there’s a version of me, let’s call her pre-Copenhagen me, I think about her a lot. her “sorry, quick question” before EVERY question. her “I just think, maybe, possibly” before every opinion. I would rather die than admit i wanted something.

I used to think i was just really polite (and witty ! )

It’s self deprecation as a crutch.

I guess I’ve learned (and maybe this is common knowledge idk) many people spend a lot of time making what they do sound incredibly complex and difficult and waaaay beyond something you could ever understand !!! the truth is though, most things are not so complex that you cannot learn them.

And still so many friends and young women smart and capable, spend way too long sabotaging ourselves with habits so small, so socially acceptable, so polite and lovely and kind, that we don’t even notice them as a problem.

I did all of them. & old habits die hard so I probably still do a lot of these. anyways, the point is I’ve had many humbling moments so I’m handing you the list I wish someone had handed me. or probably better, should of screamed at me.

number one: the pre apology

“so sorry, this might be a dumb question, but” and then it’s never a dumb question. why do we do this. even within a conversational space we need this big disclaimer. it conditions everyone in the room to treat your input as unimportant before you’ve even said it.

number two: pick me. choose me. but don’t perceive me.

I’ll tell you right now. life moves fast and nobody is coming to discover you. back yourself. you have to tell people what you did. out loud. and without a joke to soften it.

number three: doing it for the love of the game

idk why for so many years I thought caring about an art and caring about money were mutually exclusive?? wanting to be paid fairly or make a profit made the work less pure. less creative?? btw it doesn’t. caring about the money is not a betrayal of the art. its how you get to keep making it.

number four: softening everything Into a question

“should we maybe try it this way?” when what you mean is “we should do it this way.” “I could be wrong but” when you are, in fact, not wrong. I catch myself doing this a lottt. it’s not always a bad thing. sometimes it’s nice to be nice. it’s also nice to have a strong opinion.

number five: closed mouths don’t get fed

“what do you want” was a genuinely difficult question for me to answer honestly. I’d ask for less than I needed, frame it as “whatever works,” then feel awful when I got exactly what I asked for which was, in fairness, not very much. if you ask small, you get small. Nobody is going to round up on your behalf.

None of these habits made me a bad person. (and if you saw yourself in them, they don’t make you a bad person) if anything, they made me a considerate one, maybe too considerate, considerate of everyone except myself. But considerate doesn’t get you taken seriously. I’m not saying become insufferable. I’m saying let go of the crutch.

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I chose to study Law. I recommend not choosing a university degree on the reasoning it sounds impressive.

I completed my studies but a combination of Covid, confusion, and no burning passion for the field left me with little desire to work in a law firm. Instead, I chose to runaway to another country. Woohooo. I’m freeeee.

High on adrenaline of my new life in Spain, I could be anyone I wanted, DO anything I wanted. The world was my oyster. But I was still me. And I couldn’t make a decision to save myself.

I needed money to survive, so I got a job working in hospitality. “A few months” I told myself and I would figure it out.

If you’ve ever worked in hospitality you know, it slowly drains the life out of you. Daily interactions with people from all walks of life. the good, the bad, and the very questionable. As a result this made me extremely patient and very good with people. I stayed at that job way too long. Like years. All because I couldn’t make a decision.

I convinced myself I had taken the wrong path, it was too messy to start over. I couldn’t see how I could start over. What did I even want to do?? I had distracted myself for so long, no focus on my future because I hadn’t taken the time to THINK. I knew what I didn’t want to do, but not quite what I did.

It takes really looking at yourself, looking at your life, who you are, what makes you YOU to understand what you like. I spent a great deal of time avoiding myself. Eventually you must sit down and look at who you are. Not necessarily what job you want, but who do you want to be? What do they do for fun? What time do they wake up? What does their circle look like? little things. How do you want to show up in the world. I want to tattoo this across my forehead, ACTION IS EVERYTHING. Your daily habits reveal who you are.

As a creature of habit, I moved country again. This time with a plan.

I got an internship (you can read about how I did that here). You can convince yourself you lack talent, you don’t have connections, too little experience. please allow yourself to try. get rid of this idea of the right path. you are on YOUR path and YOU can change direction.

I didn’t get offered a job at that internship.

Cry. Panic. Stress. Regroup. I got a job in retail. But, this time with a plan. Do not let these “too creative for a 9-5” people convince you that you are below a ‘normal’ job, get your money up. This is real life. I kept applying to jobs.

rejection email or literally being ghosted by a company. pick your poison. you have to endure it, I had a plan and I was sticking to it.

I’m. getting. a. job. in. marketing.

Then one day, I’m sat outside drinking my morning coffee and I get a phone call. Unknown number. Hmmm probably another spam call, but something told me to pick it up anyway.

“Hi this is [blank] from [extremely cool company that I really want to work at], I’m calling about an influencer marketing position you applied for. Do you have 15 minutes to chat?”

I nearly choked on my oat milk espresso.

One phone call. Two interviews. I got hired. Not through connections, not through years of experience but a willingness to take a chance on myself. You can really do whatever you set your mind to. It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but you. but PLEASE TRY THINGS. love you guys.

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This past week I have been conducting field research from the bike lane, which is just a fancy way of saying almost crashing because I’m staring at what everyone is wearing. (can we also take a second to applaud that I’ve learned to ride a bike ehehehe)

no one is as cool as a Copenhagen girl on her bicycle in the middle of June.

• Her hair hasn’t been brushed in days. A claw clips, butterfly clips, a single hair pin doing the work of God, it doesn't matter. Whatever didn't make it into the clip is blowing freely behind her and she's not fixing it when she gets there. She probably never fixes it.

• Her tote bag is load-bearing. Groceries, a yoga mat, what appears to be an entire duvet? The handles are at their absolute limit. She is unbothered.

• Jorts have completed their redemption arc. Worn by a woman on a Dutch bike with a Silfen crossbody bag and the general aura of someone who has her life more together than you do. The jean short is either the size of a belt or 3/4 length. No in between.

• Flannel shirts are being worn as if it is not 29 degrees outside, tied around waists, thrown over shoulders, or buttoned exactly once.

• The flip flop is the only appropriate footwear. Not a sandal. Not a slide. A flip flop. Worn with the certainty of someone who has never once worried about their foot getting stuck on the pedal.

• Someone is always on their phone. Just absolutely destroying safety regulations, no shame, full eye contact with their Spotify playlist. She won’t even wobble and, she knows it.

• Linen in every iteration. Linen as a rejection of effort that somehow requires a great deal of effort. There is a woman somewhere in Nørrebro ironing her linen shirt and I respect her deeply.

