So it’s four degrees and raining in Berlin. Which is better than minus ten and snowing, I guess. And I won’t complain, because I’ve just had three weeks in the sun. No, I won’t complain at all.
But I’ve forgotten how to dress for this kind of weather, when it also happens to be fashion week, and I happen to want to look not completely drab. Then I met Silke and, well, basically I wanted to steal her trousers. Aren’t they amazing? Such a great colour. I noticed them from a mile away – like a ray of sunshine, when the next summer seems as far away as Sydney.
Right. I’m going back to my closet now, putting on every bit of colour I can find…
*Thanks, Silke, for stopping in the pouring rain!