How do you outfit post? It’s been ages. I first wore this outfit to Steirereck on a trip to Vienna in May 2017, and I decided to recreate it for casino comparison site Bojoko‘s campaign based on this great style inspiration post written by Sarah-Rose Harrison for their blog.

I went with this cocktail look because it’s sweet, it’s breezy, it’s affordable, and it’s still perfectly fitting somewhere a little bit more upscale than your standard gastropub. PR behind restaurant bar Guridi in my town — where I used to go for coffee on a weekly basis back when I was 19, and which remains one of my favorite places in town in terms of decor and beverages — were kind enough to let me shoot there and even, no pun intended, handle their instruments, and I had a real blast. It was a lovely way to say goodbye to my 28th year — I turned 29 the day after this shoot (November 8; yes, I take forever), and I’d almost forgotten just how enjoyable photo shoots were.

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It’s been long enough since my last outfit post that I’m sure you could (if you wanted to) tell the difference in my weight from one to the other. This is probably healthier, but for various reasons I am not handling it as well as I could. Most of those reasons are jeans that don’t fit.

I wanted to take advantage of the last few weeks of summer to shoot this dress I got in Prague and these lovely Serengeti sunglasses courtesy of Discount Sunglasses. I don’t wear sunglasses often because dark + poor vision (somehow I’m somewhere in between my prescription and the next, so my eyesight is not all that great even when wearing glasses) don’t mix well, but I totally fall for the cool factor of them and love seeing myself wearing them in pictures. These fit me really well, shout out to their team for finding something that wouldn’t swallow my tiny head, and I’ve always wanted to see myself in tortoise glasses, so that was fun as well. Turns out they’re kind of hard to match to my wardrobe, especially the summer dresses, but I think I managed.

Finally, I miss The Toast forever, and I’m so glad they ran a ‘sponsor someone’s tote’ campaign when they closed last year; as a wannabe lit nerd, I’m real happy to have this piece of merchandise.

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Fun facts:

1. It was freezing, and I also changed in and out of the dress in public. You would think a dress like this would be plenty for August; in Estonia, you would be wrong. I’m not sure I would have worn it back in the UK when I received it either: I distinctly recall picking it up from the post office and spending two days at my friend’s house in Taplow doing fuckall while it rained buckets outside. Good times.

2. I put my makeup on AND shaved my legs in the middle of the park.

3. The president of Estonia supposedly lives in this place? The colorful building, I mean. Who knows, really.

4. I’m real cute even when I’m freezing.

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The icicles are each one of my individual limbs. To be clear there.

Since I moved home I’ve gone shopping more often than I used to, mainly because I keep running out of clothes to wear while I wait for them to finish drying, and even if I could afford a dryer I wouldn’t have a place to put it. This was one such time. I always look significantly better put together on laundry day, because when I have things to choose from, I always choose the same stuff. And I like that stuff! So on Saturday, while I was waiting for my jeans to dry, I scavenged around my closet for something to wear under my new shiny green coat — a gift from a friend — and go find myself a new pair of jeans, and shoot an interesting outfit while I was at it, since me wearing interesting outfits is such a rare occurrence.

It was cold and rushed and while I was editing the photos, I kept rumbling, “I can’t believe I wore tights for this.” But that’s week 1 of 52 self-portraits complete! (I haven’t picked the One yet. Possibly the one above?) And the coat is awesome, shopping was quite successful, and my jeans were dry when I came back.

It’s possible, however, that I lost the tights and the hairdo around Zara, and walked around in mismatched socks and bare legs in the middle of winter for about an hour. You guys, tights suck. Why do they have to look good?

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Is this global warming? Is it just weird out there? Some may know, but I am not one of them.

It’s not like it’s summer hot outside, but it’s warm enough to prance around without a coat on at 5 in the afternoon, and that’s a little weird. I remember this time in late December or very early January a couple of years back when I tried to shoot a knit dress under my coat, and not only did the pictures come out blue (I hadn’t learned about white balance at the time) but I pretty much decided then and there that I wasn’t putting on another dress until April at the earliest. I kept that promise.

It was around that time that I accepted I couldn’t stand tights no matter how good they looked, so it wasn’t all that hard.

I’ve become pretty good at shopping for myself — you would think you’re born with that skill, but it took me many years to figure out how I worked, clothes-wise, and these days I get a ton of use out of everything I buy. Half this outfit was bought on Oxford Street back in September — I’m wearing the gorgeous booties I splurged on as well as half my Primark purchases: sweater, and not pictured: long-sleeve tee, bra, two pairs of socks.

The jeans were the only (kinda) flare, (kinda) thick jeans I could find in town, because all anyone ever sells anymore is skinny jeans that are so thin they’re more like leggings and I bloody hate leggings and if I wanted to wear leggings, I would not wear jeans! Why is this a thing? I had a browse online before going to a few stores and ended up buying the exact same jeans I’d found on the Zara website. Even the store itself has changed and is weirdly disappointing now? But at least the jeans are good.

And so: a post featuring an outfit I wear roughly once a week. Comfy stuff.

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Lounging at the mini pool on the roof terrace at the Vincci Bit in Barcelona, or quickly slapping on a pair of heels and sunnies, getting the elevator up, taking the pictures and running so my best friend could catch her bus. Nobody has to know which these are. But these are the latter.

The weather wasn’t even that great to enjoy the roof terrace, which was sad, but if that’s all the pool they had in mind, meh. How about the beach five minutes down the street instead? Mm the beach.

I rarely wear sunglasses, but I’m obsessed with these Twiggy frames from SpecsPost. I think I tried cat’s eye glasses once when I bought my first pair, but the shops in town mostly carried stuff that was way too big on me so I looked terrible. These aren’t petite, but they’re on the smaller size, and when I put them on I felt that feeling I rarely get anymore where something just fucking fits. They didn’t just look right; they looked good and made me look good.

I am a cat’s eye convert. Unfortunately sunglasses aren’t really my thing — I look at these photos and I’m torn between “damn I’m hot” and “damn I look like an asshole who is also hot” — so I’m hoping I can get a pair of these same frames with standard lenses sometime, because I truly love how they look on me.

The shorts are from ASOS and the shirt I bought on a last-minute Sunday run at Maremagnum right there in Barcelona because I packed like shit and had nothing to wear on Monday unless I bought it. Maremagnum is a big mall and the only thing I could find that was open on a Sunday (it is Spain, after all), and it is situated on a pier of sorts, so basically I got to see the port and a whole lot of sea at night, which was impossible to capture well on my camera, but which I enjoyed immensely.

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