• Big sunglasses. Behind them: anything. A hangover. A hard week. Pure joy. The total absence of eye contact on Dronning Louises Bro is a spiritual experience.

• Tank tops have replaced the concept of getting dressed. A good tank top, is apparently all you need to look like the best dressed person I’ve ever seen.

• Big hoop earrings that catch the light at every turn. And there are a lot of turns.

• Duck egg blue is everywhere. A shade of blue so perfect that looks like it was found in a vintage shop in 1994. It suits everyone. I don't make the rules.

• Visible bra straps are not a wardrobe malfunction here. The strap is part of the look. If you're still trying to hide yours, you're behind.

I don't know what it is about this city in June. Something about the long days, the pace, the way everyone looks so full of life. Even stuck at a red light. Even aggressively shouting at tourists & wearing nowhere near enough sunscreen. Maybe especially then. The bike lane is the great equaliser. Everyone is a little sweaty, a little squinting, and taking summer oh so seriously. we all should be.

The bike lane remains the best front row in the world. See you out there, just please don’t ring your bell at me.

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“So, what do you do?”

There are few questions that can make an otherwise completely normal person sound completely unnatural. That’s one of them.

I heard it hundreds of times at 3 Days of Design (Copenhagen’s annual design festival) where, for 72 hours, every interesting building in the city has a reason to let you in. Brands spend months building installations that will exist for less than a week. Spaces you walk past every day suddenly have a queue to go inside. People fly in from all over the world.

My friend of a friend basically built one of the showrooms herself. She was an intern.

Here’s the thing about the “what do you do” question though. Nobody is actually asking what you do.

They’re asking: are you useful to me? Do you know someone I should know? Should I keep talking to you?

It’s a sorting question. And everyone asks it while pretending it isn’t.

A lot of people were at 3 Days of Design for the design.

A lot of people were there for the free drinks. And honestly with Copenhagen prices, completely valid.

What actually happens at events like this is that some of the most beautiful venues in the city become temporary living rooms. People stand around catching up with friends, a glass of something cold in hand, half-looking at the furniture. The exhibitions are the excuse. The socialising is the point.

Which sounds cynical. I actually think it’s kind of nice. People will always find a way to turn a beautiful space into a social one. You can’t really stop them.

Most of the time I was there with friends, which changes everything about how you move through a space like that.

There’s a comfort to it, a built-in reason to be somewhere, someone to catch eyes with across the room when something interesting happens, someone to go and find when you've run out of things to say.

The one event I did go to solo was a different experience entirely. You notice more when you’re not managing a group dynamic, but you also feel every second of standing alone near a table of prosecco with nowhere obvious to look.

Everyone else already seems to be mid-conversation, mid-laugh, mid-something. Already known. I’ve learned beneath the carefully assembled outfits and the cool exteriors, most people are genuinely quite nice.

I’m pretty convinced half the reason you little fashion freaks wear sunglasses indoors is just to avoid accidental eye contact.

There are exceptions, obviously.

You’ll always find the room-scanners. The ones clocking who’s there, calculating who’s worth talking to, deciding in real time whether you make the cut.

And I think that’s why the “what do you do” question feels so grim. Not because networking is bad, networking is completely normal. The PR girls are doing it. The designers are doing it. The journalists are doing it. The people the least interested in networking are still doing it.

What’s uncomfortable isn’t the networking. It’s the performance around it. The pretending nobody wants anything when everyone wants something.

There are better questions. What have you seen that you liked? What are you working on? What brought you here? Any of those would do. Job titles are the least interesting thing about most people in a room like that.

I’ll be honest, part of why the question bothers me is that I’m currently looking for a job.

There’s something a bit vulnerable about having to answer it honestly. Not the polished version. The actual version.

But probably that’s the point. Because opportunities don’t really come from staying quiet about what you’re looking for. I’m the biggest advocate of putting yourself out there. Sometimes you have to just say it. Let people know. Let people help.

Sometimes the only thing between you and what you want is being willing to answer the question…even if it’s the worst question in the world.

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Not physically. Psychologically.

Bad pay. No replies. Social discomfort. Vague opportunities. Jobs that barely exist yet somehow still take up your entire life.

Fashion should reward the most talented people, right? The people with the best ideas. The strongest portfolios. A unique point of view.

And obviously talent matters. But the longer I spend around the industry, the more I realise talent is only one part of it. And sometimes, it’s not even the deciding part.

Fashion rewards a very specific type of person.

Not necessarily the coolest person. Or the richest. Or even the most creative. A lot of the time, it rewards the people willing to endure an unusual amount of uncertainty for an unusually long time.

People who can tolerate not knowing if anything is actually happening.

Because so much of creative industries exist in this weird grey area where nothing feels set in stone. One coffee turns into a freelance job. Someone remembers your name six months later. Someone forwards your email. Someone suddenly needs help assisting. Someone invites you somewhere because you “seem cool.” Entire careers seem to form through proximity and timing and repeated accidental encounters.

And honestly? Sometimes by being a little bit annoying.

Not annoying in a bad way. But persistent. Following up. Sending the second email. Asking again. Reminding people you exist. Continuing to place yourself near the things you want, even when it feels deeply embarrassing to do so.

I think before getting closer to the industry, I assumed everyone was being formally selected. Like there was a board somewhere carefully choosing the most deserving people. But most of the time, opportunities seem to happen because someone stayed around long enough to be thought of when something opened up.

Fashion really rewards proximity.

Being in the room. Being around. Being seen repeatedly. And unfortunately, a lot of that proximity comes at a cost. Unpaid internships. Free labour disguised as “experience.” Doing favours in exchange for exposure and vague promises that something bigger might happen later.

And the difficult part is…sometimes those experiences do lead somewhere. Which is what makes it so frustrating. Though, there’s a difference between paying your dues and being taken advantage of, and sometimes the line between the two only becomes obvious afterwards.

I know people who assisted for free for months and eventually landed incredible jobs because of the relationships they built. I also know people who stayed in situations far too long hoping proximity alone would eventually turn into progress. It didn’t.

Endurance matters, but discernment does too.

You need enough optimism to keep going, but enough self-respect to recognise when something is no longer moving you forward.

I think the people who survive in fashion long term are usually the ones who learn to quickly balance this scale. They understand that opportunities rarely arrive in a straight line, but they also know when to walk away from spaces that only consume their energy without returning anything meaningful.

And I find that weirdly comforting.

Because it means there isn’t one perfect way in. There isn’t one type of background or personality that guarantees success. Most people I’ve met in fashion got there through a combination of curiosity, persistence, timing, adaptability, luck, social endurance, and repeatedly refusing to disappear.

Not necessarily the most glamorous revelation. But probably the most honest one.

