A pale lavender turtleneck merino, layered beneath an explosion of colour in African wax print, topped with my Grandma’s vintage fur and a pair of metallic gold shoes.
I know what you’re thinking: I look like an adult in a 5-year-old’s party outfit, and to be honest, that’s exactly how I feel. I want to leap and twirl (there’s a layer of tulle underneath the skirt) and I can’t help but have an extra bounce in my step—it’s like I’m celebrating my birthday on every outing!
The dress was part of the SS15 ‘Siamese Dreaming’ collection by Spanish fashion designer Celia Bernardo who stocks her label, CeliaB, in trendy Shangai, Japan, Germany, Dubai and Spain. Celia travels the globe in search of amazing fabrics from which to construct garments inspired by her Spanish heritage, and there is no limit to the incredible eclectic mix of patterns and textures that she pulls together. The label is only 4-years-old, and this year, Celia won the Editor’s Choice Award after showing at Shanghai Fashion Week.
I first discovered CeliaB on Instagram, having spotted Leaf Greener—stylist and former fashion editor of Elle China—in one of Celia’s designs. I instantly fell in love with the combination of colours and kooky style (I’m always on the hunt for new pieces that I can’t buy locally).
I wore this dress to #NZFW (although didn’t get around to shooting it onsite) and it’s also been a favourite cheer-me-up over winter—I have a creative job so I even wear it to work. With a warmer layer underneath I don’t need to cover it up in order to stay warm, but I look forward to wearing it on its own in the coming months.
I’m not sure if I’ve confused you with this outfit, but I can tell you that I definitely see at least three personalities when I look inside my wardrobe; there’s the tomboy, the shy anxious introvert who battles it out on a daily basis with the outspoken, slightly off-beat girl who excels at putting her foot in it. She’s an off-the-wall kind of gal who talks non-stop and loves to dance around the lounge breaking out into hip-hop moves, and occasionally, sings as if performing the worst kind of opera imaginable—purely for the horrified facial expressions of those around her.
I may not be smiling (I cannot for the life of me, smile on cue) but this is the kind of outfit that makes me happy from the inside-out.
Photography by Howard Sly, edited by me.