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Fashion Soul Sisters

Fashion Soul Sisters

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When it comes to inspiration, I've never really run short, especially if it’s shoes, fashion, or accessories that we’re talking about. And the desire some girls seem to have, to have exactly the same purse, heels and dress as their colleagues or friends has always struck me as odd. Where’s the charm in being identical? So I laughed my a**, ergh, heels off when I met up with BF Connie (who you know by now is a fashion wizard) and her Austrian friend Andrea:

All of us showed up with a little fluffy, furry (vintage) thingy, some statement jewellry (no sparkles no glory), and mixture of similar shades. As though we had all received the same briefing before, which of course, we hadn’t. You can probably imagine what our discussions were about too: an endless girl fashion talk without any full stops or commas (but a lot of exclamation marks indeed). Oh, and the odd "vintage" boyfriend theme of course, but uhm, that's so not exciting. Feel as though I’ve spent some hours in a washing machine, program fashion spin cycle, conditioner: 100% more inspiration. What a nice afternoon! If you will please excuse me now: have some serious shopping to do!

xxx

Today's shoes are Supertrash. Jimmy Choo, ASH

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Lost in Lisbon

Lost in Lisbon

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Two and a half men (aka boyfriend, Schöner Mann and I)

are running up and down Lisbon and are obsessed exploring
new things on every corner.
I’m obsessed too: finding this little almond tart which smiled at me so invitingly the other day, that I want to have it: NOW.
Totally concentrated on my mission I send the guys earlier to our meeting point,
trying to find the little “Pastelaria” on my own.

All very “la la la la la” taking a detour today’s picture, my “I am all Grace Kelly in “To Catch a Thief” (or cookie in that matter) -mood” turns quickly into another Hitchcock movie (less romantic) as I have to find out that I am totally lost in Lisbon. And alone.
The streets are getting smaller and shabbier, and the more locals are whistling and shouting at me in Portuguese the more I am panicking.

“Oh my god I will be in the news tomorrow, and it won’t be for my look ” I think,
and “Oh my god, the guys will be totally upset that I took so long” while frantically hopping over cobblestones trying to find my way back.

When I finally find them (short of breath and sweaty all over) they are calmly munching cheese and enjoy a beer in the sun.

Gotta love them.

xxx

P.S.: Todays shoes are ASH. They are ruined now.