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Not in a dramatic, identity crisis way. Just in an observational way. Getting dressed, trying something on, taking it off again. Liking something, but also feeling like I’ve seen it before. Somewhere. On someone.

It’s not copying exactly. It’s more like recognising you have been influenced, whether you like it or not.

At the start of this year, I moved to Copenhagen. A city put on the map for its personal style and ‘cool girl’ way of dressing. And it’s not untrue. But stand outside a wine bar for long enough and you start to notice something else. A lot of people are dressed… kind of the same.

I’ve noticed I’ll put an outfit together and feel good about it, and then later realise I’ve basically recreated something I’ve already seen. Not intentionally. I couldn’t even tell you where from. Just… somewhere online. Someone I follow. Something I’ve saved without thinking too much about it. At some point, it all blends together.

You see an outfit enough times, a certain jacket, a way of styling it, a colour combination. Everything looks good. Everything works. It’s not like we’re all sitting there trying to copy each other. It’s just what happens when everything is visible all the time. You absorb more than you realise.

I don’t believe anyone can be completely original. It’s pretty impossible to achieve. Even originality has been subconsciously inspired by something.

My style has changed since moving to the city…I suppose I do dress more like a Dane now? I certainly never wore my bag crossbody style before, but hands free movement is the future people!!!

We adapt to our surroundings, okay.

Does that make my style any less mine because it’s been altered by the location I’m in? Or is it more mine than ever because it’s a reflection of the changes in my life.

Maybe it’s my weird obsession with needing to appear like a local in every city I visit…

Are any of these explanations better than the last? Is it such a bad thing to blur the lines of inspiration? It’s hard to tell where my own taste ends and everything I’ve seen begins.

The truth is style isn’t this uniquely individual concept. It’s how everything you’ve absorbed shows up, all at once. The places you’ve been, the things you’ve seen, the versions of yourself you’ve moved through.

It’s less pure than we like to think. But maybe it’s more honest because of it. Maybe the only real form of originality left is the fact that it’s you wearing it.

VISUAL DIARY:

I am destined to live in a sunny climate, I know it. Spring has been in full bloom here in Copenhagen and I could not be happier. I’ve been hanging out with friends, styling artists for music festivals, did a modelling job (random side quest queen) and tried Juno the bakery for the first time.

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I used to think there was a clear way to get into fashion. A sequence of steps you follow, and eventually you find yourself in a position that feels official. Luckily for me— a law graduate who has never studied anything fashion-related, this is rarely the case.

Watching how friends and people around me have actually done it has been, well honestly, confusing. No one seems to do the same thing twice. And no one can really explain how it happened.

“You just look up one day and realise you’re in it.” Ummmmm.

This is not a very satisfying answer for a curious girl. So while it doesn’t present itself as a system, it certainly behaves like one.

These are the patterns I’ve noticed in people who work in fashion.

The Accidental One

Some people don’t really “try” in the way you expect. They meet someone at the right time. They’re around the right people. They say yes to something small that turns into something bigger.

It sounds almost too simple. “I just helped out on this thing once”

And then somehow they keep getting asked back.

The Persistent One

Then there are people who brute force their way in.

They send emails. A lot of emails. They follow up. They message again. They stay visible in a way that feels slightly uncomfortable but necessary.

Most of it gets ignored.

But eventually something doesn’t.

The Proximity One

A lot of it seems to come down to being physically close to it. Being in the city. Being around the events. Knowing where to go, even if you’re not technically invited.

Opportunities don’t always come to you directly. Sometimes you just have to be near enough that they can.

The Aesthetic One

Some people don’t ask at all. They build a point of view so clear that people come to them.

It’s not even about following trends. It’s more about consistency. You can recognise their taste immediately.

At some point, that becomes its own kind of currency.

The Undefined Role

This one happens more than people admit.

Someone starts helping out. There’s no clear job title. No real structure.

They’re just… there. And over time, that becomes something more permanent. Not because it was planned, but because it worked.

The strange (& scary) thing is, none of these paths feel stable. They all look a bit vague from the outside. A bit uncertain. Sometimes even accidental.

But they tend to lead somewhere.

The more I see how this actually works, the less I think there’s a “right” way to get into fashion.

It’s less about following a clear path, and more about staying close enough to it that something eventually opens.

Not always quickly. Not always in a way that makes sense.

But rest assured, wearing some big sunglasses is the hack to looking the part in any fashion room.

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The more time I spend around fashion people, the more I realise how much of the conversation relies on words no one really defines.

Effortless. Elevated. Directional.

Everyone seems to understand this secret language. So it feels stupid to question the brief “just really refined and gorgeous”… ??? at some point, you just keep nodding. Or worse, you start saying things like “yess, that quiet luxury feel” out loud.

I’ve grown increasingly embarrassed at my own vocabulary.

The Language of Fashion

Effortless

“Effortless” is probably the most used word in fashion. It’s also the least accurate.

Effortless usually means something was thought about very carefully, just not in a way you can immediately see. The outfit has been adjusted, reconsidered, and simplified until it looks like it wasn’t.

It’s not the absence of effort but the disappearance of it.

Bespoke

It’s meant to describe something made specifically for one person.

But most of the time, it just seems to mean something is slightly more special than usual.

Elevated

Everything is “elevated.” Elevated basics. Elevated dressing. Elevated essentials.

Elevated usually just means something looks more expensive. Better fabric, cleaner lines, fewer distractions. Nothing too obvious.

Archive

“Archive” gives something instant significance.

Even when it’s just slightly older and harder to find.

Interesting

“Interesting” is one of my favourites. It’s what people say when they don’t want to say whether they like something or not.

It leaves room. It avoids commitment. You don’t always want to be too clear. Sometimes “interesting” is the most honest response.

Timeless

Timeless usually just means something people have collectively agreed not to question. It’s already been approved. It fits into a version of taste that feels safe.

It’s less about time, and more about a general consensus.

Chic

Everyone knows what “chic” means. Haha, right??

It’s not just the clothes. It’s the proportions, the way something is worn, the way someone moves in it. Mostly, it’s just easy to say.

Prêt-à-porter

“Prêt-à-porter” means ready-to-wear. Yeah that’s it, just sounds fancier in French.

Refined

“Refined” usually means something has been edited down. Its used when something looks good without doing too much.

Cool

“Cool” has very little to do with the outfit itself. It’s about the person wearing it. The same outfit can look completely different depending on who it’s on, where they are, how they carry themselves.

Cool is situational.

The more I hear these words, the less I feel the need to fully understand them. It’s more about getting used to how they’re used, the situations, the tone, the context.

After a while, you don’t really question it. You just know what’s being said.

Most of the time.

