Last week, work sent me to Rome for a conference. They were so sweet to send me there and so cruel to just give me one night at the eternal city.
I loved it. I’m really looking at my options as to how I could possibly manage to move there for six months or a year. I could say that at this point in life, it is my dream.
Just a quick post to show you this nice outfit I spotted on the street this morning on my way to work. Weather in the village (aka Brussels) definitely calls for bundling up!!!
The October edition.
Anthropologie is one of this brands that did not exist where I grew up. And do not exist in the village (aka Brussels). And did not know of when I lived in London (don’t ask me why).
But it is definitely one I’ve learnt to love and visit as often as I can, most recently during my trip to New Orleans, where autumn clothes look good but feel just a little bit too warm.
Now thaat we have a proper fallin Europe, and coats and knits are starting to make their appearance in our closets bit by bit, I went back to Anthropologie to look for warm colours that mix perfectly with autumn leaves.
I have to admit, surely but slowly I’m getting into a romantic mood, which is a pleasant surprise for me. For usually when the weather changes, melancholy gets to me more than anything else.
I’m gonna say something really cheesy now but life has taught me that it is really true what they say: in order for something new to come to our life, we have to make space. And this is done only by leaving something else behind.
Two shaky pictures, so full of style though….
I wouldn’t mind dressing up like these two gentlemen, as I believe no woman would mind their guy dressing up like that.
Refreshing to see style in the streets of the village (aka Brussels) – can’t say it happens that often…let alone with guys! I love the hat on the first pic, the backpack on the second, the jackets on both pictures – a tweed jacket is such a great staple for when autumn comes!!!!
I see many of my girl-friends do the shopping for their guys. I also see them picking up what they should wear every day, pointing out that their shirt has a huge stain on it, or that the pants they’re wearing do not fit them well. I do not know if we are more vain as a species or it just comes down to aesthetics…but I do know that these two looked great.
Merci les mecs :)
I’ve never held The New Yorker. I don’t know what it feels like, if it’s big or small, if its pages are shiny or made our of recycled paper.
I know though that I love the layout of its website, I find it to be so clean, somehow “fit” for the purpose of pleasant reading.
I love the cartoons as well – I even have one hanging on the wall behind me in my office.
I love how the featured stories are long, novel-like.
And I love how they have been publishing fashion stories from their archives – I find them a tremendous source of inspiration.
It’s funny to see that because of the digital age we have experienced more change in the last 10 years (from when Tavi was an up-and-coming blogger), than in the last 80 (from when Coco Chanel was trying to start a fashion revolution).
I know that posts without pictures are not really that popular, but I would really like everyone to take some time and read these amazing pieces :)
(No I’m not talking about this, although I would definitely do if I had a music blog.)
When I lived in London I used to see models quite often: on the street, next to you in Topshop or Wagamama, at Notting Hill and Soho (Shoreditch was not yet on the map of cool places).
In the village (aka Brussels), it is quite uncommon. It might even be the first time I saw one yesterday on my way back from work. The girl might not even have been a model, but she looked perfect, her hair was absolutely great and she carried this tiny Chanel bag that actually caught my eye at the beginning.