If something quite extraordinary happens and the sun shines, take the chance to simply throw on your favourite summer dress. Of course it helps if it happens to be a Paul Smith midi dress like Rebecca has on. With its pretty tie waist and subtle palette, it's fresh and carefree in the face of city heat and stuffy tubes. Finishing the look with YSL raffia wedges and round sunglasses, she's all set for a summer anywhere but here.
Because: What are you wearing?
Rebecca: Paul smith dress, Vintage YSL shoes, Dior bag, Cutler and Gross sunglasses
Where are you from?
What was it like growing up there?
Very, very safe and nice really. I grew up in a suburb of Stockholm that is a haven for children, with daycares, kindergartens and schools in every corner. It made the road to adulthood even more exciting.
Who or what are your style influences and why?
Hanne Gaby Odiele might just make my screensaver to be honest. Maybe she's showered in freebies, I don't know, but she seems to be one of those models whose need for exhibitionist fashion doesn't get fulfilled just with modelling. She comes out in outfits like turquoise crepe Fubu pants, a big red coat and bleached out facial hair and still looks amazing. She's a dangerous influence on me; she has me in my bathroom with foundation pasted over my eyebrows.
What's your greatest achievement?
My family. Even though I didn't make them, I still want to take some credit.
What's your most embarrassing moment?
I lack the DNA for appropriate dressing; I'm the champion of not picking up on the general social consensus or dress code. I'm not a peacock dresser or anything, I just can't seem to pick up on these structures. When I was eleven in school, there was a day called "the day of the book" and everyone was meant to dress up as fictional characters. I decided to go 360 degrees Walt Disney, with actual Disneyland props: Mickey Mouse foam hands, big yellow shoes, shorts and a wizard hat with attached ears. I was convinced I would earn both admiration and respect for my outfit. I got to school to find out that we, as eleven year olds, were too old to take part and I spent the day locked in the toilet with my whole class pestering me to get out.