Visual Diary:

Since moving to Copenhagen at the start of this year for my fashion internship, the weather has been one of the toughest adjustments. These past few sunny days almost fooled me into thinking it was Spring time, this city is a different place when the skies are blue. I even started wearing some fun colours. The way certain shades just work together fascinates me.

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At first glance it looked right. There were seats, sure. People sitting in them, definitely. But the system? A complete illusion.

Here’s what nobody tells you:

Everyone around me looked polished, confident, outrageously chic, and somehow exhausted at the same time. Meanwhile, I was holding a tote bag that was waaay too big, and trying to figure out whether the crystal plate in my hand was a suitable serving dish or better as a piece of abstract art.

It’s mostly theatre:

There’s a constant hum of urgency, panic, and small victories. Everyone looks like they know what’s happening. No one does. The people you think can help you are busy taking photos of their own outfits. Don’t look for help there.

You will work for free (and love it anyway):

Your reward? Stories that make other people feel like they missed out. Unpaid labour never looked so glamorous! Seriously, no one is getting paid. You’ll meet people, blah blah blah, it’s good exposure, blah blah blah, they have no budget. If you’re lucky you’ll get a leftover goodie bag. A win is a win, I guess.

Fashion week is a social game:

Making bold moves (like sending that one slightly delusional email) is how doors open. And sometimes being “visible” in the right moments counts way more than actually being useful. But tread lightly. Read the room. People are always watching. I often think networking isn’t about who you know, it’s about who notices you. This is both good and bad.

The Instagram illusion:

What you see online is the final, polished 2% of an exhausting week. The other 98% is standing, waiting, running, and panic-tying a string around your waist because you broke the zip on your trousers mid-event. Ladies, life will humble you.

By the end of my first fashion week, I still didn’t know where I was supposed to stand. But none of that mattered, because every chaotic moment was unforgettable. While it seemed like everyone else f*cking hated it, I absolutely loved it. I got to see the industry up close, and witness the tiny absurd rituals that make fashion feel alive.

It was exhausting, confusing, hilarious, and exhilarating all at once. That’s the secret nobody tells you.

Visual Diary

Here’s a less glamorous side of fashion week, though it still looks pretty fun to me.

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Have you ever noticed how making a decision (any decision) is so much more beneficial than not making one at all?

On November 29th, completely fed up with how stagnant my life felt— I sent one overly ambitious email to a woman in Copenhagen. One month later, I move country. Another two weeks later, I’m at fashion week. What the actual f*ck.

Let me introduce myself. Hi. I’m Becca. Law graduate, hospitality survivor, and lover of getting dressed. The fashion industry has always felt like something I could reference…but never quite touch. How do you break into an industry with no tangible experience and zero connections?

This is a step-by-step guide: on how I bluffed my way into working fashion week.

Step 1:

Take the silly videos, the pictures, and write down your thoughts. This is evidence of passion, creativity, and ambition. You don’t have to post them but I recommend you do, it builds confidence. You need to believe you belong in these rooms.

Step 2:

Take one hour, or less. Download Canva. Gather all this content into a pretty portfolio.

Step 3:

Research creative agencies, marketing agencies, small brands, etc. There is so much work that goes into fashion week that companies are practically begging people to do internships or become assistants.

Step 4:

Send emails. Send DMs. Message people on LinkedIn. (Ew, I know. But you have to). No experience means you need to be annoying. These people are very busy, so the more your name appears in their inbox, the better your chances are.

Step 5:

You will be ghosted. It’s okay. In my experience, the ONE email I got a response from, then proceeded to ghost me. Rough. So I did what any insane person would, I sent them a DM on Instagram. Desperate, sure. But I got a response. Be persistent. Refrain from back and forth messages, and organise a call. Let them hear your voice. This is how you become a real person and not just another applicant. Lack of experience = let your personality shine.

Step 6:

Successfully secure an internship. (Yaaay) Pack your life into 2 suitcases + a carry-on. Trade the south of Spain for the coldest winter recorded in 16 years in Copenhagen. Let yourself be absolutely terrified.

Step 7:

Be curious, be willing to learn, and show your passion. You get out of an internship what you put into it. Do it all: say yes to every experience. Even the stuff that doesn’t seem that cool or interesting. It is ALL a learning opportunity. I promise.

Congratulations. You’ve just successfully bluffed your way into fashion week.

Visual Diary

The other day, my dear friend Victoria who has been listening to me talk about these dreams for years reminded me, “It looks exactly like the experiences you always wanted.”

It’s unfolded so quickly that it’s been hard to keep up. I took this Sunday to sit in a beautiful café (where I made the sweetest new friend) and reflect on this past month: it has been really heartwarming.

Here’s what my internship looks like so far:

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It used to bother me how many clothes my mother hoarded over the years, a completely unnecessary build up of items. Many of which I’ve never seen her wear.

Ironically, when I return home I sneak into her wardrobe and browse the racks. Recalling garments I once deemed questionable yet, under the warm lighting of her wooden wardrobe appear spellbinding. It’s funny how our opinions on fashion change so often that it re-wires how we view the exact same t-shirt years, months or, even days later.

Another back-at-home habit of mine is revisiting old photo albums. It brings back memories of past clothes, a yellow sugar tin and, the little pink Christmas tree I stared up at with bright eyes. All of these things holding sentimental value but to someone else it’s just…stuff.

The year of the personal archive

A place where I laid my head every night now merely exists as an exhibition of my adolescence. I’ve seen a lot more of the world since I occupied those four walls, my room seems smaller now than it did back then. Sifting through dried up nail polish, plastic hair accessories and, synthetic clothes from brands I’m rather embarrassed to admit I shopped at. I had forgotten about a lot of things. How much stuff has gotten lost, shrivelled up or, thrown away in a panicked 2:00am must-become-a-minimalist declutter.

Parting ways with inanimate objects has gotten easier and necessary over the years. Moving abroad and countless flats later, you learn that your life can be condensed down into two suitcases and a carry-on.

Just a few days post-moving to a new city: hello Copenhagen, goodbye old pairs of jeans. I’ve realised I don’t want to constantly make those adjustments. I also don’t own enough trousers. I believed a sustainable approach to my wardrobe was resell to purchase more. Makes sense? In reality, it’s a reflection on consumption and a lack of preservation. Yes, even if the new pieces are second-hand. Where was my personal archive?

If someone took a peak inside my wardrobe, what would it reveal to them about me. This article made me spiral. There are no stories worthy of being told stuffed into these drawers or dangling from my hangers. How can someone so sentimental not flinch at getting rid of half her wardrobe.

