I have been in 100% ADHD rabbit brain mode for the last week, i.e., unable to concentrate on much and distracted by the slightest flicker in the corner of my mind/eye. I WISH I could be super cool and fashion and be able say that this is because I’ve been busy-busy-busy with LFW but the truth is I haven’t even been to one LFW related event. Oops! I guess my utter excitement and self-absorption about going to Berlin with – and also to visit – some of my favourite people in the world has eclipsed any other possible event (no matter how significant) orbiting the periphery of my little sphere of existence.
Not that I actually even feel bad about it. Forget AW10 because damn you weather! I’m still wearing AW09. Let’s talk AW10 when SS10 becomes a part of my daily routine, ok ja? Plus it takes a lot of time and mental energy to sartorially prepare for a mini-break when you have to contend with not checking in luggage as well as adverse weather conditions. As my friend Liz warned me:

See what I have to deal with here?? Tricky, especially when Ugg boots are never an option.
Anyway!! Because of all this, I have to admit that I simply don’t have anything even bordering on interesting or particularly insightful to say this week… However, I’ve been wanting to share these photos from the Swash SS10 lookbook for a while, and now seems like the perfect opportunity to do just that.






What do I need to say really? No matter how many times I look at these photos, I can never grow tired of the unashamed prettiness (pretty without the saccharine, mind) and the impish whimsy behind the clothes, the illustrated hot air balloons, the styling, the make up and general art direction… EVERYTHING! The collection is named ‘Dream Machine’ and I would quite happily wear any given piece from the collection, with or without spandex, in Berlin or in London, SS10, AW11 or now. Bottom line is: everything is good.
On that positive note, goodbye! I won’t be updating the blog whilst I am away so hopefully by the time I come back, I will have recovered my brain and be armed with lots of observations about Berlin (minimal) fashion and maybe even have some streetstyle photos of how the Berliners negotiate hostile pavement situations in style (minus Uggs)?? Promises, promises! I’ll see you all when I return from my tiny adventure and land via Dream Machines back in E8…

Different types of Dream Machines: Where nightmares are sired.