Rag&Bone

I’ll be living off fries and cokes from today on. Hunting and Collecting started a presale, and I can call myself officially broke after one visit. I should mention HAPPY though. I bought the gorgeous Rag&Bone blouse…silk+leather, and it all winds up to the nth number on the price tag. I wish I could buy more, I wish I could earn a million and not think about how much anything costs. But then...
Today my parents asked me what I want for Christmas, and I said that I don’t need anything because I have all I ever wanted…within the reasonable, but it’s true, even if it leaves me broke at times. The best way of getting all you want is being honest to yourself not wanting things you can’t get. You can laugh at this, but I made it work for me because I didn’t want to spend a worthless life chasing after a ghost. A lot of what we do is a product of someone’s marketing strategy anyways.

Rag&Bone shirt, Margiela joggers, ASOS bracelet, grey nailpolish Barry M

gold cold

The Topshop sweater is in. The postman did dump it in the middle of the street, but thanks to my vigilant dad the golden sweater is mine. It’s very oversized which I wouldn’t tell from the photos on the website…I think they stretch all their pictures so that the clothes would appear slimmer, but in reality this sweater is a lump. I got the Medium thinking that I’m not a skinny Brit but I’m floating inside it. Topshop it’s your lucky day – if you would have only known how much I love my sweaters to be oversized to a ridiculous proportion. The first Topshop buy I am actually keeping = progress.

for life

Three days ago I thought about moving my blog quietly to a new space, giving it a clean fresh look and writing about what I think frankly and ouvertly…well, there was just one thing that didn’t go according to the plan – moving it QUIETLY. But I guess it’s not a bad thing.
Today I feel dark, wintery and blurry. Trying to find a couple of images that can reflect the meaning of ‘dark’ I came across this amazing haircut. It’s not so far from reality though, I just need to wait a couple of months for my bangs to grow out and I’ll have the identical one happening on my head. Then I’ll be able to sleep on the train to work without pulling the hat over my eyes, and I’ll bump into strangers and start unnecessary conversations, and wear the sunglasses backwards so that no one can tell which way I’m going.

Drinking Glögg to keep warm….isn’t the most fantastic idea. It makes me feel like a tourist…or a drunkard…or both. ..but definitely not much of a Swede.
Well, that was a lyrical note.


image via Tumblr

Tim Van Steenbergen @Stijl

This is a window installation Tim Van Steenbergen made in the shop where I work. He published a book recently and we’re organizing a book-signing evening this Thursday at 6PM. I'm pretty curious to meet him.

gimme

It’s about time to start making lists for Santa full of expensive stuff I’ll never get. And tomorrow before work I’ll run to Zara to get that gorgeous satchel I posted about some days ago. Banal, I know.



images via Need Supply, net-a-porter, etsy.

snow

…where art thou? I want to stuff my face full and feel thee melting on my skin like last night’s kiss.

image via Tumblr.

Here Needs Love

Ready for some fringes and glitter?
Yesterday night was the 7th edition of High Needs Low, as usually converting the Congress train station into a club. I think it’s so typical for Brussels to use train stations for parties, we take ‘underground’ too literally, me thinks. I didn’t take any pictures of the dancefloor because with so many hipsters showing up this time the party atmosphere was very different from the previous editions. High Needs Low is evolving and is no longer a lo-fi selfmade production.
This time the High Needs Low crew collaborated with Hunting and Collecting, who in turn collaborated with Confetti System, hence all the fringy and glittery decorations in the lounge area (where I basically spent all night). I gave one of those piñatas to a friend for his birthday once, but we still don’t dare to look inside, even though it seems to have a hatch for all the confetti to go in. Well may be one day, when we’re roaring drunk, we’ll just grab a stick and smash it, and then glue all the confetti to the floor and make a permanent installation…which may look a bit like this:









The Confetti System duo + Hunting and Collecting duo.

The anatomy of a piñata powered by too many shots of Jagermeister. .. everyone had a go at it. FUN!