
I hate the fact that - like most women - I have a lot of clothes in my wardrobe that I have never worn. And the fact that pisses me off the most is that the reason for not wearing a lot of these clothes isn't that they are too small, too large, too worn out or simply not in fashion anymore. In fact, I try not to buy clothes that will look dated in a year or two, and even if I fall in this trap once in while, I keep them and eventually I wear them again when the timing is right, with an ironic take or not. The reason I don't wear many of my clothes is that I simply don't have where to wear them. You see, my personal vice is clothes that are too lady-like or officey. Suitable for an imaginary super-chic parisienne around 30, working as a secretary in a posh law firm during the day and drinking champagne cocktails in fancy hotel bars most of her nights. Preferably escorted by a handsome man who opens the doors for her and whisks her away for romantic weekends. Reality check: This is soooo NOT my life. And, to tell you the truth I really don't mind. But, from time to time, I envy the wardrobe that goes with it. And not only to play dress-up alone, but to actually strut that stuff out of the house, onto the street and into the first posh hotel bar I can get my stiletos and french beret in. Bien sûr.
This is the first photo where I actually show my face. Ta-da!
The obligatory description:
- Grey woolen beret by H&M
- Green shirt with Peter-Pan collar by Zara
- High-waisted black pencil skirt by Mango
- Round-toe black pumps by Elisa Bit
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