With influences from Russia, Asia, the gaming culture, the alternative and cosplay subcultures, my style doesn’t fit into what most people consider a proper “eco” style at all. I want my outfits to mirror what I feel and think, and I feel and think a lot. Luckily, I don’t have to sacrifice my signature style — because not all ethical fashion looks the same these days. Bland and boring? That’s all past now.
And that’s why, today I want to invite you: come with me!
Let’s stroll through an autumnal park, read some exciting poetry, enjoy a cosy outfit (ideal for the warmer autumnal days)… and later change for a night out! 😉
Day To Night:
Two Slow Fashion Outfits…
“Komm in den totgesagten park und schau:
Der schimmer ferner lächelnder gestade.
Der reinen wolken unverhofftes blau
Erhellt die weiher und die bunten pfade.”
Stefan George
Jumpsuit (linen, tencel): LANIUS, summer 2019 collection press sample
Kicks: ETHLETIC, purchased in 2018
Belt: WOLFORD, purchased in 2013(-ish)
Knit: MUJI, purchased in 2018
“Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue”
John Keats
“Vive la brise, enfin, d’automne
Après tous ces simouns d’enfer,
La bonne brise qui nous donne
Ce sain premier frisson d’hiver !“
Paul Verlaine
“Осень. Древний уголок
Старых книг, одежд, оружья,
Где сокровищ каталог
Перелистывает стужа”
Борис Пастернак
“Die Blätter fallen, fallen wie von weit,
als welkten in den Himmeln ferne Gärten;
sie fallen mit verneinender Gebärde.
Und in den Nächten fällt die schwere Erde
aus allen Sternen in die Einsamkeit.
Wir alle fallen. Diese Hand da fällt.
Und sieh dir andre an: es ist in allen.
Und doch ist Einer, welcher dieses Fallen
unendlich sanft in seinen Händen hält.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
“Aimons-nous doucement. L’Amour dans sa guérite,
Ténébreux, embusqué, bande son arc fatal.
Je connais les engins de son vieil arsenal”
Charles Baudelaire
Necklace: ALCHEMY ENGLAND, purchased years ago
Merino v neck: KAPAIRA, a few seasons old
Leggings: WOLFORD, purchased years ago
“Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer’s unreturning track”
Christina Rossetti
End Of Chapter (to be continued)
