This is the season of sweatshirts. As someone said it perfectly: “Am I wearing a bra? Who knows. Am I wearing what I wore to bed under it? Maybe.” Someone else admitted to me that Latvians are winter people. Apparently in summer they wither like flowers and come back to life only when it gets colder again. I believe the truth is somewhere in between.
Anyhow it’s a minute before another weekend, that time when we like to take it easy. Same goes to weekend clothing. Ecattus here have put together the collection Slow Motion inspired from the peace and calm that usually kicks in around 5PM Friday afternoon and lasts until Sunday’s night. Also, think of long Christmas holidays of never ending food, movies and laziness. Can’t say I’m not looking forward to these days, I really can’t.
Get the collection here.
Kādu laiciņu jau turpinās džemperu jeb sweatshirts sezona. Kā noklausījos kādu sakām: “Vai man apakšā ir krūšturis? Kas to lai zina. Vai zem džempera man ir drēbes, ar kurām eju gulēt? Varbūt.” Tikmēr kāds cits man atzina, ka latvieši ir ziemotāji. Vasarā viņi novīst kā puķes, lai atkal atžirgtu tikai tad, kad kļūst vēsāks. Taisnība noteikti ir pa vidu.
Jebkurā gadījumā līdz nedēļas nogalei nav tālu. Tas ir laiks, kad daudz kas kļūst mazsvarīgs un apģērbam jābūt tādam, lai par to nav daudz jādomā. Tieši laikā būs Ecattus jaunā kolekcija Slow Motion, kas iedvesmu smēlusies no iknedēļas miera, kas iestājas ap pieciem piektdienas pēcpusdienā un beidzas svētdienas vakarā. Kā arī nevar aizmirst par tuvojošos Ziemassvētku laiku – filmu, ēšanas un nekā nedarīšanas sezonu. Neteikšu, ka to negaidu.
Kolekciju var iegādāties šeit.
Foto: Lera Monhait
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