'People watching': call it TOWIE for the highly critical…or X factor for those who find the general insanity of the populous far more hilarious/mentally stimulating than generically scripted mass market watershed viewing.
I find 'People Watching" assists in doubly confirming that despite being slightly unhinged after a rather turbulent life thus far/gin, I am without a doubt, of sound and healthy mind.
Yes, I could quite easily go on to speak of the ever mumbling heroin dependant weirdo's you see clutching the trusty can of Super Tenant's they have managed to acquire as the nights chosen form of escapism.
Or busker's who shamelessly see it as perfectly acceptable to receive payment for singing (with the assistance of some rather offensive tuning) shit cover's of the latest Ed Sheeran track (in an attempt at being sincere/sensitive) or merely whistling (PISS TAKE!!!)
However…going off on a rambling tangent as per usual- the cultural smorgasbord that is the great capital appears to divvy up an distinctive uniform attached to each postal code you encounter. An unwritten code of couture that can assists in pinpointing the exact location of where the wearer calls 'Home'
Lets take a tour…
E1- Brick Lane/Old Street/Camden-
Dress Code- Edgy, slightly grubby, artistic student with over 16 pairs of 'signature' winkle pickers and a love of roll up ciggies…pre-rolled are far too generic/pricey.
Call me insulting, but the joy of blogging is to vent true feelings without the risk of a punch in the face…yes the inhabitants of E1 scream shabby chic, everyone appears to own an SLR, a shit bike with a basket on the front and have the ability to express photographic prowess that surpasses sepia and greyscale- all of which visually deducible by the criminally tight skinny jeans and army surplus store jacket the fashionista being surveyed is proudly donning…
By the way, the jacket was bought second-hand of course…so fucking cool, just the way Amy Winehouse (RIP) and Mumford and Sons would have done things.
Take a trip west…venture past Victoria and you hit what I like to call the Fur & Leather district aka Chelsea/Fulham/Putney
Night time/Raffles dress code: Basil Brush would be slaughtered and manipulated into shrug like accessory to accompany a pair of leather leggings and a severely damaged barnet faster than you could say "Lets go shooting in Dorset this weekend Binky"
SW3 day wear- 2 words- Quilting & Wellies. You'd think people in SW3 earned their Bentley Continental car insurance cash from agricultural farming, perceiving country side couture avec a pearl necklace/flat cap as attire that cannot and should not be mocked. Colour scheme's are heavily weighted towards the earthier end of the pantone colour chart and the plague that is the 'corduroy/chino pant' reigns supreme…Atrocious.
Its amazing how these 'on trend' wardrobe selections are demoted to wardrobe malfunctions as you exit the 'F&L' district and hit up the SW2, less than a mile down the road (aka Brixton) where there is actual government legislation which states…
"Inhabitants below the age of 22 are not permitted to exit dwellings without the accompaniment of a 'Boy Better Know' branded item of clothing"
Honestly…look it up…it was a clause widely supported by Boris Johnson (this is a lie…do not sue me for libel/defamation)
Take a tour to SE and fashion is thrown in a giant melting pot, key ingredients being Juicy Couture & imitation Ugg Boots as you hit the Catford/Bromley border and Peckham/Lewisham boasting a vast selection of giant gold decorations that have the power to make your ear lobes look as green as an old penny.
Drum & Bass/Dubstep over take The Saturdays in the album charts bringing with it high top trainers, scruffy buns and the replacement of 'ers' ending words with 'az'…e.g…'Gun Fingers' evolves into 'Gun Fingaz' as its being punched out at lightening speed on the phone keypad of one of SE's urban offerings.
Yes London has an extensive clothing collection… a walk in wardrobe that any woman would wildly give her left ovary up for.
I'm not too sure where I belong…5 years of Brighton living mean I am still in 'individual/non conformist yet I still shop in high street chain stores' mode…
Still yet to find my style mojo in this place however I can honestly say I will leave hypocrisy at the door. If you can't beat em'…join em. I've just placed an ad on Gumtree London…
'Young female professional seeking double room for flatshare in the Fur & Leather district'
Sister done sold out.
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