I anticipated a Danish winter would be comparable to the Irish ones I grew up with. Wrong. Unfortunately, I had forgotten how cold your hands can really get. A simple solution: multiple layers. Wrong again.

If you’ve ever wondered why Scandi style looks so expensive, it’s because it is. Investing in quality clothes is a non-negotiable. Unless you want to freeze every time you step outside.

You realise very quickly even multiple layers of 85% acrylic and 15% polyamide jumpers won’t save you. I always believed the closer to looking like a marshmallow the better. And warmer. Cold and Scandinavian cold: two different ballparks. My laissez-faire approach to getting rid of clothes was a hard truth: I have not been buying clothes with quality in mind. At all.

Sh*t you pretend to know, explained

I’ll be the first to admit, one too many times I’ve been fooled by a fake cosy jumper. This is: how to avoid hating your clothes after one wash.

FABRICS

The common, affordable, but short-lived stuff

Polyester

Feels like: Plastic, can be slippery or stiff

Purpose: Cheap, wrinkle-resistant, fast fashion favourite

Downside: Traps heat and you will sweat (portable sauna)

Acrylic

Feels like: A fuzzy, fluffy feeling

Purpose: A low cost imitation of wool

Downside: Pills quickly and smells fast

Nylon

Feels like: Smooth and buttery

Purpose: Strong and stretchy

Downside: Doesn’t let skin breathe

Viscose

Feels like: Soft at first touch

Purpose: Imitates silk or cotton cheaply

Downside: It shrinks and wears out fast

The stuff that feels better, breathes better, and ages better (aka what to look for)

Cotton

Feels like: Breathable and comfy

Purpose: Everyday wear

Why it’s good: Gentle on skin, easy to wash

Wool

Feels like: Warm and cosy (can be soft but sometimes kinda itchy)

Purpose: Jumpers, coats, winter wear

Why it’s good: Keeps you warm and it’s breathable

Silk

Feels like: Smooth, light, very luxurious

Purpose: Dresses, blouses, scarves

Why it’s good: Breathable and temperature-regulating

Linen

Feels like: Crisp, airy, a bit rough

Purpose: Summer clothes

Why it’s good: Extremely breathable

Cashmere

Feels like: a cloud

Purpose: Luxury winter warmth

Why it’s good: Warm without heaviness

Tencel / Modal

Feels like: Silky-soft and cool

Purpose: Eco-friendly basics

Why it’s good: Breathable, strong, and smooth

CHECK THE LABEL

Get in the habit of checking labels. It doesn’t matter if the brand is expensive, says Made in Italy or, it’s got great marketing. A real quality check is in the fabric used.

Brands mix fabrics for cost or stretch:

Cotton + Elastane (2–5%) is helpful for a comfy stretch

Wool + Nylon provides a stronger wool

Natural fabric + LOTS of polyester has a cheaper feel

Care instructions reveal a lot about quality and most of us don’t bother to look (calling myself out here lol) You cannot just throw it all in the washing machine and hope for the best. Cold water? Hot water? WHO CARES!

R.I.P the beautiful wool jumper I shrunk. Cold water only, PLEASE learn from my mistakes. Good fabrics will NOT last if you don’t care for them correctly.

If your label says:

Machine wash cold = durable // Hand wash only or Dry clean = delicate or high-maintenance // Wash inside out = the fabric pills or fades easily

Cheap fabrics often say: Do not tumble dry & low heat only, in other words it melts easily.

Focusing on longevity

If your clothes lean more towards bad quality fabrics and you want to make the change, it will be a long process…I think that is kind of the point: switching off that impulse to buy.

My suggestions to start:

First invest in base layers, thermals will actually keep your body warm. Leggings, long sleeve tops, socks. If you have these you can sort of get away with a polyester jumper.

Good quality shoes. Consider practicality: do you walk a lot?, the weather where you live, what is your go-to outfit?…do these shoes make sense with my wardrobe. Cheap shoes are awful for your feet.

A warm jacket. If your style is more casual, get a puffer jacket. If you want a more elevated look, a good wool coat.

My hands and neck get cold fast. I would prioritise a good pair of gloves and a scarf.

Stay warm,

Becca

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I suppose everyone does deserve a gift under the tree this Christmas. Yes, even that questionable man in your life. Whether it’s a boyfriend, a brother, a best friend, or your dad. Here are some gifts that say I tolerate you just enough to not get you a Lynx deodorant set.

Men are infamously tricky to shop for. Honey, what do you mean you don’t want a vintage pocket mirror with your name engraved on it? Rude.

I’ve organised this list mostly as a reflection of what would impress me if a man owned it. Think self care, sports, cool boy trinkets and more. The gifts are fun and this guide is extremely last minute because well, I wouldn’t spend money on a man but if you want to…

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1. If he smokes, owns a credit card or his party trick involves a deck of cards.

2. If he treats his car better than you.

3. If he says he’s ‘getting into running’ in the new year.

4. If he is overly enthusiastic about red wine.

5. If he is in his interior design era.

6. If he never really got over the smash burger hype.

7. If he ‘don’t do Nike techs and coffee no more’.

8. If he likes solving problems.

9. If he needs a place for his trinkets, and you also feel like being passive aggressive.

10. If his love language is physical touch.

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Love,

Becca

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I’ve complied some recent finds from late-night scrolling TheRealReal—straight from my wish list to you. Even though, I’m currently avoiding making any unnecessary purchases, let me live vicariously through you!!

This list is a combination of great deals, investment pieces and really putting the wish in wish list.

Free to leave a comment if you enjoyed the read, found something you love or, are trying to source something but have had no luck—I would love to help you track it down! Happy shopping!! X

Let’s be honest, any scroll of TheRealReal wouldn’t be complete without gawking at the ‘Price: high-low’ section and questioning who is behind the 10,000€ bag on hold. (Seriously, who are you??)

Here are some just for fun pieces I’ve come across that we can dream about together.

P.S. I started a YouTube channel recently!! The latest vid is all about my current fav outfit formulas. I’d love to keep you company sipping your coffee, making dinner or chilling on the couch <3

Love,

Becca

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Sure, strolling the cobblestone streets of Le Marais in Paris or indulging in the bustling Portobello market in London: you’ll probably strike gold. No, this is not an attempt at de-influencing your next shopping trip. Neighbourhoods scattered across the continent are adorned by the masses for good reason. I’m not convincing you to reinvent the wheel of thrifting. But you should know, the wheel is spinning elsewhere.

Like many things, the truth of European thrifting is disparate from the dream of it. I mean of course, thrifting in Paris is cool.

However, it is alive and kicking in more places than people assume.

SAY IT WITH ME NOW: feed your curiosity.

