It's absolutely not an attempt to be "streetstyle photographer" but I liked the way she got the Bohemian style right.
Showing posts with label peoplewatching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peoplewatching. Show all posts
8/4/12
Relaxed but considered Bohemian
It's absolutely not an attempt to be "streetstyle photographer" but I liked the way she got the Bohemian style right.
7/25/12
Sale Newbie
It was one of those things that had me questioning "do I really need *yet another* leather/suede jacket?", and then I saw the price and I was "yep, for that price I do".
This one is from the Zara Utrecht. Zara is spread throughout Holland these days but I like Utrecht for fashionista & pretend-to-be fashionista spotting. Amsterdam can be quite mix-match with tourists & some fash/pretend-fash but Utrecht often gets a lot of the highheeled damsels who seem to have stepped of the fashionblog screens.
It has that vintage quality without being the overused-vintage idea some vintage can have. I love vintage as well, as long as it's quite fresh...And the fringes? Delightfully bohemian.
This one is from the Zara Utrecht. Zara is spread throughout Holland these days but I like Utrecht for fashionista & pretend-to-be fashionista spotting. Amsterdam can be quite mix-match with tourists & some fash/pretend-fash but Utrecht often gets a lot of the highheeled damsels who seem to have stepped of the fashionblog screens.
It has that vintage quality without being the overused-vintage idea some vintage can have. I love vintage as well, as long as it's quite fresh...And the fringes? Delightfully bohemian.
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7/21/12
Festival: Benicassim
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| pretty in toile dress & tropical jumpsuit |
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| my pretty tent |
| I'm not good at the herring thingy |
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| drying my fake-dipdye after a shower |
| drying the 'We are Handsome' |
| concert 1st night |
Going to a festival close to the beach was one of those things I had on my wishlist before-I-reach-a-specific-age. Truth is, I felt already too old or sometimes too young for this thingy (maturity comes in different forms and lacks sometimes too).
Instead of the beach (a walk too long on my high-heel tarnished feet) I was able to dwell in my inner-childhood by going to a water-amusementpark. I stayed at the festival for one day and a night and left the day after. It was quite the experience and I was reminded why I prefer hotel rooms over tents, and experienced for the first time why longer-day festivals aren't really my piece of cake.
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