Let’s get the truth out the way so we can get back to content creating.
It was about this time last year I went to my first proper PRed blogging event. The Launch of Make Up Revolution in Superdrug L1. My now good mate Josie Peaches helped me get the gig the day I met her. Like, five minutes into knowing her. I was blown away by how someone could do that for me and thought this community was going to be as kind and supportive as she was to me. I soon found this not to be the case and I’m here to tell you what’s good.
The common theme of ‘rebellion’ was apparent across many shows at Paris Fashion Week. Whether this was through up and coming fashion houses like ‘Jacquemus’ setting the standard of what they can get away with, or other designers such as Maria Grazia (creative head of Christian Dior) reflecting on themes of past historic rebellions for inspiration. But Liverpool women have been doing this for years. Except, our fashion week only lasts three days, and it is held at the same venue every year: Aintree racecourse. The rebellion I’m talking about isn’t too much alcohol or the arguments caught on camera, etched into tabloids across the country. It’s the embodiment of resisting the constraints of society and the going against the grain of ‘appropriate’ fashion.
Fashion addicts will claim in their personal statements how they have loved fashion since birth. Though bold, I’m going to claim that I’ve loved fashion since I came out the womb when my mum wrapped me in a Harrods of London prima cotton blanket, with matching bed linen that she brought to the hospital herself, and changed the sheets whilst in early stages of labour. She wouldn’t dare to lie down on synthetic bedding so why would she wrap her newborn daughter in it? As a fashion designer with her own clothing brand, she’s always instilled in me the importance of quality. However, in the last 20 years of a race to the bottom, the fashion industry is facing a quality crisis. We want too much, and we want it as fast as our food. So, what is the true cost of our appetite for fast fashion?
You promised this year it would be different. New Year Day came and you were hungover, then that Australian flu came and you, of course, caught it. You told yourself you’d wait till next week to really get into it, like maybe when you go back to work or school/uni. Now it’s fucking February and you’ve actually gained weight instead of losing it. Sound familiar? Well, fear no more. Here is my work out advice for girls (and guys) who are as lazy as I am.
Doing things on the cheap is a field I have expertise in. I’m the Joanne the Scammer of the blogger world complete with my fur coat. Sometimes, however, you can’t always fake it. Here is a list I’ve compiled of things you should be willing to spend a bit more on, and things you can go cheap on in there for good measure.
Finding the right hairdresser is just as important as finding your soul mate. Growing up, my mum subjected my to an arranged marriage with Toni&Guy where I spent the first 10 years of my life with a razor sharp bob. So escaping this marriage in my adolescence left me unaware of mine or my hairs worth. I spent years between box dyes and highlights from that woman who is your mum’s mate’s mate who did hairdressing at some point and owns a few bottles of peroxide? You know the one. And the time I went to salons I was usually greeted by snotty apprentices who would say OH MY GAWD R YE SURE YE WANNA GO DAT SHURT I WUDUNT IFIWERU but proceed to give me urine yellow highlights (cough, cough Boudoir Broadway cough). So when I decided my hair was something I had to invest in, that’s when I found the hairdresser for me: Ro at Voodou Button Street.
Eiffel Tower? Check. Disneyland? Check. Selfie with the Mona Lisa? Check. We all know the most obvious tourist destinations when travelling to capital cities. But which ones are worth spending our time on and which ones are predictable and over hyped? This is why I have compiled a list together of ten alternative things to do in Paris that won’t waste your time, money or appetite.