About dungarees and its history.

This summer was or is all about dungarees. Since Switzerland isn't the most fashionable place on earth, or at least it's not as fashionable where I live, I searched long time for my perfect jeans dungarees.
But I finally found them! Although not in Switzerland - in Italy.

When I first wore them to school on Monday, right when school started again, everybody in my class looked at me like 'what the hell is she wearing'.  Like I already mentioned the place where I live is not fashionable in the original sense, you're like over-dressed with a pair of dungarees here, but honestly, I don't give a damn.

But - don't missunderstand me! There actually are people who dress very fashionable here too, just that everyone other doesn't understand that it is fashion then. Sounds a bit complicated maybe, to sum up I can say that if you don't want that people talk about you where I live, you better dress lovely but also really simple.

A quick journey through Paris. Part I.

«Paris is always a good idea.» 

- Audrey Hepburn 

Okay. I'm literally, deeply, madly, crazy, hopeless in love with Paris.

If you've read the "Lory's Story' page"  on my blog (well, I don't think you did) you might know that my aunt lives there directly on the Champs Elysées, and I visit her once in a year. 

Paris is the biggest inspiration I've ever seen in my life. I love the buildings, the people, the mentality, the chicness, the fashion.. just everything. Except the food and the weather of course. The food is awful. 

When I first visited Paris a few years ago, the love to fashion as a real art grew inside of me. 

I don't really have the words to describe what this city does to me, but it's the reason I'm obsessed with fashion and books about fashion.

So if my parents ever complain about me spending a fortune for books about the story of fashion.. well.. blame my aunt with her apartment on the Champs Elysées.

Anyways, I went there several times now, but I'm amazed by this city every. single. time.

So I'd like to show you my few days in Paris with this (and other one or two posts which will come later).  The weather was actually amazing (30 degrees every day, it was unbelievable hot), which was a real surprise because it rained everytime I went to Paris except this time.

About confessions and cropped shorts

Dear readers, I'm glad I'm still alive. I can't move anymore, I can't hear a thing, my voice flew away, my body hurts, I'm terribly tired. And I'm terribly happy.

I think we all have something or someone we secretly love, but are too embarrassed to admit it. I'm not talking about a crush or something.. but things like actors, or bands, or singers.
Although I think there is nothing to be ashamed of, it sounds probably a bit strange that I went to a One Direction concert yesterday.
I wouldn't call me a Directioner or something, but I like their music and the way they simply are. And I have to admit that the concert was dope. I mean, really dope.

I imagined being surrounded by many twelve-year-old-girls.. but what I found there was a totally different thing: Everybody was as old or even older than me. I met many people there, and we even got friends! The people were really amazing there.

But.. Did you ever waited 10 hours in line for a big concert, standing?