Sunday, 26 April 2009

Fashion victim

The Selected Femme/Homme store opened in Helsinki this past Thursday. They have advertised very aggressively since the beginning of the year, and most Finnish fashion magazines have been full of all sorts of cool Selected items, but there was nowhere to buy them in Helsinki (apart from Stockmann, but they have a ridiculously small selection). This picture in particular had been haunting me (and several others, I am sure) for ages:

Those paillette leggings. I have seen them in almost every single Finnish fashion magazine for the past four months. I haven't dared to check how many bloggers have featured them already. Then came Thursday, I walked past the store, saw the leggings in the window, and oh well, I wanted them.

Saturday, 25 April 2009

Spring, finally!

I must have mentioned at some point, somewhere, that I love spring. Hmm, I wonder why that statement sounds so obvious..?

I have been kind of busy with work, and despite the multitude of bright mornings and luminous evenings, I have felt as if I did not have the time nor the chance to post more often... which is not true, really. I have just been lazy, or preoccupied with inventory (which is a never-ending story). Here are a couple of outfit pictures from the past week.

Thursday, 16 April 2009

Girls, boys and their shadows

I apologise for rambling on and on about my haircut and the style dilemmas that have followed since. Almost exactly one year ago I was forced to have my hair cut short after a really bad dyeing incident, but back then I didn't have the need to change or question anything else. My hair was ruined, it needed to go. That felt drastic enough. I don't know what is different this time. Perhaps the fact that the haircut was inspired by Sam Riley and not Mia Farrow has something to do with it. Not that it should matter whose head the hairstyle was on, not to mention which sex that someone represented, but I have a feeling that it might have been the deciding factor in this case.

For the longest time I hid behind my hair. I felt that my long hair (it was down to my waist) was the one thing that made me feminine. I often felt too tall, too thin and too clumsy growing up, and always envied the girls in my class who had curves, and well, who really looked like girls. A friend once glanced over her shoulder, with me walking behind her, and without thinking said "sheesh, for a while I thought you were some random guy". Not that I even really looked like a boy, but to an insecure 14-year-old, the remark stuck for a long time. I started wearing my hair down more, and got acquainted with the wonderful world of make-up and high heels, in order to feel more like a woman.

When I started modeling at the relatively late age of 19, I always wondered why the jobs I got were all about making me look androgyne, or like an alien. I was always given either the clean look with no make-up whatsoever, or the totally crazy look with insane, tangled up hair and Blade Runner eyes... yes, believe it or not, this is me, back in 1999, in some random Austrian fashion magazine:

The few traditional beauty shoots I had never really felt right; not to me nor the client, I think. I learned about the strenghts and the weaknesses of my look as time went on, and somewhere in the middle of my brief career I recognised the types of looks that were right for me and that I was good at: a little weird, a little awkward, never pretty in the traditional sense, but still captivating. Most importantly, the look I was good at had nothing to do with sex. It was all about a blur, a mix of rough and soft, the undefinable.

These days it makes me a little sad to watch the make-over episodes of America's Next Top Model. The girls don't know themselves or their own looks enough to realise that a top hair stylist giving you cropped hair is the biggest compliment ever. I sometimes wonder how I would have reacted ten years ago if my booker had made me have short hair. I more often wonder why he didn't. Perhaps he could tell that I was not ready for it emotionally. Perhaps he knew that I would have cracked and lost the little self-esteem I had back then, just like so many ANTM contestants do. Despite the fact that I knew what I was good at, I was still grasping straws because I did not fully accept the way I looked.

Needless to say, my career never really took off. I was too old by the time I was any good, and I wanted to study more than spend any more time strugging from one casting to the next. The modeling world is harsh, but I think in the end it made me appreciate the way I look. It helped me find my inner quirk, and it eventually made me give up wanting to look like someone else. A defining moment for me was arriving at my last ever photo shoot in London, and have the make-up artist say "you don't need make-up, you already have the look you need for this shoot, which is to look like you". I have never had to think twice since.

Fast-forward to the current haircut issue: I guess what I am trying to say is that with the new haircut I am now physically going through those valuable lessons I learned in the end of my modeling career. Okay, I might still struggle to get my outfits together, but the past week has made me realise once more that I am happy inside my own skin, be it boyish or girlish, or both.

