minimalism

wearing Zoe dress, Zara shoes, vintage purse

sometimes the dress lives longer than the brand.

this is the case, Zoe.

nevermind, i thought 90's calvin klein minimalism would be the best option for the recent presentation at h&m showroom.

AW '12 at H&M

most favourite look (turtleneck!)

lukas has swag

radana and martina going crazy

the upcoming trend collection revive the era so hated by most of the people nowadays.

90's are back. but in that good sporty/minimalistic way.

what else to say.

i am in love.

genius textured hotpants, ankle length trousers with zippers, sweaters of sweatpants gray, turtlenecks poking out, everything crowned with baseball cap.

air max one

dunk sky hi

official press photos

i am more than glad Nike (through Ikonik coolture store) has started to collaborate with local bloggers. the showroom had its door opened for us and new Nike x Liberty collection of sneakers was launched.

but why am i so excited about it?

except of my serious love relationship with my white air force ones my infatuation to this brand lasts from the day when I first saw an ad starring adorable Sofia Boutella. i wanted to be her. i am deadly serious.

in limited edition of sneakers with Liberty's iconic pattern, now available at Ikonik, are for the first time there an Isabel Marant-inspirated wedge shoes - dunk sky hights. nevertheless, for me the best looking ones were air max ones in blue and just a bit of what i would love to challange with my outfits.

as pauline said: from the waist up victoria, from the waist down mel-c.

spicegirlz4eva.

photo by pauline

wearing cheap monday tshirt, h&m leggins, Lunettes berlin sunglasses

i am back from the future salubrious norway.

i've got killing laser.

you probably not.

photo by pauline
wearing h&m trend top, zara trousers, vagabond shoes

the phrase i hate the most

sporty elegance

what the fuck does it mean?
stilletos with track pants are rebellious, sneakers with blazer casual.

by pauline

wearing h&m dress, nike air force 1, h&m sunglasses

hate to iron that dress.

queen adreena - silent undoing

sleek skull sunday
my wasp in a jar.

by radek brousil

two birthday girls.

some                        smiles, gifts, drinks, sweets

ones                         too stupid

to keep the dress code.

in the secret place.

epic parties are epic.

by simone

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