile treasures. Some not fashion people might say this is a waste of money. I disagree because it makes me so very happy. When Uncle Scrooge counts money, I count sequins. And I feel the dramatic need for more, constantly! Life is too short to spend it with cold metal, so I exchange it for soft fabrics.

But let me tell you another thing, like every coin has two sides, so do I: Sometimes even I feel an overdose of consumption and I am not all material girl. I take responsibility for our environment, think about what it means to have the things produced that I wear and buy a lot from small designers instead of big chains. I don’t want to waste resources and just buy what I cherish. A completely new look very often doesn’t need everything new, but just one key piece.

This is what I prove with this look. Everything in this look has already been in my wardrobe. Just the top is new: Sara Di Salvo’s (Hot Couture) mirror print shirt is a true game changer. Aren’t the sequin sleeves divine? They look like pure gold when all the sequins face the same direction. As soon as I discovered they were silver on the other side, I had to play with them. The disarranged structure I gave them for the pictures made me think of a very casual attempt on Alexander McQueen and his designs inspired by mysterious undersea creatures. Do you agree so, dear Uncle Scrooge?

I am very curious to hear your opinion about this look.

My Outfit:

Do you know that feeling when you put on a very special piece, and you just feel very beautiful immediately – closest to the feeling of being a goddess you ever get? While I don’t consider myself as more than average looking, this is what happened when I dressed for this look. The headdress is magic made by the talented hands of my beloved Pearls & Swine, and I fell head over heels for this kimono from Quiz Clothing.

I am playing with the tassels and love how they move in the wind. For once I am even wearing a black dress, do you see? But it wouldn’t be me if I wouldn’t have mixed it with a lot of colours and quirky accessories.

On days you don’t feel good at all, it’s a magical weapon to put on an outfit like this. It might change your day. It also inspired me to the spontaneous act of dying my hair lilac. I love the colour; the only disadvantage is that it turns rather blue when it fades. Because of this I’m going to return to my beloved pink very soon, but for today’s look the lilac was the final touch to add a mystical note to the look.

What do you think about this look lovelies?

My Outfit: 

Thanks to Quiz Clothing for the kimono.