Shirt: Episode (Amsterdam), Fedora: Boohoo, Jeans: H&M, Shoes: Clarks, Necklace: Bijou Brigitte (Verona)
Images by Ahmed Fayed
“I’m so tired of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other girls to play
For I’ve been a temptress too long
Just give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman”
Portishead – Glory box
Almost every day I find myself opening a wardrobe and reaching out for a shirt.
Pretty normal, huh?
But it is not my wardrobe that I seem to be opening, and it’s not my shirts I keep on subconsciously wanting to wear – they are my boyfriend’s. In this post, the previous one, as well as in a ton of others I am wearing clothes that are his, not mine.
There’s something comforting about how oversized they are, how beautifully sewn and masculine they are supposed to look. But when I wear them, the latter point goes vice versa. Another reason to be a woman in this glory box.
Bag, earrings and glasses: Chanel, Denim: Levi’s (c/o House of Fraser), Pumps: New Look, Necklace: c/o RosaRed, Pearls: Asos
Images by Ahmed Fayed
“I have often said that I wish I had invented blue jeans: The most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity – all I hope for in my clothes.”
Yves Saint Laurent
And so I walk in the park and gardens where Anne Boleyn used to walk. While the Tudors went on pleasant strolls in their finery and pearls, I go in double denim and let the pearls remain. In today’s terms, I am overdressed. I can’t decide whether that’s funny or sad.
Jacket: Vero Milano, Sunglasses: Prada, Boots: Clarks, Dress: H&M, Jewellery: Amrapali
“Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Coming back to London from beautiful Verona and its surroundings was a true test of will for me. Missing my flight and staying in that state of mind was a very alluring prospect. But then I thought, it’s not necessarily the place that made it special, it was the circumstance – a wedding of a friend so close, calling her a friend feels too distant.
Buying a ticket to Italy is easy, but buying a ticket to pure happiness is very hard. Especially because this state of bliss always has a time cap on it – why is it that we designed a life where human joy is temporary and the mundane is the norm?