Twice a year I bring this dress out from my closet. In Norwegian we call it a bunad. It is our national costume. However, it can be a bit confusing because there are lots of different versions. It comes down to where you are from. Since my mothers family originally comes form Vest-Telemark this gown is the Vest-Telemark bunad. I may also proudly add that it is my mother who has done all the embroidering. It took her two years of hard work and I could not be prouder to wear it. The other time I bring it out is for 17th of May, Norway's independance day. I will try to take some more detailed photos soon.
I hope everyone is having an amazing Christmas, and I wish you all the best in the new year.
And London continues, as promised. I have so much to show you right now, it is actually making me crazy. Every year Christmas seems to manage to sneak up on me, and each time I am as surprised when it comes along. So, it is fair to say that all the Christmas shopping is long from done. I have been extremely lucky this December, and managed to visit both London and Paris. However, the trips, combined with work has somehow left you less prioritized. And I am truly sorry about that. If I could only work with this it would be a dream come true.
With certainty, a more precise, but less, welcoming name for this post could have been Camden Town part One. Because, as any person who knows me could tell you, I love Camden Town. I know that there are critics who proclaim that Camden had so much more soul before, in the 70s, 80s and 90s, and for all I know they might be right. However, the Camden I know is an over the average tourist magnet, unfortuntatly, but only on days with more or less perfect weather. (As perfect as you can wish for in London anyway). What is an advantage when it comes to Camden Town is that it is far enough out from the center of London not to attract to many of the class one tourists - they seem to mostly hang around Oxford Street, and by all means please continue.
What I like about Camden Town is the mood. Each time I step out of the underground station it hits me: a creative, different and exciting feeling that tells me I will experience something new, maybe find something old? Like a vintage hat or belt?
Once you have entered the market all the different smells of exotic food hits you. Just when you have taken your first breath of Indian or Chinees food, ten forks are shoved in your face: "A taste, miss?"
I often find myself on the edge of horrendous discussions when people mention the word style. My entering statement in such a discussion is often "what is your definition of style?" It seems, as with a whole bunch of other important or non-important issues our definitions, or lack of definitions, or even lack of being patient enough to listen to the other party, before pulling their head of, keeps getting people into trouble. I, for instance, as mentioned, react when people use the word style. Often in a negative way. This does not mean that I wouldn't be thrilled if someone told me just that: " Zoe, you have great style". The question that then occurs (after the blushing smile has disappear from my face, that is) is: "How would you describe the word style ?"
I on one hand have numerous of synonyms for the word style: individuality, proud, unique, daring, you (as in being yourself) and different. By this I don't mean that you have to wear your sweater on your feet, and your skirt as a hat, I simply mean that there has to be something about you. a quirkiness, an attitude, something that makes you stand out.
If the person giving me the compliment would answer my question (How do you define style?) as a person closely following the latest trends, or in other words: a trend slave, a person that is always wearing the newest, hottest garments - just of the catwalk, in the exact same way, my smile would fade faster than the Caribbean sunset. Of course you have people, a few, that wear the newest design of the catwalk, and rock it like no one else: Anna Dello Russo for instance. But don't even try saying she doesn't give the outfits individuality and quirkiness.
I wanted to share this photo with you (taken in Camden Town, London) because it to me represents individual style. Not only of the people in the picture, but as much the place. Since Camden Market opened in 1971 (arts shops to begin with) it has been a sanctuary for individual style, that has blossomed through the last decades.
LONDON IS CALLING. Here are a few shots from last night. I am literary sitting in my suitcase trying to figure out what to put in it. Unfortunately my mother is running the show when it comes to shoes because of my Louboutin accident last weekend. My feet are still recovering from the frostbite, one week later, and I am quite sure that I have learned my lesson. Do not wear Louboutin pumps, or any other, in minus 20 degrees Celsius with wind, which makes it minus 30 degrees, the doctor informed me - your feet will suffer. And you with them.
Update: Our plane is canceled, but we managed to book a new one, 3 hours, THREE HOURS earlier. Got to go. See you there!
