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.
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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?
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they got engaged in a kebab shop
the proposal undercooked
their relationship dry and chewy
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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.
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You might hear the phrase ‘can’t wait to see the back of this year’ every damn year and be sick to the back teeth of it like at midnight we get ‘2017’ in a box and throw it in the Mersey like it’s a concrete object? Things have been out of my control this year but has this stopped me making the most of what I can control? NO. Here are my four resolutions that I achieved this year.
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At the start of the year, I promised myself I was going to find every excuse possible to travel and I think I’ve achieved that with 3 holidays and 4 mini breaks so far this year. I’m a student so splashing out on vacations isn’t an option, but that doesn’t mean travelling isn’t. This is a guide for girl, guy or non binary individual who wants to travel for cheap but the idea of a hostel FREAKS them out (I’m sorry but between sharing a room with complete strangers and hostel murders in the news, it’s a no from me). A guide for those wanting bougie pictures outside European palaces tryna blag it’s your hotel (What do you mean google said the Palace of Versailles doesn’t accept guests; did you just accuse my Instagram of LYING?!). A guide for those spending one night in a fancy restaurant and every other day living from the McDonalds saver menu. (I don’t care if you saw be eating snails last night, I’m only in maccies because I’m FUSSY!). Here are my top five commandments for all the Joanne the Scammers out there wanting to scheme as many vacations out of 2018.
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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.
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