From month to month, Stockholm-based Verona Farrell of Secondhandhuns scours and snapshots the best style throughout our region's streets (and hottest parties) for Vogue Scandinavia – sharing her musings along the way. This time round, Farrell has been sprinting towards all the well-dressed strangers in Copenhagen to capture the best style during fashion week
For photographer Lina and creative producer and writer Laura, the fun of fashion week lies in having the freedom to wear whatever the hell they want, the kind of people that give the same amount of fucks (none) about whether a bare leg and a beanie makes sense.
They tell me about the joy in mingling with new and old friends during the bi-annual, fabulous traveling circus that is fashion month. For Lina, “It's always like a big class meeting”. As a content creator usually connecting on social media, she finds fashion week to be “more social and less media”.
Fashion writer Jules Herández.
My toxic trait? At any given moment, I can exit a conversation with a quick mumble about someone’s cool outfit and start sprinting toward a well-dressed stranger. For those who know me, it’s a slightly inconvenient but excused tick. For those who don’t, I have a staring problem and a strange addiction to rejection therapy.
Having wrapped up my street-style spotting for the week and in a mad rush to grab some food before catching the train back to Stockholm, I clocked the recognisable strut of someone fabulous in the corner of my eye. After a quick glance at Herández, I realized it was unavoidable. The fit was too good. And so, I looked at my hungry, patient boyfriend and said one more time “give me five minutes” and darted in her direction.
On returning I gave my usual run-down, “Fashion writer, flew in from Puerto Rico, nice girl”.
Finnish influencer and DJ Aino Collin (left) and Swedish influencer Olivia Halle (right) serving 1920s chimney sweeper with a Chanel obsession.
French designer Wisnel Fils Milien wears his own brand Wisnel Milien. .
London girl Olivia Liddle.
Models Ava Kalitowski and Joshua Boniface.
For this British pair, Copenhagen Fashion Week is the friendliest fashion week of them all, with Kalitowski saying “everyone is just a little nicer here” when comparing it to the other fashion capitals. Being their first time in Scandinavia, both looked forward to unearthing a whole new schedule of brands they were not yet acquainted with. Unsurprisingly, the Rotate show was top of the list, and reasonably so having been promoted to the closing show in the schedule.
Model and newly-established Copenhagener Vladyslav Riich.
Every fashion week, I make one new friend who becomes a constant in my life for those few days. This season, model and newly-established Copenhagener Vladyslav Riich was my victim. Well travelled and definitely well dressed, he grew up between Ukraine and South Korea and these days doesn’t like to live anywhere for more than a year. Period.
Han Kjøbenhavn show-goers.
If there were an award for the most on-brand show-goers, it would go to the crowd at Han Kjøbenhavn. Upon entry, a mosaic of bold, dark shapes swarmed the doors guarded by overstimulated PR girls attempting to find seats for VIPs in near-total darkness.
After the models stomped off the runway to a high-pitched siren, the unofficial runway began: the brand’s cult community convering around their own shared interpretation of creative director Jannik Wikkelsø Davidsen’s vision.
Photo: Jere Viinikainen
Photo: Heidi Jones
Each fashion week, I embark on a delusional process that consistently leads to a frantic packing experience.
In the weeks leading up, I imagine myself as someone who will meticulously plan outfits and pack with intention. I then like to procrastinate until 1AM the night before, so that my only choice is to abandon any semblance of planning altogether. I do this every single fashion week without fail, resulting in a few self-inflicted tantrums and a heightened likelihood of dressing exclusively in black.
Some favourite outfit moments from this season included a hand-made fox fur jacket from Stockholm-based design graduate Amanda Rascka, a fits-everything Mulberry Meadow bag and a pair of Morja's loafers that offered my blistered trotters a well deserved recovery time throughout the week.
I celebrated my last day in Copenhagen with an equally hilarious and painful '60s ponytail moment that I had to cut out of my hair with my house keys at 3AM.