• Private XXV | “Generation Beziehungsunfähig” •

• Private XXV | “Generation Beziehungsunfähig” •

Hey, I’ll just say it right now, I’m not looking for something serious, I’m freshly out of a relationship.“
„Hello, nice to match you – by the way, I’m just looking for fun!“
„Looking for a ‘friends with benefits’ – you in?“

I don’t even know when exactly it started – I was obviously way too long in a relationship and missed the moment when humanity decided that the model of a simple relationship of 10 years ago is not cool anymore.

Admittedly, I’m not back in that „dating game“ for so long and to be honest, I’m not doing this excessively – I normally use Tinder while on the toilet when I’m bored, and all those other dating apps are pretty proletarian and therefore aren’t my thing. It really makes me wonder why someone would use Lovoo or Badoo (does everything have to end on double-o?) voluntarily. Tinder is pretty much known as a sex app (someone once told me that the name comes from „Titty Finder“ – I kind of doubt that but it’s not too inappropriate), but it seems to be less full of freaks („fuckbois“ all over instead) and halfway respectable.

Of course, my profile says that someone like me – obviously an old school lady – is not looking for sex dates. I seriously don’t. 90% of my matches aren’t interested in that and they seem to think that I’m a prostitute that doesn’t have to be paid without even saying hello. Okay, no problem, you can „de-match“ these people. The remaining 10% are 8% „pretending to be nice and then I’ll drop the ‘I’m not looking for something serious’ bomb“, 1% total freaks and that’s why they’re single (#sorrynotsorry – there was a guy who wanted to cuddle with me while wearing diapers which he also actually uses) and 1% actual candidates for a first date. But that’s material for another Private post.

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So now there are a few things I keep asking myself:

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• Poppies in Paris •

• Poppies in Paris •

Photos: Jacqueline Filmore

» Nürnberg

Dress: Dolce & Gabbana
High Heels: Chanel
Hat: Frollein von Sofa (custom-made)
Bag: Dior “Lady Dior”
Bracelet: Hermès

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Well, “Poppies in Paris” sounds kind of weird, but sometimes, I’m not as creative with post titles as I’d like to be, haha! But since I called my older posts with this dress “Poppies and Daisies”, I wanted to have the flowers in today’s title – and Paris, it’s obvious, why I chose it. Even though this is clearly not the real Paris and totally not the real Eiffel tower. ;) But it was a lucky find – the whole location had so many surprises for us. We thought we’d go for some contrast with that lady-like dress and choose a not-that-nice background but went around the corner and saw this mini Eiffel tower. And only minutes later, that guy came around with his fancy car. Props to the universe for gifting us with these great picture enhancers for our “last” photo shoot together. “Last”, because it was officially the last one with Jacqueline while living in Franconia, but I’m pretty sure we will see each other again and hopefully create more amazing pictures together – maybe even in Hamburg! ♥

Just in case you want to see the other looks with this dress: “Poppies and Daisies I”“Poppies and Daisies II” and “Poppies and Daisies III” – you can also find them at the end of this blog post, as usual, if there’s material for “style it differently”. And yes, this dress is clearly versatile and was the best dress ever to buy. If I were a dress, I’d be this beautiful one!

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• #BeachBodyNotSorry | Zenaya •

• #BeachBodyNotSorry | Zenaya •

Today’s #BeachBodyNotSorry look is a bit different – first of all, because we shot it in the studio, so there’s no beach or pool around. But I think that’s okay, because it’s mainly about the message I want to spread with my annual project. :)

You may remember the project I shot last year with Sung-Hee, called “Female Diversity”, for which I posed naked – I used them for → this very personal blog post. This time, we went for clothing, even though most of the results are in lingerie. We’ve decided to work on underwear shots that are not primarily supposed to be sexy and/or erotic, which is not that easy to shoot when you’re wearing hot stuff, but I think we created some amazing pictures and you will get to see a few of them in some upcoming posts (still has to fit somehow, right?). 

I think, this one is my last #BBNS post for 2018, cause I won’t really be able to shoot that soon – there’s still some chaos because of moving, I really need to find a photographer and I didn’t bring new stuff to shoot. It’s gonna be interesting how everything will develop, blog-wise. And I hope that next year, I’ll be able to show you more beachwear again. 

Today’s photos are a bit different than the others I’ve been using for my project, but I think that’s just what makes them even more special and interesting. Sitting as a fat woman is so often a problem for many, but why is that? Just because we look even fatter when we sit and our bellies keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (I had to… :D)? Everybody has belly rolls when they sit. Everybody looks a bit more like a little Buddha while sitting, especially all crippled on the floor at the beach. What’s the use of deciding not to sit down cause people could see you’re fat? Is it really worth it to try and hide yourself with all forces? Whether you’re standing or sitting, you’re still the same person and when you’re fat, you’re fat. That is that. Nothing bad about this, nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just a fact. And it’s still just an adjective. Even if you can see it and others can see it too. People who actually believe that they have any right to say something, should rather go eff themselves. Maybe we, the fat people, should actually start answering this instead of being ashamed and feeling sorry for our existence, even if that’s not polite at all. But is it polite to tell someone else he or she is disgusting? Or laugh about them? Or point at them with your fingers and whispering something to your friends? Think about it. And then choose to spread some love instead. Did I just contradict my own idea of telling mean people to go eff themselves? YES, I DID. Because: maybe smiling at them and wishing them a lovely day is a better answer to hate. And maybe it makes them think about the shit they just did. Maybe it will change their day, their view on other people. Maybe it won’t change nothing at all. But know that you just proved that you’re not on their low level of no acceptance and no tolerance. And that’s waaaay better. ♥

Photos: Sung-Hee Seewald

» München (Studio)

Swimsuit: Agent Provocateur “Zenaya”

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