Hai, hello, welcome!

So this is what I look like now, moody teenager that I am

I’ve just returned to the world of unemployment and what a strange feeling it is. After a hectic year I’m taking a welcome break this week to recharge and refresh (read: drool over fashion week photos, eating too much nutella, watching films and prancing around my apartment in fancy clothes) and prepare myself for my next adventure.

As this year has seen me working in my first serious job where fashion was not involved, I’ve had some time to think about my own style and relationship with fashion and how it’s evolved over the years. I was struck while oogling NYFW coverage with my go-to style. I am always drawn to the fantastical, somewhat tailored and let’s face it, childish side of dressing.

Case in point: Alice + Olivia was the greatest presentation I have ever seen. I need to own everything and felt like I was looking into my own wardrobe if I were rich and actually sophisticated. Everything else I have saved down has followed in a very similar style.

At 24 should I be concerned that I refer to myself as a “girl” and never a “woman”? Is it so wrong that I feel underdressed without a bow topping my head and fancy myself as a French teacher in a new-age school for wayward girls (a la Mona Lisa Smile)?

Thoughts on a postcard!