The editorial photos are from Citizen K and Velvet. This is what I wore today:

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

I can't think of a title

I have really gotten into playing with boyish shapes, and for whatever reason, the more boyish I look, the more feminine I feel. That has to be a good thing! It is interesting how these things go; our perceptions of sex and gender. They can be the strongest thing of all, but lucid all the same.

I have been feverishly reading Anna Karenina. I wish I could spend more time with books, and I wish I had more time to reflect on the things I read.

Saturday, 11 April 2009

Happy Easter

Happy Easter, everyone!

Friday, 10 April 2009

Back to the beginning

I am no longer panicking about my new haircut vs my clothes. I am actually feeling rather refreshed, and leaning on the more androgyne side of my style sense for a change. Since I had the haircut, the clothing inventory has become really easy, but sadly, not on all fronts.

In one of my first entries for this blog I wrote about shoes, or more precicely, about the difficulty of getting rid of them. I love shoes. There was a time when I probably had more than 100 pairs. The key to my clothing inventory has been to get rid of the items that a) I no longer even remember having, b) don't fit me, and c) don't make me feel giddy inside. (Right now I feel like tossing aside 85% of the contents of my wardrobe.)

When it comes to shoes the process feels a lot trickier. I remember every single of pair of shoes I have ever purchased. I love certain shoes even if they don't fit me, which leads to me feeling giddy inside about almost every single pair that I own. In my first shoe post over a year ago, these were the shoes I was contemplating on selling, but didn't:

The pink kgs by Kurt Geiger I have never worn outside of my own home because they are impossible to walk in. The blue ones I wore a lot circa 1998, and they have sentimental value despite the fact that they are so late 1990s that it is not even funny, not to mention that back in the day I found it fun to toiter along in impossible shoes that give no support to my feet. That is no longer the case, really, but what am I supposed to do with them now?

A year ago I also mentioned these:

These platform heeled Morgans are actually relatively comfortable, but I am close to 6"4 in them. Not that I mind being tall, and I do think they are really cool shoes, but after 5 years of having had them, one would think that I should have worn them more than once, right? Or what about these:

These really cheap ankle boots are from DinSko, and despite the fact that they are poor quality, they are actually sort of comfortable. I have only worn them a handful of times though, because I have other ankle boots that are either more comfortable, or simply cooler. And don't even get me started on the myriad selection of vintage shoes that I have. Take these for example:

These suede shoes are something I have never seen before. They are really comfortable, and I love the buckles, but they somehow scream "grandmother" in a way that I have not managed to wear them in public once. I simply cannot build an outfit around them. Or what about these ones:

The ones on the left are a half a size too big, but I keep thinking that perhaps I could wear them with thicker stockings. The ones in the middle are a half a size too small, but I keep thinking that my feet will magically shrink one day. The ones on the right are the right size, but the shape is a little off and the fit is just not right for me. Considering that I will most likely walk around in brogues for the following 5 months as I did last summer, should I just get rid of them all..? What should I do?

Monday, 6 April 2009


As I wrote in my previous post, I had a haircut last week. I love the hair, I really do, but it is causing me style problems. My clothes don't seem to fit it! I stood in front of my wardrobe for about 15 minutes this morning, trying to figure out what to wear. The outfits I came up with were nice, but they just didn't go with my hair. I felt like I ended up looking like a 1980s East German athlete in everything. The following outfit is not what I ended up wearing (the one I went for was way worse), but perhaps you see what I am getting at:

I feel like there is some serious wardrobe-revamping to be done.

These photos are from Dealer de Luxe issue 18. The editorial is called Le Fauteuil, the photos are by Fabrice Mabillot, and styling by Muriel Quoix.

Wednesday, 1 April 2009

About a Boy

This is how I looked this morning. I was happy to re-discover my cocoa-colour Karl Lagerfeld for H&M dress, I hadn't worn it in ages. (I still think Lagerfeld's H&M collaboration has been the only one worth while.)

Anywhoo... Ever since I saw Control a month and a half ago, I have been obsessing about Sam Riley's haircut - and listening to Atmosphere on repeat.

Then I saw this picture in Dealer de Luxe's Dec-Jan-Feb issue. (White Corridor, photos by Valerie Archeno, styling by CĂ©line De Salva)

It was so obvious that I had to have that haircut. Here's the end result: