I really enjoy fashion and blogging even more. Why? Because every day I can change into someone else and bring you inspiration that way. Even though over the years my personal style has fully taken shape and I know exactly what suits me and what I feel best in, I like that feeling of occasionally "flying off". Not completely, just in the details of course. Today it will be a flight of fancy thanks to a red beret. A complete trifle, you'll think, but try putting one on and things will happen..
...that day my outfit left almost nobody cold and I kept hearing the sentences: "Oh wow, you look like Little Red Riding Hood", or "Oh wow, you're a total Frenchwoman!" Once again it was confirmed that clothes make the man, and what can I tell you, I had a beret on my head for the first time in my life and if I don't count a visit to Paris a very long time ago, I have actually never been to France.
Do you notice it too? I'm slowly starting to see it as a kind of small social experiment. Whenever I go somewhere in joggers or Converse, everyone automatically addresses me informally, calls me "miss" and even the grocery shop assistant winks at me. As soon as I put on prescription glasses (I'm blind as a mole and can hardly see into the distance) and, heaven forbid, match them with a shirt or a blazer, people are somehow subconsciously more respectful and immediately address me formally. I probably seem very clever or educated to them. And when I get a taste for something trendy and "dress up", I immediately fall into another category. I'm naturally quite a striking type, so it doesn't take much for me to positively scream and provoke. The surroundings mostly look at me with disdain and the signals sent are of the "gold digger" or "lady of leisure" type. This reminds me of a nice anecdote from the past when I was still childless and worked as a fashion stylist. During one working day I was at a shoot borrowing a new collection from the fashion house Alizé, and after several hours of selecting I set off to the car with about 15 bags. As I was walking along Laurinská, a man shouted hatefully at me "You've been shopping, you f***ing so-and-so, haven't you?!" NO COMMENT!.
Clothes may make the person on the outside, but who is under the clothes is hard to say. I don't identify with this proverb at all. I think a person is who they are regardless of how they dress. Only some people think that clothes will make them someone else, prettier, more important, richer or sexier. But whether they themselves believe it is questionable.
Wishing you a lovely Sunday, Little Red Riding Hood. 
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Photo: Tom Loft, Outfit: Red beret: CCC Shoes&Bags, Red and white striped polo neck: Vero Moda, Jeans: Galliano, Prescription glasses: Prada, Fokus Optika, Red handbag: Baldinini, jewellery: Frey Wille Hunderdwasser collection
