Hippie by heart

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Re imagining the 70s hippie fashion with a slick ribbed flare trousers and the fringe in the bag brings that hippie(ness) in the look. Hippie culture has been associated with disparate values and practises. The things that I choose to believe about this culture is its carefree attitude, being open with new ideas and spreading love/ joy/ peace. Undoubtedly, there is more to this movement, but this meager knowledge is enough to make me want to live my life in a hippie fashion. Therefore, I remain a self- proclaimed hippie (by heart). 







Grey Tshirt +ALLSAINTS 
Coat @Zara
Ribbed Flared Trousers +OfficialPLT 
Trainers @nike
Bag @dotti
Photo courtesy by Manju K Rai


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