Multi-wear top/dress/tunic, from Baylene. Asymmetrical draped cardigan, from COS. Leggings, from Topshop.
I rarely had outfits nice enough to warrant any attention while I was travelling. This was one of those days I decided to look a little more than drab… cos I was in Stockholm. Isn’t that reason enough? Can’t look like a sartorial fail beyond-repair with everyone else looking like they were a post ripped off The Sartorialist or Face Hunter.
For those of you who might have come across the title of this post before – yes it’s a song by Muse, but also a real paradoxical psychological phenomenon that you can read up on wiki. No, it doesn’t actually refer to the psychological phenomenon of wanting to dress better when in Stockholm.
Photo by my boyfriend.