This is, as you can see, the outfit I was talking about the other day. I absolutely love taking photos in this type of terraine. I know a lot of bloggers take their photos in the city, which I don't mind either. However, it is something special about the wild nature that I can't resist. Although it looks, and is beautiful, there and then, it was/felt anything but delightfull. My toes are still suffering from mild frostbite. So I truly hope you enjoy the photos, not only of the outfit but of the amazing Norwegian winter nature.
I am wearing a cimono/dressinggown that belongs to my father, the jumpsuit I have inhereted from my mother, the shoes are by Louboutin, belt Zara, watch Gucci, also inhereted from my mother, the rings are from Hm, Accesorize, Camden Market and Arts and Crafts, and the earrings are made by me.
These pieces are all from 1stdibs.com, and oh how wonderful my life would be if I wake up tomorrow and one, or several of these extraordinary vintage items hang in my closet. What I want right now is a unique one of a kind coat, just like the gold one above (or what about the blue one, delicious!), hats and turbans, wide belts and wrist bags. (Can I call them that?) Both pairs of shoes are incredible in each their way. The Maison Margiela shoes are subtle, but have the perfect edge, yes I am talking about the toes. And the 70's platform shoes are extreme and cool at the same time.
First of all to get that out of the way, I am not over the moon about the shoes, and I know that a lot of you aren't either. However, I live in Norway, and this particular weekend I have spent in the mountains and believe it or not, but when the degrees are 20 below, I somehow find myself prioritizing the survival of my toes before the shoes. Previous to this look I also took pictures of another outfit, and to put it in a pleasant way both my toes and my precious Louboutin shoes were fed up and simply decided to put their foot down.
Now that that is out of the way, I would like to share with you how this stunning dress ended up in my possession. As plenty others I have had my eyes on the Lavin X Hm collection from the day the first photos were released. I am hardly the first one to say it, but I absolutely adore the collection, the colours, tulle, jewelry! Wow. My heart fell hard for two of the dresses. The one above, and the one-shoulder yellow-mustard dress. I am sure you know which one I am referring to. I decided on this dress and not the other one because tulle has been on my mind for the last months. I have tried to get hold of a tulle skirt all over Oslo, but no can do, so I decided that this was my time to shine in tulle. I will definitively rock this dress in numerous other ways.
Tuesday morning at 08 o'clock the collection was released in Norway. I was at work, so I had given the important quest to my mother. When she the evening before told me she had a meeting I ran in shock to my boyfriend. Any suggestions? I simply had to have the dress! He to had work, and I left his house mildly depressed. I had just put my foot inside the door back home when my glorious boyfriend called me up, his mother had volunteered to buy the dress online for me. Everything was ok. If only for a second... Tuesday came and hm.com was impossible to enter. My boyfriends mother called her daughter, who called her friend, who happened to be standing in one of the ques outside hm. And do you know what, she bought it for me. To say that I was over the moon ( I seem to have an obsession with the moon) would absolutely not be exaggeration. I found myself screaming into the phone in a scale so loud that I believe only dogs could hear. If that isn't a Lavin Cinderella story, I don't know what is.
Do you know what? My toes are still trying to regain the heat they lost over 8 hours ago, but I'm not complaining, I got the dress, and for those 15 minutes I truly felt like a Lavin princesse.
here), together with a simple white and yellow gold bracelet and a gold ring with a brown stone. However, when I was about to leave the house the simplicity of the outfit somehow vanished with the leopard trench coat. The headscarf you have seen before, and is in one of my favorite colours right now (together with mustard) and adds the perfect amount of ummpf to the outfit. The bag I bought many years ago in a little town in Majorca. I have never used it before, and honestly I thought I never would. Well, I too can be wrong. I chose it because I like the way it picks up the colour of the scarf.
As you can se on the pictures most of the snow has disappeared, which is not good news a month from Christmas, however, I can hardly say it is unusual. I am crossing my fingers and wishing on a falling star that some snow might fall my way in the near future.