For many, knowingly or not, our approach to sourcing good vintage is instinctive. You seek out an overpriced speciality coffee, richly diverse food options, and spot at least three strangers with a slouchy tote— I’ve found my people.

Let’s play a little game: close your eyes, take a deep breath and I want you to think vintage in the context of Spain.

So, you didn’t land on somewhere south of the country. And I don’t blame you. The place I’ve called home for the majority of my early 20s oozes a vibrant culture, diverse terrain, and mouth-watering food scene.

Shopping isn’t exactly No.1 on most people’s itineraries. Though, if you are anything like me— there is always an excuse to have a look.

I’ve put together the ultimate second-hand guide—so you can experience the best of the city, from charity shops and vintage to flea markets, second-hand books, and even some yummy pit spots.

*This is in no particular order.

If you wish to reject modernity and embrace tradition: JOAN charity shops are scattered across the city.

I’ve had the most success at this location.

Málaga is an extremely walkable city but quite conveniently, three stops in this guide are on the exact same street.

Honorary mention on this street: for the plant lovers.

I kind of feel like…

For breakfast.

For a coffee.

For a sweet treat.

For a drink. Also here.

Okay, back to our regularly scheduled programming:

If you want a guaranteed second-hand success story. This next place is for you. Hidden down a little alleyway, this is the ultimate IYKYK. Catch them on a good day and everything in the shop could be 2 euro.

I’ve never purchased anything from this next place. IMO, the selection is underwhelming— though I find their own brand has cute handmade bags.

The photo op in this changing room is low-key enough of a reason to go. And just steps away is this second-hand bookshop. Annnnd, a tiny bit further you can melt into a gooey cinnamon roll.

Although the size of a narrow hall, you surprisingly could end up lost in this curation for hours. It must be this combo: the entrancing playlist, adorable trinkets and how every time I go snooping, the owner is in flow state ironing stock.

You know I love a good deal and no second-hand guide is complete without mentioning a flea market. Duh. Every Sunday the Mercadillo Cortijo de Torres hosts over 300 stalls (I know, overwhelmed just writing this) selling everything from antiques, digital cameras, to accessories and fashion. You will need determination and a lot of patience but you can persevere !!!

Some things I’ve been loving lately:

Listening to this song feels like sunlight bouncing off a yellow building. Much needed on these gloomier days.

Watching the city turn red, green and warm.

I’ve been thinking a lot about functionality in my clothes lately and reading this article on airport looks complemented my thoughts. (though I was severely humbled clicking a link to a pair of shoes that were 700€)

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IT’S TIMEEEEEE!!!!

The ideas are coming out of my ears on what you can gift your loved ones this holiday season, think: all kinds of relationships, budgets, and tastes. You’ve got the people to buy for and I’ve got a baileys hot chocolate. Let’s ooze into this.

Warning: the following is a humble brag—I am the person everyone hopes got them for Secret Santa. So, you are in for a treat.

Welcome to the first edition of many thoughtfully curated gift guides.

We all want to be a great gift-giver but nobody wants to buy a damn present. Is it overwhelming, chaotic and time consuming. Yes. But are they your nearest and dearest. Also yes. My goal of these guides is to make you see the fun in thoughtful presents so you can maybe stop panic buying a gift card every year (side EYE)

So, take a deep breath we’re gonna do this together.

Taste Training: What makes a gift transform from good to great? It boils down to one simple thing. Emotion. The most memorable gifts make those closest to you feel appreciated and seen. That is the true magic of the holidays—not the ridiculous price-tag. It’s the scene you set and the memory you create. With this in mind, I promise you’ll unlock sublime gift-giver status. That’s not really the point but anyways.

WHO ARE WE SHOPPING FOR: THE COOL GIRL

Do you ever feel like some people just have it all and no matter how much you rack your brain trying to think of a thoughtful gift you keep coming back to…‘a mug could be cute?’ Hey—I would love a mug. In fact, this one is absolutely incredible. I just think we can do better.

So, she has excellent taste and you low-key don’t know where she shops…she just somehow always has a cool little trinket. Ring any bells? Don’t stress I have good news: she might be extremely difficult to shop for but not impossible.

I’ve gathered the insider info from IRL cool girls aka my friends and I who are secretly gushing over these items in the hopes Santa will leave it under the Christmas tree!!! So, it’s safe to say I’ve got the perfect present(s) CGA…cool girl approved? OBVS.

THE COOL GIRL EDIT

Her wish list probably includes:

A coffee table book, or two.

A cute jigsaw puzzle or a game set she’s never played.

A personalised item will probably make her cry (happy tears!!) and if you have some baking skills pairing this gift with a homemade treat, is the cherry on top. (I can confirm this recipe is a crowd pleaser and ridiculously easy to whip up.)

Literally, help her spark up some creativity. (I hope you appreciate the double pun)

I’ve never met an artsy girl who didn’t love a quirky gadget.

Gifts that’ll WOW her:

Elevate her morning coffee with this stunning D&G Moka.

A coffee table book that doubles as a jewellery box, chic.

Impress her with these cocktail napkins.

Getting someone air freshener might seem a bit rouge, but just trust me. She will get the vibe.

Her dream stocking stuffer.

The perfect picks for her:

A girl on the go needs the perfect trainers, bonus points if they’re this stylish.

Keep her fresh manicure warm. And while you’re at it, this too.

A climbing bag where fashion meets functionality.

It’s called GORPcore for a reason.

Gift her a post-adventure little luxury.

Beautiful choices for her:

Make her haircare feel luxurious.

This wine carafe adds pure elegance to a room.

A pillow that describes her to a T.

An oil burner that is the ultimate gift of ambience.

A classic girl loves a classic cocktail. These glasses are stunning AND double as little bowls for your snacks. A host’s dream.

I had entirely too much fun going down a gifting rabbit hole to put this together. If you enjoyed reading it it would be very sweet if you showed your support by leaving a little like, a re-stack or if you’re trying to give someone a not-so-subtle hint at what you want this year, this post is free to share.

P.S. Is anyone else on the hunt for an ugly Christmas jumper? I’ve been scanning Vinted but no luck so far.

Don’t miss future posts & next week’s gift guide—

Talk soon,

Becca

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Is rage-baiting the innocent civilian the new indicator of style? I mean, seriously, even Vogue is playing in our faces with that atrocious interesting Timothée Chalamet cover.

I’d like to think of myself as a very open-minded individual when it comes to fashion and its subjectivity. It’s just what you think, it’s not the truth and all of that. So, it might be controversial to admit this but sometimes, I really don’t get the vision. Like at all. Your outfit is hideous.

It makes you wonder, do people nowadays wear their clothes because they like them or because of the point it proves. The persona created by wearing something outrageous. I’m cooler than you because you don’t get it. Intriguingly, is the joke that there is nothing to get?

