Why is it really hard to dress smartly in winter?
"Come on, let's go out!" My girlfriend Michelle wrote to me last Saturday. A sentence that you normally do not have to worry about. But I was scared. Because the hidden message behind these simple four words and about which you have to worry about it or not, as soon as you with a flippant "Sure!" is the following: going out implies choosing clothing that is not commonplace. Clothes that set me apart from the crowd, which - depending on the nightlife location - should be nonchalant, elegant or sexy. Never careless. At least not if you understand that going under what my girlfriend Michelle usually means.
Going out means cleaning up, overturning a shell that pushes self-confidence. A cocoon of coolness, openness and femininity paired with wit, looseness and a tiny drop of uniqueness.
That's exactly what I just can not do in winter.
Winter is not my time in fashion
In winter it is drafty. It is cold. It is wet. It can rain or snow any moment. To do this, my skin tightens from the too-dry heating air. It's so dry in parts that I have to cream every ten minutes if I do not want to sit there scratching like a dog visiting a flea circus. Winter is simply not my fashionable season. I would like to skip these months and I can only endure them because I have my birthday in them.
As a child, I found winter awesome. Snowsuit on, out in the garden. Or completely different: dress box from mom on, dressed in a funny costume, great costume jewelery, a little bit schminki-schminki and already set the feeling of satisfaction. I did not care if I could slip. Pah, cold? I did not know as a child. I thought it was raining, because afterwards the puddles formed, into which one could jump so nicely.
Please not only comfortable and warm!
Today, far from my childhood, I sometimes wish back this simplicity and carefreeness. I usually like to hang up, trying to dress unusually. Today, with this outfit made of transparent tulle dress over a pair of jeans and my pink pea coat jacket, I managed to do a little better. I got glances. In my native Munich you are a colorful dog. But that was a crazy fashion day of 90, counting the winter months of December, January and February together. For the remaining 89 days, for a few years now, there has been nothing but the credo: "It must be comfortable and warm". Is not that awful? Comfortable and warm !!! I am so typically German, it is almost unbearable. German fashion stands for comfort, for functionality. The French have their sexy undone-ness, the Italians forbid their feminine elegance. The Germans have multifunctional jackets.
At least I have not come this far, but I could walk around in jeans, hoodie and sneakers or simple ankle boots all the time. This is as far removed from fashionable sophistication as Donald Trump from a policy that is best for his people.
How many times have I written as a fashion editor about how easy it is to grab the right parts in the morning in front of the wardrobe. How stupid that I can not do that right now. I know, there are really great things hanging in there, some even with the price tag. No, no closet corpses, but fashion that I really like to wear, but for which I just was not in the mood. Because I lack the light. The sun. The thermometer indicating at least a 15.
The Einigel principle
I admire the women who show on Instagram even at minus degrees colorful dresses, unusual suits of culotte and bare ankles or the latest styles of fashion chains that look as if they were copied directly from the editorials of fashion magazines. No feeling of coldness. No chilblains. No boredom. Only I feel it, when I look down at myself. Maybe it's because I spend a lot of time in the home office because of my independence and have no real inspiration through contact with colleagues and people on the street. Or is it the one-piece principle that gains strength with the increasing number of my years in the world?
If there were hormone injections that increase my fashion libido, I would give it a try. But because they are probably never invented, I have only one choice. Endure. Keep up. To exercise patience. Until spring brings my fashion hormone levels back into balance and even without Viagra makes my looks again small highlights.
