Edita wears | In Georgia

Samoseli Pirveli

Kutaisi

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Kutaisi

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Kutaisi

samoseli pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

Samoseli Pirveli

It’s not often people say that they are casually off to Georgia. The first question I’d always have to answer after such a rare statement was: oh in America? That’s an odd first state to visit, most people opt for New York or California. It is at this point I’d say, no, the country. Embarrassingly, a lot of people didn’t know where it was, not to mention the culture, terrain, religion or anything at all about this gem of the Caucasus.

I am also not one to gloat about my geo-cultural wisdom. What I’ve known about the countries surrounding the Caucasus mountains my whole life has been mainly the skewed information I’d sponge in from Soviet era cinema, hello Кавказская пленница. I’ve known not much more apart from the fact that my mum has visited neighbouring Azerbaijan once. That’s where my prior knowledge ended.

Upon landing at 3am in Kutaisi we were greeted by a driver who delivered us straight to the hotel that I found via booking.com. The driver also knocked on the door the morning after, waking us up, stating – it was sight-seeing time. Btw, we didn’t ask for a guide, but seeing as we had nothing better planned, this was welcome. The hotel suite itself was so spacious. If it were London, it most likely would have been diced into 3-4 flats and sold off for stupidly high prices. But there was a sudden reminder that we’re definitely not in London, there was no hot water. Or heating. Mind, we came to visit in the middle of November – the temperatures reached 7 degrees on a good day.

A cold face wash after, we got into our driver’s car (aka complete stranger’s – as we are living dangerously) and sight-seeing we went. There are so many gorgeous monasteries in Georgia, they are so beautiful, it actually hurts. Georgians are very spiritual and religious (Georgian Christian Orthodox), so these stunning structures are very dear to them.

After our compulsory tour, we left the driver and went out to Palaty, a really cool hipster place serving modern and traditional Georgian food. Fair warning: If you are like me and salt is rarely added in your cooking, get ready to get a salt shock as every meal I tasted in Kutaisi was so salty it actually caused mental wounds, not rubbed them in. After an impromptu wine tasting session, we were ready to jump into a minivan to Tbilisi, the capital, where I was buzzing to meet a traditional couture dress designer and ask her millions of questions after seeing traditional Georgian clothing making its mark within street fashion.

I may have said minivan, Georgians call it marshrutka. It is a journey through a picturesque terrain and also back in time. I witnessed loads of stuff that was normal to my parents and grandparents but was totally alien to me. This included a pitstop serving only spirits and full on meat-heavy dishes instead of water and light refreshments, as well as a toilet facility with a lady rationing toilet tissue, and the actual loo cabins not really having walls or doors – more like knee-high borders. Cute.

As we reached the capital, the vibe of the city overwhelmed. A stunning muse to many a poet, singer and artist. While the hipster part of the city was omnipresent, Tbilisi was a sight to behold: parts of it extremely new, parts boasting soviet era futurism, and parts extremely dilapidated but still retaining a charm of grandeur that once was. Gorgeous in every respect.

While many travellers make a point to taste local cuisine, I make a point to immerse myself in local dress and fashion. Traditional Georgian clothing is not only stunning to look at, its meticulous tailoring makes the wearer feel at his or her best. Take the chokha, for instance. This is a wool coat with a structured neckline that was designed with special pockets for ammunition for Georgian warriors. You can see me wearing it with the embroidered head dress. While the ammunition is no longer carried in these elaborate pockets, they still serve as historical detail, a mark of heritage that Georgians enjoy displaying – and with good reason.

The brand that I collaborated with on this post is called Samoseli Pirveli, translated as The First Garment, which is a biblical reference to the Lost Son.

Ana, the designer of the brand (seen in the last two images), was kind enough to speak to me and tell me more about how the business kicked off. As with the majority of things that Georgians do, the brand started as a passion. It was the lust for knowledge and technique of recreating clothing that was once part of the country’s identity and a need to remind the nation just that. While in many countries folk dress has slowly morphed into a costume that some wear during folk dance and song, there are still true custodians of the craft and believers that traditional dress has a well-deserved place in modern fashion. As the brand grew, more and more people realised that they wanted their heritage to play a bigger part in their lives. This resulted in further expansion for the label with traditional bridal dresses getting more momentum than ever. Samoseli Pirveli now does both folkloric attire as well as modern garments and footwear stylised with a nod to folklore. It’s a heart warming business: Beautiful craftsmanship revived with care, attention to historic detail and made to order, so it is true haute couture.

While the embroidered head dress and a knee-length chokha are on my to-buy list for next time I am in Georgia (the outfit looks so good with a white shirt, classic Chanel bag and boyfriend jeans in my head), I also must share my second happy place in Tbilisi, and it’s the Dry Bridge Flea Market. You will find no shortage of interesting, quirky pieces as well as vintage jewellery that I may have over-indulged in. Other honourable mentions include Fabrika, aka mini Shoreditch, Cafe Leila, a lovely small vegetarian cafe with interior goals, and Ezo, a restaurant where you need to try the pork in apple sauce, honestly, it will be that meal the memory of which you will take home with you.