It’s giving…ugly

So, why does it seem like people are getting dressed in the dark?

Truthfully, youth culture is heavily fixated on being the most unique person in the room. Arguably, we are dressing purely for the performance. In fact, eyebrows furrowing at an outfit oftentimes provides more value than a compliment. Your provocation is proof that it’s worked.

It’s a direct rejection of what is flattering and traditionally cohesive. When you’re overexposed to micro-trends it leads to boredom in styling. Subsequently, sprouting a breeding ground for creativity. Emilee Russell suggests ‘we’ve mowed through just about every possible trend there is and seen them styled in all the “right” ways…We’re fatigued. We want something new.’

So, yes your outfit is hideous…but you already knew that.

The Fashion Police

I’ve been struggling with the concept of whether you have to even like your clothes anyways. Is it stylish to wear something just to stir the pot or are we all delusional? I’ve divided it into three parts.

1. Fashion as authenticity

   A part of me believes you should like your clothes. They should act as little expressions of the person you are. The colours that indicate your emotions, the fabrics that feel good against your skin, and the silhouettes that frame your body. Your wardrobe should be an archive of you.

   

2. Fashion as functionality

   In recent years there has been a huge rise in the ‘Gorpcore’ aesthetic. A term coined by Jason Chen in 2017 for The Cut. A blend of outdoor sportswear mixed with urban street style. In my opinion, this will only rise in popularity as we head into 2026. Our societies push for third spaces and a sense of community (run clubs, hiking groups, workout classes) highlights fashion as lifestyle. The half-marathon is the new runway.

   

3. Fashion as performance

   The line between fashion and performance has always been paper thin. A story told through fabric and an identity curated through threads. The internet archetype of ‘the performative male’ might ring a bell? The New York Times describes him as ‘a walking mood board of on-trend markers for softness, stylishness and a feminist leaning that he may or may not actually possess’. I might be in enemy territory here, but is it necessary to actually like what you wear or do we still need to know five Ramones songs?

   

The contradiction of Minimalism

If we take a look at celebrity street style this year, it might appear that minimalism and low effort is the real indicator of being well-dressed. We tend to praise this style due to our generations adoration of the 90s and/or nostalgia of a more ‘carefree’ time. Everyone is fighting to be the most model off-duty girl at the party or at least itching for someone to call them ‘effortlessly chic’.

The irony behind all these looks? They are the furthest thing from effortless. All of these outfits were hand picked by stylists with the intention of portraying an image to you, through ‘off-guard’ paparazzi shots. Effortless is never effortless. Especially not when it comes to celebs. Dylan Kelly explains it perfectly: accessory is publicity.

It doesn’t take away from the fact that they all look great, but perhaps consider if they have great style or just access to a great stylist? Be curious about the images you consume and the stories they sell. More importantly, refrain from comparing your effortless to a curated outfit worth more than 10K.

Authenticity…Aesthetic?

It’s obvious that the ‘clean girl’ aesthetic has taken a backseat this year and the ‘messy girl’ look is more popular than ever. A grungier style, thinner eyebrows, fur, disheveled hair, have you noticed every influencer started posting pics smoking cigarettes? It’s the revival of the tumblr girl rebranded as authenticity.

Simran Sukhnani appraises it to a generation ‘bridging away from the curated perfection of the clean girl look and are instead opting for styles that make them feel messy, beautiful and more like their own selves.’ It’s an interesting observation that we still feel the need to turn dressing like ourselves into an ‘aesthetic’, we cannot exist without a label to make sense of us. We claim we crave authenticity, but do we really mean the curated illusion of authenticity?

On the flip side, Erin Schwartz wrote In Defense of Calling Everything an Aesthetic that there is a ‘kind of satisfaction that comes from sharing a world with other people and filling it with stuff.’ The idea of belonging to something bigger than yourself is an oddly intimate act. If it inspires you to be more yourself or become someone you would like to be, I cannot fault sincerity.

“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
― Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit

It’s all fun and games

The price that comes with caring about fashion, you will perform. Every stylistic choice you make tells a story to the word around you. It reveals your priorities, your taste, even your politics. Sometimes the point of getting dressed is not to look good but rather, to reveal a concept. It is an art form and it doesn’t need to be understood by everyone.

This TikTok user summed it up perfectly.

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It’s been emotional and in a strange turn of events, quite calming. When this post makes its way to your inbox, I will be just a few hours shy of 25 and I am so incredibly grateful to be alive. A lot can happen in a year.

Last outfits of 24

I’ve been documenting how some of my recent outfits look, through the lens of my digital camera. A visual representation of the person I was, days before I turned 25.

Life’s recent pleasures:

Walks with no distractions. No music. No podcast. Just being present. My thoughts, nature and, I. It is bizarre how jolting this is at first.

An early morning rise, listening to the world around me wake up. Sleepy eyes, the crisp air and my coffee. I like the smell of possibility at 8am.

Creating playlists for my emotions. My music taste is very empathetic. I made a playlist about nostalgia, I’m certain I will keep adding to it.

My digital camera. I have a deep urge inside me to document my life. This is nothing new.

My birthday wish list (if I was filthy rich)

When I blow out my candles, this is what I’ll be wishing for, kind of. If I one day acquire any of these possessions, you will hear all about it.

1. Barista coffee machine.

2. Conversation pit.

3. Mirror palais dress.

4. GATA duvet set.

5. 35mm analog camera.

6. Chloé bag.

7. Vintage Miu Miu.

   

As always, thanks for being here. Go enjoy a sweet treat, it’s my birthday! (almost)

PS. It has started pouring rain as I go to upload this. I will take that as mother nature grieving the end of an era.

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As my 25th birthday creeps around the corner, I’m met with a multitude of existential questions. What is my purpose, how do we measure a life well-lived, and what is ‘success’? Naturally, I’ve began to think my life is over. It’s been quite the week of frantic moral questioning.

The silver lining in turning 25 is, I will no longer be 24. Undeniably, an awful year for me. So, I have taken on another thought provoking question, am I dressing my age? Insufferably, I am of the belief I kinda just feel seventeen. Oddly, I am simultaneously everything and nothing like my 17 year old self. I often wonder who I would be without nostalgia. Or a constant curiosity.

We make snap judgements on the world around us without being fully conscious of it. Yesterday, on an innocent stroll around the park I was referred to as ‘the lady’ and, later on as ‘the girl’. Both occasions arising from two respective strangers trying to teach spatial awareness to their toddlers. I guess everyone else is just as confused as I am. It’s hard to know what was the more accurate descriptor. I suppose ‘girl’ makes me feel a bit like a pre-teen and ‘lady’ makes me feel like a pensioner. Do we have another word?

