|The weird one: It's even written on my chest today.|
|Having fun: A playful outfit puts me instantly into a cheerful mood.|
|Reflections: Clouds in my heart shaped glasses, yay!|
|Pizza anyone? Isn't this the cutest zipper ever?|
|Helping hands: Cute Barbie earrings.|
|Style Rule: Always match your outfit to the prettiest graffiti in town. Why not?|
|Kawaii: Posing like a Japanese girl and the purple fellow behind me.|
|Weird Barbie: Crazy for this cute crop top from Lazy Oaf.|
|Sweet high school: The knee-high tights makes the look even more girly.|
|Chunky sandals: Just buy the highest you can find. Did I succeed?|
I've been back for almost a month and still feeling the after-London-blues so much. I just wanna run to the airport in my highest heels and board the first plane to my beloved island. How could I leave the place where all the fun is happening? Missing the creativity, the open-mindedness and excitement.
With this shooting, I tried to capture a little bit of London-spirit: I was looking for the hugest graffitis I could find, reminding me a little bit of my favourite places in east London. Besides, nearly everything I wear comes from the UK. Especially for Lazy Oaf, the brand of my crop top and skirt, my love is never-ending. Sometimes I suspect their designer Gemma must be a secret spy in my fashion dreams, making one after one coming true.
If you were a green alien with blinking antennas on your head you wouldn't attract more attention than going out dressed like this over here. Not all the feedback is positive, but guess what: I don't care. I agree with them – Yes I am weird, so what's the point? It's even written on my chest in Barbie-style letters, no big news. Why is being weird something negative, can't you just see it as the opposite of being ordinary and boring? Next London flight already booked. Say hello to new inspiration for how to be weird and awesome!