I come from a wild party and walk through the rundown streets past ripped down posters and carelessly thrown away bottles and fast food boxes. The smell of smoke, dust and alcohol lies thick in the air like cheap excitement. Cars make their way through the street in a slightly aggressive way and their drivers feel as if they were the kings of the city. The sun tickles my skin, it’s a strange feeling after the dark of the club with my ears still full of the sound of shrieking guitars.

Don’t worry: In truth, I’m at home like everybody else. Just telling you the stories I imagined when I created this look. As soon as I spotted the blond afro wig I knew it would be part of a retro shooting, just like from a movie.

While the vintage look of the pictures is intended, the fact that people taking pictures outdoors feels like something from a time far away is a coincidence. Do you remember those photo booths with the black and white pictures that smelled like bad eggs when they came out? This one still works and I think it’s one of two still reminding ones in Zurich. Oh if I’d have spent my teenage years in this city, it would know all my stories!

On my knee socks, I have an illustration of Linda and Johnny Ramone, rock n’ roll’s most immortal couple. I am fascinated by the sweet love story between the fashion icon and her rock star. Unlike many other relationships in rock music, this one didn’t just burn bright and fade but was true and lasting love. They’ve been together for 20 years and I love their very retro-looking house full of cool stuff. From seeing their pictures I imagine they had a lot of wild parties there, maybe parties like the one I imagined today…

So here I am: Waiting till going outside is not vintage but the present again and dreaming of my eternal love story, just like Linda’s and Johnny’s: Full of glamour, clutter, but without an end.

My Outfit
Coat: Vintage Versace bought at Love at the Bus Stop, Shirt Dress: Vinti Andrews,
Socks: Linda and Johnny Ramone x Happy Socks, Shoes: Melissa,
Sunglasses: Anna Karin Karlsson bought at Götte Optik, Bag: Moschino, Scarf: Cléo Ferin Mercury,
Wig: Trinity Belle

Pictures: Marco Borromeo
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I’ve been sitting at my desk for almost two hours now, thinking about a topic to talk about. Right now I feel that I told you a hundred times about my love for rainbows and the effect colours have on our well-beeing. So for today, can we just stick to the fact that the look is the message?

I think most of you don’t come to my page for life advice or for poetic words, but to see pictures. So why don’t we just watch today and don’t talk? You know, like lovers who just met and are happy to just stare into the eyes of each other seeing the whole universe. Sometimes no words are required, an outfit is just an outfit and it’s good when it’s pretty, fluffy and colourful. If I manage to make the world 168 cm more beautiful, like a walking canvas, my mission is accomplished.

It’s not about what I tell you but about how the pictures make you feel. In the end, isn’t all about emotions in this world? At least I am and if I have to choose between logic and emotions I always trust my guts. This would make me a terrible mathematician, but it was never my aspiration to become one in the first place.

If I like an art piece, I might be able to explain to you why in a logical way or I might not. Somebody told me a while ago that love doesn’t need an explanation, it just is. I couldn’t agree more and think the same rule applies for fashion and art.

If it’s good, it just is and this look is a colourful rainbow. So take a few more glances till your eyes are charged with colours, leave me a smile and have a wonderful day. See you soon, maybe we’ll talk then, or continue to just stare at each others eyes.

My Outfit
Jacket: Vinti Andrews, Dress: CeliaB, Handbag: Gucci, Beret: Dolls Kill, Shoes: Zara,
Earrings: Baked by Lou, Flamingo Ring: Animazul, Heart Ring: Sara Gallo,
Green Ring: Miaki, Sunglasses: Mr. Boho, Tight: Fogal

Pictures: Marco Borromeo
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Wearing the print of the moment – dalmatian – makes me think about Cruella de Vil. Growing up in the 90s, Cruella was probably the first strong and independent female character I remember. She is lead by her desire for fashion (in her case an illegal fur coat) and liking her was a rebellious thing: She is not at all the kind of role model my parents wanted me to have. But as a grown-up woman, I must say I’m probably more Cruella then Disney princess.

Just like Cruella, fashion is my life and I’d not go over corpses (neither animal nor human) for my dream handbag, but it’s the fashion that excites me unlike anything else. Cruella’s short halted breath when she unwrapped her fur coat could as well be something I feel when I open a Moschino box. Unlike me, Cruella is a nasty woman, but what we have in common is independence in our actions and a strong will to make our dreams come true. Cruella (lucky her) found a partner who supports her in this, I am just a one-woman show, without even pets.

