I guess Johannes is pointing the wrong direction Olivia. My 2 cents.
You know, for many years Olivia Palermo was my personal fashion hero. She was it: The style oracle, touching the right things, making statement necklaces big, bringing us Mawi and combining bold colors.
But since a while I keep asking myself, where is she gone? The glamorous girl, the synonym for Upper Est Side chic, the girl with the fabulous life, always dressed to impress and way more sophisticated than all the other socialites? She is gone, I hope not for good.
And now comes my story which might be not true but I have no other explanation as I have seen it happening in real life many times: when girls are changing for the guys they date.
Olivia fell in love with a German guy, Johannes Hübl, remember I met both in Paris in October. And that is where the story ends. Trying to establish herself as a model and refusing to be called “socialite” she stopped sharing what made her really interesting: her glamorous life. Being European and rather conservative (his brother is a philosopher) Johannes likes to live the German understated life. No showing off, being discreet, no exposed private life, not too much glamour, not too much chichi. Dating a former socialite whose “job” it was to reflect everything ( she was a star of a TV show playing exactly that role) european snobism dislikes, she assimilated to get his approval. I guess. There is no other explanation.
Or she just lost her sparkle. Some people do that when growing up.
Both ending up modeling for OTTO, Otto the hell Otto. I guess that was the last station of a success story which could have gone anywhere. Sky seemed to be the limit. Not Otto, the most boring retailer ever on the planet. I know that they pay very well but sometimes you have to make a decision in order to shape your brand. And that is what Olivia tried to archive, to be recognized as a brand.
And now she is just another model who is sometimes wearing nice things, and sometimes looking uneventfully or like the example with the fake fur shows, terrible. Oh I will miss you. And now I ask myself: Who is next?