Dress: Puane via Modanisa, Boots: Clarks, Jacket: Vero Milano, Glasses: Silhouette
Images by Julia Osipenko
I am a citizen of the world, known to all and to all a stranger.
Desiderius Erasmus Roterodamus
Rotterdam is inconsistent, irrelevant and impossible to emulate. It pulsates and it’s alive when it wants to be. It can also stop breathing rapidly only to watch you lose yourself in one of its charming streets.
As soon as you start feeling that Rotterdam looks vaguely familiar, it changes as though there is a hidden mechanism underneath that juxtapositions the walls, the houses, the canals and even the people. A genuine Rubik’s cube, never solved and never to be solved.
Sunglasses: c/o Felder Felder x Silhouette, Ring: Yunus and Eliza, Dress: Omar Mansoor, Sneakers: Nike, Bag: Chanel, Leather Jacket: c/o Vero Milano
Images by Rebecca Cofie
Designers want me to dress like Spring, in billowing things. I don’t feel like Spring. I feel like a warm red Autumn.
I was simply obsessed with the idea of wearing sneakers with a floaty silk dress. Because I am a true doer, I converted my fantasy into reality this LFW and rolled up in a demi couture gown by Omar Mansoor and my ombre red to burgundy Nikes.
I am yet to meet a fashion lover who isn’t partial to dresses which synchronise and dance with the wind. It doesn’t matter if you are shooting from the latest Nikon DSLR or from an old iPhone, they always look very magazine editorial-y. Of course, just an evening gown wouldn’t do, I needed an unexpected punch and the sneakers worked perfectly.
I wasn’t the only one who thought the outfit worked. I was lucky enough to get papped and end up being the street style cover girl on Yahoo Lifestyle. More in my press section.
Coat: Vintage, Shoes: c/o: Clarks, Sunglasses: c/o Felder Felder x Silhouette, Scarf: H&M, Denim: Diesel, Bag: Gianfranco Ferre
I always loved aesthetics. Not particularly fashion, but an idea of beauty.
It’s rarely that being practical is pillar of consideration for when devising your fashion week outfits. Because if you don’t have green, yellow, lilac, rainbow feathers in your hair clashing with an alien mask and crazy cat lady blue eye shadow plus red lipstick (unfortunately I saw it all), you will not command that much attention from the paps. Of course, if you don’t have your picture taken by circus freak hungry photographers, how will you be able to prove you were there at LFW?
I have witnessed a woman sellotaping her face in the restrooms of Somerset House, only to go out and gather herds of photographers and laugh-burst-holding iPhone owners snapping her “look” away. This instance confused me. There was I, thinking I’ll roll up looking my best and go see the shows. I assumed everyone would do the same but surely sellotape-face is not a fashionable, nay safe, look?
Thank goodness there is still fantastic fashion to be seen at LFW both on the catwalk and off. It saddens me though that late Halloweeners hog the photographers on a mission of capturing the wildest freak because a lot of the truly unique and stunning personal style doesn’t get into the papers or street style galleries, thus not in front of the eyes of the masses. That’s how London gets its experimental-edgy notoriety when in reality it’s much more diverse than that. I hope, if you haven’t already, you’ll pop by Somerset House and see exactly what I mean.