Spring is officially here so just before everyone’s Easter break we examine 3 obligatory occasions while away: the hike, the taverna and the night out.
Valisia’s
Easter, for me (well, for all three of us, to be honest), has long shed its religious connotations. These days, it’s more of a code word for spring and trips. That said, I should probably confess something: I don’t see “trips” as wildly different from regular life—except for the chance to walk longer distances and admire new scenery. Which is why, despite this grand intro, my vacation wardrobe looks suspiciously like my everyday one. Call it consistency, call it stubbornness—just don’t call it restrictive. I prefer the term “faithful.”
If you find yourself in a village for Easter, there’s an unspoken rule: you must explore everything. Ancient ruins, secret waterfalls, mysterious forest paths—leave no stone unturned. For this noble quest, loose jeans and sneakers are non-negotiable. Of course, I can’t do total simplicity. That’s just not in my nature. So I top it off with the “6” crewneck sweatshirt—because while I may be stomping through the mud, I do so with flair. Bonus feature? It comes with a cape. Yes, a cape. Which means I essentially become Sherlock Holmes in The Hound of the Baskervilles. Mission accomplished!
Now we’re getting to the real highlight of any Easter getaway: the tavern. Friends, endless rounds of beer, dangerously full tables, loud laughter everywhere—this is peak vacation for me. So, for these glorious occasions, I go for something that hits the sweet spot between elegant, comfy, and just a little bit cheeky. Enter the “Victory Girls” dress. It’s the definition of minimal girly chic. I layer it with a cropped white denim jacket because I’m committing to the light tones (and to the fact that it will get cold after sundown). Let’s just pray no one orders shrimp spaghetti. That’s a battle no cute dress can win.
This is my outfit choice for a night out. I have absolutely no idea where we're going—and I genuinely don’t mind. Could be a bar, could be someone’s backyard, could even be a hardcore board game marathon over beers (again). Wherever we end up, I’m dressed to conquer. I'm wearing the Higera jumpsuit which speaks sharpness and confidence. I pair it with lace tights and high heels, turning up the volume on the drama just the way I like it. The neckline, with its subtly heart structure, gives off an unmistakable 80s Madonna energy—like a low-key homage to her “Desperately Seeking Susan” days with a dash of Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” attitude. A little glam, a little rebellious, and entirely ready for whatever the night throws our way.
Alexandra’s
Not gonna lie, Easter’s never been my thing. I’m a Christmas person. That said, it’s spring break, so let’s talk packing. My rule? A few solid pieces that you can mix, match, and re-wear without anyone realizing you’re basically doing fashion math with five items. I always pack jeans, shoes that I can walk in for hours without regretting all my life choices, a hat, sunglasses, a couple button-downs, at least two tank tops, and one “just in case” night-out piece. Simple. Repeatable. No stress.
Call it the refined hiker’s uniform, for the kind of trail that’s more “Sunday stroll” than “summit expedition.” We’re talking dry, paved paths, maybe a gentle incline, definitely not a place for crampons or trekking poles. In this season of weather whiplash, the key is adaptability, aka layers that you can peel off and pile back on easily, quickly and stylishly.
I played with an unlikely colour trio that ended up making surprising sense: chocolate brown, navy blue, and white. The base was a pair of chocolate silk-viscose trousers - sleek, soft, with just enough drape to keep up with my casual race-walk pace. Tucked into them: a clean white tank, echoed by white socks peeking out from the tapered legs. Up top, a fitted navy poplin shirt, layered under a suede chocolate jacket that screamed “colour-coordinated” but felt like a warm hug. For the finishing notes: a corduroy baseball cap (to maintain my incognito mode) and black Dr. Martens oxfords.
This is what I’d call a midday spring-break stroll outfit, built for a gentle loop that starts with a portside wander, detours to a seaside lunch, and wraps with an afternoon lemon sorbet that melts way too fast but you don’t even care. The beauty is in the fabric: head-to-toe tencel, which is not only sustainably made but also one of the lightest, airiest things you can wear when the sun decides to really show up. I’m talking about full breathability.
I went with a black-on-black combo; a relaxed black shirt, tucked into matching black shorts, because short season is creeping in, and monochrome always reads polished to my eye. I layered in a sliver of white via a tank underneath (for ventilation), and added a black leather belt with a silver buckle to cinch the silhouette. On foot, my trusty black Dr. Martens oxfords. They walk well, and go with literally everything, meaning you can skip the five-pair shoe dilemma when packing light. Finished it off with black sunglasses because, the sun? Not in my eyeballs, thanks.
In the ongoing spirit of layering, I envisioned a look that feels equal parts airy, puzzling, and entirely practical. The kind of outfit made for lounging on a wide veranda with a panoramic sea view, drink in hand, safely removed from the crowded Easter-night chaos of the island I’m allegedly spring-breaking on.
It’s a nighttime ensemble with a built-in contingency plan: beneath all the layers, I’m wearing a black swimsuit, just in case I decide to take an impromptu moonlit swim (very much a "maybe," but the option is there). I tucked the swimsuit into low-rise, baggy black jeans, my current denim fixation. Over that, a sheer silk layer, delicate and just decadent enough hint at evening. And because I can’t seem to go anywhere without them on this trip, my black Dr. Martens oxfords.
Stella’s
Am I an outdoorsy type? Yes. Do I know who to dress for it? Don’t think so! I have actual proof that I wore the Miller Von Aichholz trousers and Sebagos to a hike.
I really tried though this time (wearing denim and all). The quality of the cotton feels like silk, but its true composition still lets me call it casual. What I didn’t think about? That this tunic is so airy, every insect in nature would set up camp under it. Oh well, next time!
Heading to a taverna, my first priority is just one: to wear clothes comfortable enough to let me devour everything. Enter the 'Gippsland Explorers' jacket and 'Boy and the Moon' bermuda shorts. Tencel is, time and time again, a winner in my spring and summer wardrobe—it looks and feels like silk, but it's machine-washable for everyday wear.
Alexandra called me ketchup, but I’d call myself doubtless. When I wear colour, I really commit. No fear—I even have a red coat to match.
Nights out in the countryside aren’t the same as nights out in the city. Actually, countryside dressing is completely different from city dressing for me. I want to feel relaxed at all times—hence, the house slippers as going-out shoes.
See you after Easter!
Have a great one,
Valisia + Alexandra + Stella