Oh Fuzz!

I think we got Uncle Karl to thank for this one.

After sending down sasquatch-esque fuzz-covered models down Chanel runways earlier this year… The material has been slapped onto dozens of designs from bags to shoes to hats to coats.

Rachel

Rachel (above) and Abbey Lee Kerkshaw (below) show us how to pull off the fuzz jacket. And I am TOTALLY crushing their styles.

Abbey Lee Kerkshaw

But like I mentioned to Jo over beers the other night, pretty as this trend is. I feel kinda sad for the poor animal that became a coat. /:

If it’s synthetic, by all means!

(Photo credits: Stockholm Street Style)

Dusk to Dust

When my boyfriend showed me these photos he took while walking around Stockholm Central, we (or rather, I) gushed over the cute girl on the right – from her rounded bob, oversized collar, high-waist pants, how she rolled up her cuff and hems, the feather in her hair, her peep-toe slingback sandals that kinda remind me of my childhood pair…

When I was uploading and reviewing our photos, I was thinking.. all she’s wearing is brown! wow. And she doesn’t look like soil. She’s kinda like a vintage pocahontas, if that makes any sense.

Then I was editing the pictures and piecing them together for this post, and it just occurred to me that the lady beside her is drowning in blue. Top-to-toe. Neck-to-shin. Her kid. His stroller. I like her scarf, the length of her sleeves, her blunt bangs and blunt locks, her A-line skirt and her matchy-matchy son.

Isn’t the mark of wearing an all-over single colour well, the fact that people don’t notice it?

Alright you may say, vary tone, vary shade, vary texture, but I feel like I need guidance and tuition to pull off whole non-black looks like those two. I fear looking like a dirty fox beside a pool of muddy water in soil.

Photos by my boyfriend.

Stockholm Syndrome


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.