I always wonder how old I look to those around me. Do I give off the vibe of a 24 year old? What does that even mean? Honestly, I can never tell if someone is 24 or 29 without asking. In today’s world when you can get a beauty treatment for pretty much anything, does anyone look their age anymore?

Then, I look in the mirror and a grown woman is staring back at me. It’s a bizarre feeling to not recognise yourself, despite analysing your face every day of your existence. At some point I turned into a woman and completely missed it. How utterly terrifying. And don’t get me started on the grey hairs. If you were wondering, the primary causes of white hair are aging, genetics, stress, vitamin deficiencies, smoking, and underlying health conditions. Great. Also, irreversible.

I’ve heard a lot of women say they knew their frontal lobe finally developed when they stopped wanting to wear crop tops. I can kind of understand the sentiment. It’s funny, when you’re younger you wear things like crop tops and short skirts to appear older and then when you finally get older, you can’t think of anything worse. The ever-evolving expression of one’s self.

There is an odd purgatory stage: you no longer want to wear a crop top but you don’t want to wear a pantsuit to get a coffee. Is it possible to ‘dress older’ and not feel like a kid secretly rummaging through your mother’s wardrobe. Must you choose?

One of my favourite fashion influencers is Marissa Lepps. A woman in her 40s who dresses better than most of us. If you do not know her, do yourself a favour and check her out, she will blow your mind. Seriously. Every time she appears on my feed, I stop. I’m so in awe of her personal style. Yes, I know this word has been beaten to death but she is the optimum of chic.

Certainly, it could be argued that she ‘doesn’t dress her age’ but when you look that good, why would she? As I’m writing this, I am thinking to myself that I actually don’t really know how women in their 40s dress anyway. Interesting. I hope that when I’m in my 40s, I dress with even half the style she has. Actually, I hope that at 25 I can dress with even half the style she has.

It makes you think, what should a 25 year old be wearing? I look at my friends and notice we all dress quite differently. I mean, in some regard we have similar tastes but there are distinct differences. These differences reflect our individual lives and the unique stages we are all at. Some of us with big girl jobs, others studying, some on the verge of losing it (me). A mangled mess of being in your 20s. Funnily enough, I find a quiet comfort in the fact: we all dress like 25 year olds.

Although, I may end up retiring certain pieces from my wardrobe and embracing a more ‘age appropriate’ style. For now, I’ve decided against it. I don’t want to be pressured into choosing between what I currently like and what people think I should be wearing. At the end of the day, I cannot change how old people think I am, and I don’t really care (okay, maybe a little bit).

However, I do know I place more value on wearing clothes I actually feel good in. The clothes you wear are a reflection of your personality and what you love and shouldn’t be limited to something as silly as your age.

So, fuck you. I’ll wear a crop top if I want.

At least, I’m still adorable. Thanks, Samantha.

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Each item in this edit was curated with the intention of being interchangeable of multiple outfits and in addition, kind to your purse. There’s nothing I love more than a good deal. The most expensive piece is 110€.

These links are not affiliate links, I’m just sharing them in case you want to purchase. Otherwise, enjoy the autumn outfit inspiration.

Let’s ooze into these ingredients.

ACCESSORIES:

TO BUY:

SUNNIES

BROWN BAG

GREEN BAG

SHOES:

TO BUY:

BALLET FLATS

BOOTS

BOOTS WITH GOLD HARDWARE

SKIRTS:

TO BUY:

LEFT

RIGHT

PANTS:

TO BUY:

LEFT

RIGHT

TOPS:

TO BUY:

JUMPER

V-NECK

JACKETS:

TO BUY:

TRENCH COAT

BIKER JACKET

I am a last-minute girl and meekly I will admit that previous work of mine has included:

1. A black outfit and cheaply made wings (that I couldn’t decipher were a butterfly or fairy). Best to agree with whatever people guess you are.

2. A black outfit and fake blood. So, I was dressed as…slightly injured?

3. A black outfit and cat ears. For Halloween. Groundbreaking.

Now, there’s nothing wrong with any of these. If you planned on being a cat, girl don’t let me stop you. Though, I think we can do more than we think with what we already have.

Honourable mention— I do recall pouring an entire tub of red glitter onto ballerina pumps sticky with glue to become Dorothy from Wizard of Oz. 10 year old me had a vision.

It’s such a fun time of year to experiment and see people transform into a character. However, it’s a little bit sad that for the majority of these incredible looks they really only exist for the night. And truthfully, who wants to fork out hundreds of euro on a costume worn for 5 hours? Not me and not you.

It doesn’t mean putting creativity aside

I actually think this process is inherently creative because you’re choosing the alternative route. The fun part is looking at your own wardrobe, all those pieces that are so familiar to you and giving them a spooky alter ego. Woohoo ! Creativity.

I must reference the latest Zara campaign ‘A Halloween Story’. And applaud Szilveszter Makó’s work. Yes, I recognise the irony in using it to discuss a ‘sustainable costume’. BUT the art direction for this campaign is absolutely insane and honestly something that Zara continuously does very very well.

It’s a brilliant execution of how everyday clothes and an eerie otherworld can co-exist. Plus, Halloween is all about make-believe anyways, so let’s pretend the clothing quality is as good as it looks here.

Costume ideas you can steal

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   If you have makeup skills, I am actually begging you to wear this costume. A 60s eyeshadow look is everything. Also, I think my recent headband fixation is slowly taking over my personality. You could easily catch me wearing this on a random Thursday.

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   If someone showed up to a Halloween party with this on, instantly coolest girl in the room. This outfit is easily a day strolling the city but throw in some fun accessories (and an impressive hairstyle), it’s a medieval moment.

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   HEAR ME OUT. Since you guys made Labubu’s a thing, I get to do this. For the 9-5 girlie who loves a giggle. She’s an icon and she is the moment.

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   Okay, maybe you’ll have to buy a tiara. But who doesn’t want that? This is such a pretty costume using pieces suitable for all year round. Yes, even the tiara.

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   This is for the girl who is reluctantly being forced to celebrate and low-key will probably win best dressed.

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   The possibilities are endless. I’m certain you have a costume waiting for you in your wardrobe. Take another look.

   If your groupchat is sounding off about what to wear, feel free to share the inspo💌

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   This was super fun to make and really got me thinking about the fine line between everyday wear and costume. I guess in the end it is all just playing dress-up. Hope you all have a lovely Halloween regardless if you dress up or it’s just another day to you. 🤎

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   Is anyone working on a costume or have any other suggestions for the last-minute gals? Let us know in the comments. 💌

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   Hugs,

   Becca