This spring feels different for me fashion-wise, and honestly, I think it’s because this is the first season where I actually understand what truly suits me. If you missed my blog post about finding your personal color blueprint, definitely read it because it completely changed the way I look at clothes, makeup, jewelry and overall style. Once I figured out my color type, suddenly everything started making sense. I realized I naturally look and feel better in soft muted tones like dusty rose, ivory, olive green, cream, blue-gray and gentle pink shades, and surprisingly, I stopped buying black almost completely. For years I thought black was the safest and most elegant option, but now I can clearly see that softer colors make me look more alive, fresher and honestly more like myself. My wardrobe this spring is basically turning into one big palette of muted pinks and soft neutrals and I am completely obsessed with it.

I’ve been ordering pieces lately (from Vinted mostly!) that really reflect the kind of style I genuinely enjoy instead of just trends I see online. I love this mix of minimalism with personality. A little bit boho, a little bit hippie, a little bit old money elegance, but still very personal through accessories, jewelry and the small details that make an outfit feel individual. And honestly, at 36 I finally feel like I’m becoming who I was always supposed to be, not only as a person but fashion-wise too. There’s something really freeing about understanding yourself better and no longer trying to fit into aesthetics that never fully felt natural. I want my outfits to feel effortless, soft, feminine and lived in, not overly styled or forced. Right now the weather still doesn’t fully allow me to wear all these spring outfits outside yet, so for now this is more of a little preview of the vibe before actual spring arrives. If you want to see more, check out my Instagram for fashion reels or TikTok where I’ve been posting outfits together with little quotes and thoughts I’ve been loving lately. Now let me show you the vibe before spring finally catches up with my wardrobe. 🌷

XO, Zuzi 💋

There’s something about French girls that feels almost unfair. As if they were born with a quiet manual the rest of us never received. They somehow know how to look great even on their worst days. Feminine without trying to be sexy. Chic without being polished. Magnetic without being loud. No heavy makeup, no performance, no urgency to be desired – just presence.

Lately, that presence has become my icon. My current ideal. The nonchalant French girl who knows exactly what she’s doing and doesn’t need anything fake to feel bomb. 💣 It didn’t really start with a haircut, but the haircut made it visible. My hair was damaged, tired, overworked, so I cut it. A refresh on the surface, but underneath it felt like a reset. A quiet decision to let go of something that no longer felt like me.

In therapy, my therapist asked why the change, why the cut. I gave her the practical answer first – damaged hair, a need for refresh. Then the real one followed almost without thinking: I don’t feel like a sex symbol anymore, I feel like a French girl. She smiled and said it was interesting, because French girls somehow just know how to look feminine and magnificent even without makeup. And that, she said, is a sex symbol itself.

That sentence stayed with me. Somewhere along the way, we got it wrong. We learned that femininity had to be loud, perfected, exaggerated, consumable. That being desirable meant being constantly on, constantly performing softness, beauty, effort. Filtered, polished, explained. We didn’t lose our sensuality – we outsourced it. Overthought it. We got lobotomized.

The French girl doesn’t ask for permission to be attractive. She doesn’t chase validation or perform confidence. She doesn’t try to be effortless – she simply allows things to be a little undone. She walks, exists, lets herself take up space without apology. And that’s exactly where I find myself right now.

I’ve been strolling through Prague with a new camera, capturing small moments – a coat falling just right, messy hair in cold air, a beret, reflections in windows, quiet streets. No posing, no trying, just observing. Just being. I think I’ve found myself in this look, in this energy. Less “look at me,” more “I know.” Less sex symbol, more woman. And paradoxically, that feels more powerful than anything I’ve worn before.

I met an old friend the other day. We chatted for a bit, nothing deep, just life in passing. And when we said goodbye, he paused, looked at me, and said: “Wow, I love this era for you. Very ‘I cut my hair and remembered who I am.’ Chic, reflective, a little rebellious. Very French-girl-who-knows.” And honestly, that might be the most accurate mirror I’ve been handed in a long time.

XO, Zuzi

You know when you have an outfit all picked out, ready for the stylish weekend... and then the sky decides it’s not on your side? Yeah, that was me this weekend. I had this look lined up for a cute outing, maybe a stroll, maybe a little espresso date. But nope, the rain came down like it was something personal (you OK, heaven?). But did that stop me? Pfft. Please. As if.
Cue: fashion moment, but make it indoors. 🔥

This week, I met up with my fellow content creator friend for a little coffee date and cute snaps — just how we like it. We specifically met up with the plan to take some nice analog pics, and oh my god, we ended up at the most wonderful Japan-themed café in Prague 6 called Café SOFA. We had never been there before, and I’m telling you — it was the best decision. The space? Super spacious and cozy, you literally get your own little bubble at your table. It didn’t feel crammed or loud at all. The staff was kind, and I ordered a sakura strawberry matcha which was just as dreamy as it looks! 🌸🍓💚 Total 10/10 experience for a first visit. (Play this as you scroll — it’s the vibe.)

Hello my lovely readers! 💛

Today is officially the warmest day of the year so far — a glorious 29°C (that’s 84°F for my American friends!) — and I could feel the summer just begging to be welcomed. Naturally, I reached for an outfit that perfectly matches this energy: sunny, soft, fresh, and just a little bit playful.