Heavens, was it bleak in Berlin today. Bleak and freezing. Not the kind of weather you hope for on the first day of fashion week, an event that you don't want to show up to in a snow suit, even if that's what you really want to wear. I certainly did this morning. But then I ran into Mirjana. And what a lovely sight she was in a camel coat, soft pink scarf [...]

When I went to London a few weeks ago, I spent a couple of hours one afternoon people-watching in front of Somerset House. After a little while an older lady approached me. She had accidentally walked into the courtyard and was wondering what all the commotion was about, why all these people were posing for pictures. "Are they trying to be discovered as models." [...]

Oh, London. We hadn't see each other in too long. I'd almost forgotten how dear you are to me. You reminded me again this weekend. When I picked up two pounds of Weekend Guardian in the morning and the news agent called me "luv", six times in one minute. When I had afternoon tea at Liberty. When I bit into a scone with clotted cream. When a Martini tasted [...]

Last time I ran into Elinor, I didn't have my camera with me. This time? I came better prepared. Thankfully! Because her outfit that day - just as every time I meet her - captured perfectly what Scandinavian style is about for me: laid-back, playful, but always polished. With a way of making neutrals look, well, cool. Because I can't think of a better word [...]

I've never given much thought to my freckles. They're just there. And they're everywhere, mostly on my face and my arms. It always suprises me when someone says they'd like to have some, too. I do kind of like that my skin works as a weather report - you can tell how many hours of sunshine a day has had by looking at the tip of my nose. Still, I'd rather [...]