We Wear: Peachy

Coat: Topshop via Zalando // Jean jacket: Pretty little things // Peachy top: H&M // White shirt: H&M// Necklace: market in Porto // Faux suede skirt: H&M // Biker Boots: Rebecca Minkoff via Zalando // Totebag: TITI + THE GERMAN KID 

First of all: sorry for the messy hair. Seems it was bad-hair-Wednesday! And thank you Sofie for taking these pictures! We had 15 minutes to spare before our evening class so why not take advantage of those amiright. This outfit made me feel like the more rocky version of Cher from Clueless: faux suede skirt with pastel top and crisp white shirt combined with - my beloved - biker boots and slightly oversized jean jacket. I guess it's no wonder people still ask my ID when buying alcohol: I dress like a sixteen year old. I'm not ready yet to toss the "cutesy" style aside so for now I'll accept the fact people sometimes mistake me for a minor. I'll point out the wrinckles underneath my eyes next time that happens.

I'm posing here without my coat in some pictures but it was actually pretty cold and windy (hence the messy hair...) And an hour before these pictures were taken (and before I had to walk a kilometer to my car from work) hailstones were falling from the sky like crazy. Luckily it all cleared up and left us with a pretty amazing sky that unfortunately isn't very visible in these pictures. I'm so happy the days are getting longer already! Although I am still waiting for some snow...

We wear (and we think): Dark days

Tuesday night and I just sat down to write a blog post when I got sidetracked. Sidetracked by a TV show about the horror going on this weekend, aiming at finding answers. I was determined to 'just' write a blog post, without elaborating on the Paris attacks, also because I thought Lies basically articulated my opinion and feelings about it. But as I find myself getting sidetracked and distracted a lot these past days, it shouldn't come as a surprise that my resolution to blabber on about an outfit was destined to fail. After deleting nonsense sentence after sentence, I got to this point which is a weird and off combination of an outfit and being saddened to such a deep level for all of the victims and their families and friends.

I know similar attacks have happened and will happen again in other parts of the world that the Western media seem to overlook. It's not at all that that's not important, it's just that this attack hits so close to home. Not only in the literal sense as Paris really is just a car drive away, but also because it is so identifiable. I am those victims, my friends are those victims: We are the people that go out on a Friday night, grabbing a bit, going to a concert, having fun. It's less identifiable when the victims are at a local market in a foreign country we can't begin to image, but by all means, it's just as sad. It's a clear sign that we as a people, as the human race, need to better. And it's about time too.