When given the opportunity to be in Berlin for a couple of weeks to write for Fabwick – to be inspired by the edgy wardrobes and write about the scene, a fashion girl likes to look her best. If her wardrobe is born to be used because of the investment she has put into it – and her Lanvin pieces scream to be packed into her overloaded, overcharged suitcase and she has packed more stilettos than underwear, it can be a challenge to travel in a city like Berlin that doesn’t really support stilettos. Because I loathe cone and kitten heels – I was in no way prepared to see more cones and kittens in three days, than I thought I would in a lifetime. Once I saw the capri’s and the cones, the tivas and the muumuus, I started to feel a bit funny inside, not balanced at all, as if I were on a ship. I stumbled in my runway Prada platforms on the pebbles on my way to the Café am Engelbecken. My Missoni coat got torn on a roughly finished bench and the waitress at the café spilled coffee on my white Chanel messenger bag. I thought to myself, this feels like fashion homicide.

All I wanted to do was to sit at this beautiful café overlooking a lovely pond, where the East was separated from the West, and write my first column for Fabwick. I had been so eagerly anticipating finally getting the opportunity to be a bit like Carrie Bradshaw. If Bradshaw ever felt like she was wearing Patchouli in a roomful of Chanel. I felt like a harassed Chanel whore at Woodstock.

This is when a fashion girl needs to adjust, and I’m not in any way suggesting following the crowd, but fashion is both comfort and culture. I paid my bill for the coffee and over-tipped the waitress, like a true fashion girl does, and ran home to the apartment.

I pulled out the paint spilled jeans I had worn in Iceland for horse back riding (washed them in the sink and watched them dry), pulled out my nude Chanel flats and put graffiti stickers (that came with an art event ticket) on the logos, grabbed a man’s linen shirt from H&M, poured bleach on it, tore an old Missoni skirt and made it into a turban. No make- up. Just bright orange lipstick and my vintage Lanvin sunglasses. I jumped on the U-bahn to see Bodies in Urban Spaces (featured in the Art section).