This is my other half’s standard reaction when I bring anything home from a shopping trip that isn’t a black dress, T-shirt or pair of jeans. Fashion isn’t really his thing. In fact I don’t think there are many subjects that he could be less interested in. And even though I did buy that pair of “ridiculous” high-waisted seventies trousers (and wore them the next day, to answer the initial question) I realised it isn’t really my thing anymore either.

The fact that I wanted to become a fashion designer when I was 18, even going in for the entrance exam, I find quite hilarious now (honestly, what was I thinking?). I haven’t opened a fashion magazine in a long, long time where a few years ago I used to buy about three a month. This is probably a healthy evolution since I have to spend about a million pounds a month on London rent and so can’t often justify a splurge on clothes I don’t strictly need anyway.

I came to this realisation last week when I went to the shops with a friend for a treat-yo-self excursion (birthday money, hurray!) and she pointed out an item that was apparently a great copy of such-and-such designer (see: I can’t even remember the name) and I had no idea what she was on about.

Living out of a backpack and wearing 6 T-shirts on rotation for about 5 months definitely made me care less, but in general the whole fashion circus just doesn’t hold the appeal for me that it used to.

Even though my passion for fashion isn’t quite as intense as it used to be I do feel like I love the things in my wardrobe much, much more than the stuff I was buying when I read all the catwalk reports. Maybe it’s part of growing up or maybe it’s because I spend my left-over-after-rent-and-bills-money (in other words: not a lot of it) more carefully.

Clothes often sit on my mental shopping list for a good few weeks now before I actually make a purchase (sometimes as a result they are sold out by that time…). I also think London makes dressing up much more fun. Because there are no limits, people wear weird shit all the time and no one will raise their eyebrows if you do it makes wearing things that aren’t necessarily in your comfort zone a lot less daunting.

In fact, if you live in the east wearing odd clothing combinations is the national sport (how exhausting the hipster quest for individuality must be!).

In other words I can’t wait to wear my flares all. the. time.

(much to the BF’s dismay)

(But don’t ask me about the trends for A/W 2015)


Kentish Town Alma Street Festival

The sun’s out in London and I’m quite confident it’s the best place to live in the world right now. Maybe it’s the fact that good weather is a rare occurrence and everyone gets a bit overexcited or maybe Victorian/Tudorian/Whateverian (just found out I have no clue about architecture) houses look even more beautiful in bright 30-degree sunlight.

This Summer feeling has also made me realise how much I love our new home town. Kentish Town to be precise. The two Camden Pale Ales I had at the colourful Alma Street fair today may also have had something to do with that.

When you live in a huge city like London it’s easy to feel a little bit lost in the crowds, but this place does feel very towny. People actually live here. There are independent pubs and restaurants here.

It couldn’t be any more different from our former location, wanker-banker and Starbucks invaded Canary Wharf (where we lived in the crappy part).

The street festival today embodied good neighbourhood vibes, which I guess you could get in any small town, except you probably wouldn’t be torn between the jerk chicken and Vietnamese baguette stands that were operating side by side.

There are loads of little towns like this that kind of operate as independent pods within the larger London organism. I’m trying to slowly explore them on plan-free weekend days and would recommend it to any tourist planning a visit in the near future, especially if you’ve already seen all the big sights. I foolishly gave a book on the exact topic of these London villages away to my dad (it was for his birthday to be fair) so I’ll have to do my own research. I have a lot more exploring to do even here in Kentish Town, but for now I’ll list a few of my favourites, in case you are passing by and don’t have an all-comprehensive book for research at your disposal either.

PUB – The Pineapple, followed closely by The Abbey Tavern.

FOOD – Joe’s Southern Kitchen is greasy and delicious. Carrots + Daikon is my favourite for a not so guilt ridden takeaway and E. Mono for the best kebab in London.

SHOP – B&S DIY this is “literally” like Ali Baba’s cave. Anything you can think of from lightbulbs to straws to paint stripper, they’ll probably have it in there. Make sure to ask the lovely staff to locate it for you though, because you’ll never find it on your own and might get lost. Even if you don’t really need anything, just go in for the experience.

ACTIVITY – Since this Saturday it’s going to the ladies pond on Hampstead Heat (like I said, it’s been hot).