Ennui II

As sequal to my luxury logo series, a blurred stalker view on the people of London. Their hidden secrets, affairs and suspicious business. What else to do on an 1h bus ride?
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Right Or Wrong

You nasty girl, you nasty, you trashy. You classless girl, you sleazy, you freaky... Revealing skin in summer, yes we like this. But there is ways to do it right (above) and ways to do it wrong (below).
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Image credits Dana Lauren Goldstein

Purple Elephant

You can ride them. You can feed them.
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Dinosaurs

They are alive!
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Pussy Trash

Like the swine flu it spreads everywhere. Not always in its prettiest form. Unfortunately. One more evidence for the fact that kitten love is one of the most difficult balance acts in fashion. The brave step forward.
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The Beauty And The Beast

Cheap Monday Spring/Summer 2009 vs. German White Trash

There's always a fine line between good trash and bad trash. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Acid wash is a nice example: usually it doesn't work if you actually think the clothes you wear are beautiful.
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L'Adrénaline

Hussein Chalayan: Amazing overknee leather strap boots, plastic corsets, cropped tuxedos, paper dresses, pure constructivism and perfection. I found love.
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Reality Check

Horst knows: Not every girl is a Heidi or a 90s woman. But when boobs and belly create something new, a unity, he also knows to appreciate this kind of beauty. Breast feeding needs so much more than silicone, it's all about being natural.
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My Moon My Man

Maybe a man can carry the world. But his knock-knees could become a problem to accomplish this mission.
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London Couture

Romain Kremer Spring/Summer 2008? Or maybe Jeremy Scott? Did we miss a trend? A fabulous new collection? Or is it just Camden Market trash? One thing is for sure, everyone in the city is wearing the matching yellow shopping bags.
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Club Tropicana

Frankfurt strikes back. With this wonderful couple wearing patterns that are sugar for your eyes. He represents the island and the sea, she chose the role of the bamboo. I wish more people would thoughtfully reflect on a perfect matching outfit.
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Can't Touch This

It's not my fault. I am not asking people to show parts of their body no one wants to see. It just happens. I am not mean. I am just there and coincidentally have a camera with me. That's all. That's reality. If you wanna complain, I am not the complaint department.
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A Moment Like This

Once there was a granny. Relaxing and sunbathing in front of the window of a well-known design shop. Maybe she had a mental disorder. Maybe not. But one thing is for sure: she's a lady. A lady with style. A lady with manners. A lady with a smile on her face. No matter how hard life is. No matter how stupid people are starring at her. And last but not least: no matter how expensive the chair is she's sitting on. She's the next generation of a display dummy.
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Sexy Back

Before I jump onto the plane to follow Lynn, I want to show you what I will leave behind:


German television



The hottest street look right now: back pack

Lynn says: "Especially Eastpack still is ultra hip. Germans are always recognised due to them or thanks god to their outdoor rain repellent clothes. Always candy for your eyes on Stockholms streets. Oh, and not to forget the more fashion ones who wear bootcut jeans." Surely, there will be more to discover about those "Deutschländer Würstchen"...
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Last Minute Shopping

Hi there. For me, Horst, the German dream of a man, flying to a foreign country is very exciting. Especially when I am not in company of my breathtaking beautiful friend Lynn. But I decided to suprise her with a little arrival-gift. After leaving the office I went straight to my favorite shopping place. I thought about something funny and sexy, a pair of comic socks perhaps...? I quickly found, what I was looking for. But then, this wonderful woman appeared and catched me right away with her sleek sense for fashion. I really adore her, you will surely understand. But I had not the courage to talk to her... sometimes I hate myself. Will I ever see her again?
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