With nothing particular to do and no one particular to see, there seems nothing better to do on no particular Sunday than scan endless vertical drops of endless blog pages. For an injection of street style inspiration that's way fresher than the two gone-off Braeburns in my fridge, I've faithfully returned to Stil in Berlin. Each subject is captured by a single snapshot, providing a tiny glimpse into their uber style, in dress and often, in their home. It's kind of addictive. Hiya ancient 70s orange blanket and bonjour oversized gents trench. I won't be forgetting you in a hurry.