We are both the kind of woman that is rarely displayed in the media, I suspect it’s because we are uncomfortable and not living the life of a married woman, we take care of our wardrobe instead of screaming kids and laugh at the world when we have a new pair of shoes in our hands. This is not what earns a lot of applause: Even in our diverse society, I think the majority of people still appreciates women who go the classical way, get married, have kids and plant a tree with their husband. I often hear people admiring this kind of woman. But when did I ever hear somebody saying “Oh you independent women don’t have an easy life neither, you have to handle all by yourself and it’s so much you do”. Never, right? Yes exactly, that’s my point. Cruellas don’t get praise.

Lucky Cruella can be ok with that: She has her husband to go home to and her perfect coat, her world is at peace. I have, well…. A lot of fashion dreams in my closet but open the door to my apartment every day to find dark silence waiting there. If I want to have a surprise I have to work hard for it and then order it myself, if I mess up things I have to fix them, no knight ready to save me and nobody there to hug me when I cry at home after a frustrating day. This is what being independent means. But it also means everything I am and everything I achieved is here because of my own efforts.

I work at a design agency as a creative director 40+ hours a week, run my blog, organise shootings, edit my pictures, teach young graphic designers, go to the gym twice a week and attend a lot of events. I have friends I love to the moon and back and a big network of social contacts. I am happy with all the variety and excitement that this life I created has to offer and don’t take it for granted. Nevertheless, I feel frustrated too often about having dinner alone, about dragging home groceries and cursing my inability to carry heavy weights and about experiencing a wonderful full moon on my terrace and getting melancholic because I’d wish to share the experienced beauty so very much. But most of all I get sad that people rarely see that being alone doesn’t mean just daily party and no work.

Independence is a very ambivalent thing and if it’s love or hate can’t be answered by multiple-choice answers. Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m not. When not I might treat myself with a lavish gift and have that Cruella expression on my face when I open the box and just know: It’s all mine.

My Outfit
Dress: Trendyol from Zalando, Jacket: old, Belly bag: New Look from Zalando, Sunglasses: Le Specs, Earrings: Swarovski, Tights: Calzedonia, Shoes: Raid from Zalando,
Snake Ring: Animazul, Eye Ring: Swarovski (old)

Pictures: Marco Borromeo
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Two weeks ago was my birthday and I was terrified: All the beautiful plans I had for this day had disappeared and I wished the day would be crossed out of the calendar. It was my first birthday in a long time without me being in a relationship or having a date and I was afraid of this day turning into a sad and lonely occasion.

Sometimes, life changes faster than you can blink, consistency turns into chaos, what seemed to be granted is suddenly uncertain. Plans and promises burst like bubbles and it feels like what the world meant to you was just a wonderful distant dream. Being in a situation like this, I saw no reason to celebrate my birthday. What for? I’ve always been a person who loved to care for people in the family and in relationships, I defined myself a lot through this and therefore being alone tends to make me feel less myself. Do I have to celebrate myself if there is nobody? Isn’t that weird and pitiful and why is there nobody singing happy birthday for me? Don’t I deserve that?

I considered to just sleep the whole day and hopefully not wake up till it would be over. But a part of me never really gave in and arranged to see friends the whole week, dressed up and had a rebellious thought: Yes, this year you might not have a ten-course dinner in a fancy restaurant, nobody will surprise you with a sea of flowers, you will not receive pretty wrapped Gucci boxes or get hijacked to Disney Land. But guess what: It’s gonna be fine, you are so lucky and have the best friends in the world and you have yourself and all the things you reached all on your own. You are your own gift, nobody else’s! Saying so, I put on a bow, just for myself.

You are your own gift, nobody else’s!
Saying so, I put on a bow, just for myself.

Dressed in clothes I love and putting my chin up I faced the world, bringing together friends who didn’t know each other. I received a self-made vegan lemon cake, we played funny games, had Indonesian food and most of all: We enjoyed each other’s company, laughed and had fun. A warm feeling that made me feel so lucky filled my mind. Yes, I am single. Yes, nobody is madly in love with me, but that doesn’t make me worthless and I have a lot of love in my life from my friends. I feel very grateful for those wonderful and genuine people around me who care and are not scared of going out with a girl who might burst out into tears every now and then. What else do I want for my birthday?

Ok, maybe there was something little on top: So I went home with a smile on my face and bought myself a Moschino bag (sorry Gucci but this year you didn’t win). Because it’s important to treat yourself and I am worth that!

My Outfit
Shirt: Zara, Skirt: Devoi, Earrings: Swarovski, Belt: Moschino x H&M, Shoes: H&M,
Sunglasses: Gucci, Snake Ring: Animazul, Bracelet: Vintage, Headband: Zara, Handbag: Lulu Guinness
Nails: Diva Nail Studio

Pictures: Marco Borromeo
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