So I gotta admit, it is tempting to be a part of that distinguished fashion world. I miss wearing my maxi skirts and being cold because I was underdressed but stylish. This experience during London Fashion Week woke up my passion for fashion. And I didn’t forget why I stopped doing a style blog. But now I’m thinking that maybe there is a golden mean to it and I could easily reconcile my true fascination (that I had since I was a brat!) with the contempt for vanity, showing off, falseness and cheeky deals. I have a room full of clothes that I don’t wear anymore, it’s outrageous! Isn’t it time to change that and really be my true self?
Here’s the second part of my street style stories.