Thank you to all the lovely Georgians who met us with open arms and full wine glasses. This is a country full of beautiful people that will restore your faith in humanity in case the rat race caused you to lose it.

Edita wears | Aquae Sulis

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Dress: Vintage, Jacket: Vero Milano, Pumps: London Rebel, Scarf: Valentino
Images by Ahmed Fayed
Bath is one of those cities that has a different aura to it. It is unlike any city I have ever been to. It’s dancing to its own beat.

You have probably heard of Bath because of its natural springs and a number of spas; it’s interesting to know that these types of springs appear nowhere else in the UK.

Known to the ancient Romans as Aquae Sulis, Bath architecturally is truly unique. The city’s buildings have a healthy mix of Georgian aesthetic with an added Roman classicism.

Although quite small, you can walk around Bath forever. Circle after circle, you notice something new each time, starting to like elements you have felt indifferent about before. You discover yourself as you delve deeper into Aquae Sulis.

Cities that make you feel this way are definitely worth returning to.

Edita wears | Endless Fields

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Dress: Vintage via Beyond Retro, Jacket: Vero Milano, Sneakers: Nike, Sunglasses: Carrera (c/o SunglassesShop), Necklace: c/o Happiness Boutique
Images by Ahmed Fayed

My love for you is like a Florida sunset. Orange, coral, pink, and lavender, it exists to warm your heart through the inevitable darkness.
― Jarod Kintz

I didn’t think I’d ever wear Carrera sunnies. I thought they suited only my boyfriend, my father and of course David Gandy. And I was right. Up to this year. That’s when the brand completely changed its game plan and glued its sunnies on the likes of me, among many, many other colour-loving folk.

Thanks to Sunglasses-Shop who convinced me to give Carrera sunglasses a go, my entire sunglasses collection is covered in dust and cobwebs. This horrendous neglect is the result of my ridiculous obsession with these blue beauties. For you see, this season Carrera introduced interchangable sunnies: Inspired by a creative generation that loves to personalise their tablets and smartphones, the brand designed entirely customisable glasses. Red rim with yellow lenses? Ok. Cameo and blue? Sure, go crazy. I personally went for mint and turquoise frames – for the same unknown reason I always seem to go for turquoise and lapis lazuli jewellery.

Speaking of lapis lazuli jewellery (when am I not speaking of jewellery), I was so fortunate to stumble upon Happiness Boutique, an up-and-coming jewellery brand with a wholeheartedly fantastic company culture. These girls spend their free time making people on the streets of Berlin happy. When they are not pursuing this very noble cause, they are running a jewellery boutique that offers free shipping and a customer reward programme, if these sort of things are your cup of tea.

And here’s a final tip – if you are in London this summer, ditch the cramped tourist attractions and instead enjoy the calm surroundings of Mayfield Lavender Farm: it looks and smells like the most beautiful memories of your childhood. It just does.

Edita wears | On The Streets Of Berlin

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Dress: c/o Ghost, Shoes: Toga, Jacket: Zara, Bag: Chanel, Collar: Vintage Fox Fur and Amber
Images by: Rebecca Cofie

Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!
Ronald Reagan, Former President of the United States, speech at the Brandenburg Gate, 1987

And so they did.

I heard so many different points of view before going to Berlin. Some were praising the city, others were saying it was rather grimy. This made me very curious – what is the mystery behind the inconsistency of everyone’s memory of Berlin? Is it a Vienna kind of city or is it a Warsaw type?

That’s when I saw something that Jack Lang, former French culture minister, noted. He said: “Paris is always Paris and Berlin is never Berlin.” And that’s so true. If I come back in a year’s time, it will probably be a completely different experience – it’s constantly being constructed, reconstructed, deconstructed in a never ending circle. And that’s the beauty of Berlin – a city that’s buzzing yet isn’t as saturated as a beehive. A city that boasts memorable architecture but lacks in equivalents of the Eiffel Tower, the Notre Dame, the Big Ben.

In fact, the piece of architecture it is famous for is simply not there. And yet millions come year on year admiring this beautiful torn down nothingness.

Edita wears | A Time And Place for Lace

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Images: Ahmed Fayed

There was a time, there was a place
But there was fear inside
A witty line to save my face
A parachute of pride
To cross the line takes a tiny step
But will the spark cause the bridge to burn
My fear entwined with my regret
I beat a path for safe return

Above and Beyond feat Richard Bedford – Thing called love

Every now and again a change of scenery, however subtle, is necessary. Being on the Isle of Wight was a great cure and distraction to my increasingly breakable spirit. Fear and regret has this tendency to consume you every now and again but new experiences are a great tool of breaking this somewhat vicious cycle and paving a path for safe return to reality, to quote the lyrics above.

You’ve already seen all of the items I am wearing numerous times – I have an adoration of pieces that can be repurposed and look like never seen before gems, and spark questions such as is your wardrobe a bottomless pit? Sure it is, you just keep on thinking that.