Now that I am no longer squating at my boyfriend's apartment, I get to not only enjoy my own space and free time, but also the dearly missed walk of shame. You know, when you decide to sleep over after a Friday out on the town and get to walk home the next day wearing the outfit you wore the night before, with makeup dripping down your face, and in this lovely case, in the pouring rain with a broken umbrella. Just like the good old days.
I should have known it was going to be a doozy of an evening by the antics on the ubahn on my way to meet friends — there I was just sitting quietly minding my own business and these crazy kids are having a moving party dance all around me. Oh Berlin, you are a city like none other. And yes, that is a stereo in a baby carriage with a disco ball. And yes, it is perfectly acceptable to drink and blast techno music in transit if you please.
When I first posted about Alexa Chung for Madewell, I said that I wouldn´t spend the couple hundred it costs for one of the pieces, even though I did really like them all. But since seeing this little number on Rachel Bilson, I may have changed my mind. Too bad everything is sold out and that looking like Rachel Bilson doesn´t come with purchase.
WARNING: This is too long for a blog entry. I know, but I really like my dad.
I missed last weekend's roundup as my dad arrived in Berlin on Monday and I haven't had time to post anything but fashion tidbits since. I took some time off work to hang out with my pops and although you would think that would mean a little r&r, nope, not with that guy. Getting older means slowing down for some people, right? Well, my Dad is keeping up if not leading the best of us when it comes to getting the most out of a city in a small amount of time. He and his little map took me to historical parts of Berlin I never even knew existed and I was a tourist once again. Sorry to all my friends who have visited, apparently you did not get the whole tour.
We ended up walking around so much that by the end (or maybe even middle) of each day my feet hurt and my legs ached, yet I woke up early (even earlier than I would for work!) and did it again each day. Minus the clubs and bars, my Dad pretty much saw all you can see in this fair city. And fair it actually was — the four days my Dad was here were sunny and warm, probably the best weather Berlin has seen in months. Can you believe it? Up until the day my Dad arrived, it had been gray and rainy and has of course gone back to it since he left. I can just hear what he will say to me every time I complain about the terrible Berlin weather from now on... But I wouldn't take it back for a second, I think we ate almost every one of our meals outside. I even got to wear my favorite article of clothing, shorts!
But by the time he left on Friday I was completely exhausted, physically and emotionally, and just sad to see him go. Sometimes after a parent visits there is a sense of relief when you can go back to your life and quit entertaining, conforming, justifying, clarifying (or whatever mode your 'rents force you into). But even though we get on each others' nerves only the way family can, having my dad around gave me a kind of happiness I don't get too often here in Berlin — the pure comfort and trust of having known someone forever. We talked about family, life, politics, love, all with the city of Berlin as our backdrop. If there is anyone who is looking out for me in this world, it is certainly my dad. He (and the rest of my family) mean more to me than just about anyone and this trip meant a lot for us both in many ways.
Not only was it the first time in my adult life that my dad spent four days in my world, my world happens to be a world that collides with his in a way that none of us would have ever expected a few years ago. While we were here my dad got to see the apartment his mother grew up in before she escaped Germany during WWII when she was just 13 years old. We all wish we knew more about her time with her parents as a young girl, but those memories were not often shared. Seeing the home and the city where they took place was an obviously emotional event for my dad, and it would have never happened if his daughter hadn't of fallen in love with a German and decided to move to her grandmother's hometown. Funny how some things come full circle. And on that note, my Dad also got to meet my boyfriend for the first time...and it went better than I ever could have expected. In my Dad's words "I am so happy that Megan found such a good fellow." Yup, my dad is the kind of guy who says "fellow" and I love him for that, among many other things. Here is a peek at his trip and what I wore of course.
My step mom, the lovely Jackie, joined us for a day before she went to Sweden to visit a friend.
The German History Museum
The Holocaust Memorial
My dad in front of his mom's home in Charlottennburg.
You can take the S-Bahn 30 minutes and be at beautiful lake like Schlachtensee.
Shorts in Victoria Park! Boots and blazer (Thrift Town San Francisco), white silk shirt (thrifted NYC), pleated khaki shorts (thrifted NYC), brown bag (thrifted Humana at Alexanderplatz), sunglasses (Neukölln Flea Market)
Maybe I am biased, but I always find London Fashion Week a little (a lot) bit blaah compared to New York. But even though I wasn't able to like enough to do a Top Ten, I did manage to find a few lust-worthy lines to well, lust after. I actually wore an outfit similar to that orange Paul Smith shirt dress recently (note: must take more outfit pics) and I have always loved pattern against pattern, especially florals.
Also, now that we are in the thick of Milan, I am sure all you fashion bloggers are counting down the minutes to Miu Miu just like I am. I mean last S/S was everyone's favorite. Oh yeah, here's London...
I know, I know, how trendy can I get? But I want one and have been searching for awhile now. Sadly I used to have one, but it was lost in the great pre-Berlin clothing purge. Even so, it wouldn´t be warm enough for the German winter on the horizon.
I have such a hard time when it comes to coats, I have never owned the perfect one for winter. I always end up buying a bunch of cheap used ones that are not quite right and end up hating them by the time the winter is over (maybe for other reasons?). Finding the right style and the fit is harder for me then finding a pair of well-fitting jeans. So this year, I am on a mission to find the perfect coat and I am not giving in before I do. I have already turned down a few I might have bought before, because they were not absolutely perfect. I am liking this cape coat found worn by German blogger Golestanah — it is from Zara so it`s doable but it also might not be warm enough and I always prefer to buy vintage if possible. Have you found the perfect coat?
My new roommate is from New Zealand and my new-ish favorite-ish designer is from their too. Coincidence, I think not! It seems that these New Zealand designers are just nailing it. Especially since they are showing fall clothes at New Zealand Fashion Week right now, and hey, it´s fall. I want to wear them all! Especially everything from TwentySevenNames: cream dresses, black capes, chunky sweaters, sheer collared shirts, shirts, bow ties....Isn´t it like Alexa Chung for Madewell but better?
I know I have already told you about my need for a pair of brown oxfords, but I have quite possibly scoured every thrift/vintage/second hand in Berlin and still nothing! It really looks I might have to fork out the cash to get a new pair (possibly from Zara?) because the desire to dress my feet like a little man is just not going away, and just a black pair is not cutting it. I mean, if these girls can have them, why can't I?
And speaking of dapper gents, my pops just arrived in Berlin and I couldn't be happier. I just got back from a lovely dinner on the river with him and my stepmom and I am feeling engulfed in the warmth of missed loved ones, which is all I could ask for on this chilly Berlin night.
Just a little Dazed and Confused delight for your Monday morning: shorts, knee socks, the beginning of summer and senior year, not to mention a party at the moon tower in the works...nothing better than that now is there?
NEW DELHI, India—George Harrison, John Lennon, and spouses at Delhi Palam airport on their way to meet the Maharishi Mahesh. From left to right: Pattie Boyd Harrison, George Harrison, John Lennon, and Cynthia Lennon, 1968.