Since moving to Copenhagen I’ve felt more at ease with…
We all have those members in our close knit circles of family and friends who we look up to, and more often than not we model ourselves after. I definitely felt the strong angsty phase of died hair and emo music my older sisters went through weighing on my style choices through my teen years. Looking back I did not look older or cooler as was my intention when copying them, I resembled more of an awkwardly lanky pale pre-teen in ill fitting black clothes and a side fringe. Something I often regret to this day, and actively try to erase out of my memory. Sarcasm however still remains my best friend.
The one woman who has probably single handedly shaped my love for the art behind clothes, and the importance of the sense of personal style rather than fading trends however ended up being my mother. Who in turn no doubt got her keen sense of chic from her mother, but she’s another lady who deserves her own style file.
From her laid-back chic sense of style (doing it before it was cool in Copenhagen), and her ability to mix any kind of mood into her personal repertoire my amazing mom is the veteran of not compromising personal style for a fleeting trend. In honour of her birthday here is an homage to the incredible sense of fashion that has shaped my love for the art form.
Paljon Paljon Onnea Äiti !
PHOTOS COURTESY OF THE FLOOD IN MY CHILDHOOD HOME BASEMENT