Queen of the 21st Century

Surely, the formula to success is not one of working hard, or involving great brainpower, but of simple fashematics. And what does patent, androgynous shoes + a 1980's vest + a utterly vivacious EDT combining notes of raspberry, rose and vanilla equal? Why, a frickin' queen of the 21st century, of course. The auctions end just five and a bit days from today, so make like Speedy Gonzales and bid on these pieces of awesome over here.

I love these shoes. If I weren't gettin' all intercontinental and moving back to Australia in a week and a bit, I would definitely not be selling them. See them featured (i.e. see me wearing them) here and here.

Addicted

Mmm... Clothes by the kilo. My favourite kind of clothes. I found Garage, on Ahornstraße, to be the best for Berliner vintage. The clothes were relatively inexpensive (if you stuck to the by-the-kilo bit) and if you spent enough time in there, you could be sure to find a few bits and bobs to delight and satisfy your craving. Because everyone has clothes cravings, right? Or is it just me? Like, don't tell my therapist or anything but when I don't go charity shopping for more than two or three days I start to go a bit mad. Okay, not a bit mad, kind of totally crazy, agitated, bored. Go on Tuesdays when it's happy hour (for two hours from 11am) when you only pay €10 per kilo.


I contentedly bounced around the city the next day, dressed up in a well loved fraction of my finds.

Shirt and leggings, both paid by the kilo from Garage.
Patent shoes: From Mauerpark Flohmarkt, a bustling market in Prenzlauer Berg.
Sunnies and bag, both from Eastbourne Charity shops. The sunnies only set me back 50p. Good thing too, considering how many times I have dropped them in the past month.