Summer Style and Identity Crises

Since I was little I’ve always had an interest in fashion. I was always experimental with what I wore which often resulted from strange looks from my family (rightly so in some cases). I was the little girl who would not tolerate being told how to dress herself. If I wanted to wear a fur coat and dress just to hop on the bus into London for the day, I would or if I even felt that I really wanted to wear a rara skirt over my jeans to my little brothers’ tag rugby match, I would. There was no dissuade me. I very much felt that clothing forged a part of your identity and it was a way to depict your personality, without words. This is one of the main reasons why I didn’t particularly enjoy having to wear a uniform at school. I felt that it made everyone look the same, uniformed (which I get was kinda the point) and restricted the freedom of self-expression.

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London Fashion Week Festival

On Saturday 24th February my girlfriends and I headed to London Fashion Week Festival at 180 the Strand. It’s something I try and attend every year as I always leave feeling inspired (and with a few less bob in my pockets).

180 the Strand has been the location for the last couple of years and I have to say it is one of my favorite locations as it has such a minimalist warehouse feel to it, which just seems to amplify the designs and colours of the products both on sale and on the catwalk.

We attended the Nicopanda show on our silver tickets for a sports luxe infusion. Whilst not all of the designs were to my taste, aspects of the styling fed my lust for several items, such as berets. The casual glam displayed further inspired me even more so to dress for comfort above all else. Which sadly has become something I’ve become very fond of recently. Gone are the days I purchase items which dig into me here and there in the name of fashion.

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Mama’s style evolution

Go back a decade and the two words: Mum and Fashionable were just two things I never would have placed together (no offence Mum). Back in the early 2000’s all you would ever catch my Mama in was cargos, a tee shirt, hoodie and converse. Sometimes the hoodie would be swapped out for a chunky knit, but that was about the extent of her everyday wardrobe.

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