Fashionista Victim
Not a big fan of protests. Too many people of dubious self-grooming education mashed up against each other, exuding anger. (fn1 i also do not like music festivals for this reason) Not my bag baby. Yet as an empirical concept, I view protest as a positive, cataylistic measure that is necessary for a modern enlightened society. In my opinion, individual protest is far more sophisticated. And challenging. The man that protests against male discrimination in family court by climbing a bridge, may not fall into the noble category, but that man rises in my esteem. In contrast, the countryside alliance team protest, fell by a large margin when they decided to storm buildings and get arrested in protest of the hunting ban. (fn2 I am pro CA and donated to their cause at Badminton this year) They should have remembered their manners better.
My personal protest this week has taken on medium of fashion. It may be rainy. It may be cold and the chilly wind switches directions on us every hour. First from the East, bring Scandinavian mist against my now huge unruly hair that cant decide if it wants to be straight or curly thus is a nice combination of the two, looking like that barbie doll from circa 1980, and has been stuffed in a box since then. Oops i digress on the hair using a horrid run on. 'pologies.
Second from the North. I take the north wind with a grain of salt and some humour, seeing as it is fringe festival time. My protest takes its form in wearing clothes that still smell and look of summer. Bright colours. Skirts, mules, sleeveless shirts and singlets. Lots of arm and legs although i have been having to exfoliate each day due to my tan sloughing off. Yes, i am a bit chilly during the day. But more the excuse to go get coffee and binge on caffeine this week. Also, during the last two years of living here, i have been learning the art of the outer layer, and the trench/jacket/cardi layering has been assisting me in getting to my location in comfort.
In May i refused to continue to wear long boots. Now, I will refuse to wear wintry clothes until September. Oh the burdens I bear.
My personal protest this week has taken on medium of fashion. It may be rainy. It may be cold and the chilly wind switches directions on us every hour. First from the East, bring Scandinavian mist against my now huge unruly hair that cant decide if it wants to be straight or curly thus is a nice combination of the two, looking like that barbie doll from circa 1980, and has been stuffed in a box since then. Oops i digress on the hair using a horrid run on. 'pologies.
Second from the North. I take the north wind with a grain of salt and some humour, seeing as it is fringe festival time. My protest takes its form in wearing clothes that still smell and look of summer. Bright colours. Skirts, mules, sleeveless shirts and singlets. Lots of arm and legs although i have been having to exfoliate each day due to my tan sloughing off. Yes, i am a bit chilly during the day. But more the excuse to go get coffee and binge on caffeine this week. Also, during the last two years of living here, i have been learning the art of the outer layer, and the trench/jacket/cardi layering has been assisting me in getting to my location in comfort.
In May i refused to continue to wear long boots. Now, I will refuse to wear wintry clothes until September. Oh the burdens I bear.
posted by miss goLondon at 9:37 AM
1 Comments:
mmm, sorry , but i have tried to open the feel sorry for you room, but i can't. but i admire your individual protest style, thx for the comment! miss gl
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