Dress: Ghost (Similar Here), Pumps: Clarks, Hat: ASOS
Photography: Tina Muller
The dress that I am wearing is by one of the loveliest brands out there called Ghost. Their dresses are genuinely addicting (I bought three, so no #spon here). This specific one had to be in my wardrobe. After watching Winchester
(2018), I was inspired by the beautiful authentic detail in the movie. This of course meant that I got obsessed with Victoriana style and wanted to do a modern take on it, hence the photoshoot.
Having said that, the Victorian era was rather interesting in the UK. I wanted to share some of the very buttoned-up insights I found while obsessing over everything that is to do with the Victorian period (1837-1901). By the way, there are tons more! I mean TONS. Considering that I wearing head to toe black, I decided to look at the darker facts from the era.
- Mourning Jewellery: Queen Victoria made mourning not only fashionable but also a lucrative business. The Widow of Windsor as some called her was known for (among other things) mourning her husband’s passing for forty years. That’s forty years of trying to avoid public appearances and wearing exclusively black. Following in the country’s leader’s footsteps, the savvy businessmen saw a gap in the market. If mourning is a thing: we will capitalise on it, they thought. And so, mourning attire, mourning jewellery was widely popular. By the way, if you pop to an antique shop or two, you still might be able to find mourning jewellery worn by women of the Victorian era.
- Spiritualism: Oh yes, seances were considered a cool leisure activity. Imagine a dark room, a circular table, people holding hands while a medium attempts to speak to those who are no longer with us. I am no expert in ghosts or mediums, but I know for a fact that charlatans had tons of success during the Victorian era. After all, a person who lost a loved one would do anything to feel they are still there. Hello emotional exploitation.
- Curiosities: People LOVED weird things. From collecting unique items, ie a brain in a jar, in their “cabinets of curiosities” to side shows or freak shows, people loved a bit of a shock here and there – only a little though, as society life was rigorously controlled, so enjoy it too much and you will be judged and shunned.
- Death Photography: Pink once sang, “In our family portrait we look pretty happy, Let’s play pretend, act like it goes naturally”. In the Victorian era they’d sing a slightly different song. Death photography was quite fashionable. This meant staging a scene where a dead family member would look alive and sit or stand among his or her relatives. Or look like they are sleeping, or just you know… Chilling. The creepy thing? No matter how well a photo was staged, you’d always know who the dead one was.
- Horror Literature: Hello Dracula, Frankenstein, The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde – among many more goodies were penned in this era.
Do you know any other dark facts about the Victorian era?
Dress: H&M, Heels: Clarks, Bag: Cavalli
Images: Tina Muller
Let’s get right into this. Apparently, my personality does not correspond with my appearance. How do I know this?
Because I often hear this sentence: Oh? But you don’t look like someone who’d like that.
It’s interesting that I’d have to look a certain way to be into the stuff that I am into. I’ll let you be the judge.
Does The Girl in the Pictures Above Look Like Someone Who:
- Loves horror movies. This is my favourite movie genre. Ain’t nobody got time for rom-coms, it’s hauntings or slashers that I add to my must-watch list.
- Watches serial killer documentaries & listens to true crime podcasts. I probably watched them all. The psychology behind these is so fascinating, Can’t stop, won’t stop.
- Listens to Pink Floyd, Aphex Twin, King Crimson, Tool, Moonspell, Cult of Luna among some dad rock bands. Yes, that is the music I love. I think I’d feel way more at home at a metal festival, rather than a mainstream one.
- Laughs all the time, to a point that my cheeks get numb and I need to massage them to regain control over those facial muscles. This is something that a lot of people get really surprised about when they meet me in real life. I am told I look a bit aloof on photos. I guess I am a true-life Jekyll and Hyde. Or Victoria Beckham.
- Can watch Scooby Doo cartoons all day. Sounds like my fave kinda day.
Has anyone ever said this to you? If so, what do you get up to that’s soo not consistent with your appearance?
Dress: Sonia Rykiel, Tights: Heist, Brooch: Felix Bendish, Backpack: Moschino, Boots: Clarks, Coat: Zara, Hat: H! Henry Holland
Images by Maria Deipenbrock
Black is modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy — but mysterious. But above all black says this: I don’t bother you — don’t bother me.
Sometimes I just want to wear black with no splash of colour. The blacker, the better. Perhaps it’s the Autumn blues or it may be an attempt to emulate the lengthier nights through my appearence.
Speaking of wearing black, I’d like to introduce you to Heist, probably the most haute tights that I have ever worn.
Their genius starts with the advertising and packaging, continues through the product and doesn’t really end. I literally went shopping for more dresses just to have an extra excuse to wear a pair of Heists. I wish I was joking or trying desperately to plug a product but this genuinely happened. I am spending my Autumn hooked on Heist.
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.
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?