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Essay Procrastination - Right Shoes, Wrong City

As students in London, the city's attitude is our status quo. But when Luke first came across the pond from the University of Kentucky, “horribly located” in the town of Lexington, London gave him a new awareness and his first opportunity for sartorial self-expression. A year on, Luke is counting down the days until he arrives for a semester of study here in London, and he talks us through the reasons he feels more at home in this different continent than at college in his home state.

Whilst some parts of the city are more conservative than others, and the average Londoner’s attitude is by no means representative of the country as a whole, should you frequent Shoreditch by day or Soho by night it’s unlikely that an aesthetic not in keeping with that of the general population would earn you a second look, let alone a shriek of abuse. Of course, not every student on University of London grounds adheres to the strict code of fashion, and why should they? But is an undeniable fact that the people walking around our campus use what they wear, even on days crippled by hangovers and essay deadlines, to display their personality.

This is an entitlement that, according to Luke, we perhaps take for granted. “If I attempt to dress well, I am definitely looked on differently, usually negatively. What I wear has to be slightly conservative in my current social climate. If I do dress how I want people typically don’t verbally respond, but they definitely stare for a while. I really don’t, and can’t, dress very avant-garde, but my mere acknowledgement of the fashion world – exclusive of their daily choice of offensively bright blue athletic get-up or pajamas - seems to catch people off-guard. Recently I even overheard my roommates talking negatively about my clothes and I just don’t feel like that’s okay. Most days I just wear a pair of utility boots, and in spite of the fact that they are in every magazine published, they are not seen on a single soul here! I don’t understand how people without fashion authority can comment on someone who at least has awareness. But then I am happy that they are at least exposed to someone like me, whether they like it or not.”

Despite being generally considered a fairly conservative southern state, with icons like Lady Gaga and countless fashion bibles at their disposal, it’s still shocking to think that our college-student counterparts over the Atlantic are yet to master basic levels of acceptance and, understandably, it’s hard on those in the minority. “There are definitely days when I am insecure; I might appear to be angry or upset. I can become very antisocial at times. I love days where I can just drink and read and be alone.” This alienation isn’t purely emotional; whilst Luke’s peers strive for muscle and live for sports he embraces the unspoken thinspiration that seems de rigeur in fashion’s many circles, seen in tweets that state “Sometimes I just open up Photo Booth and watch myself eating cookies” andAll of this heavy lifting is making me so scared I might actually get an arm muscle.”

Luke’s attitude regarding his situation – aphoristic in his desire to be set apart in Lexington but well-placed in London - is refreshing despite the moments of depression, and the combination has given him a new level of melodramatic, comedic cliché that further distances his mentality from his classmates’, and will make him even more at home in our very own fashion capital. “Fashion is said to be an extension of who you are. This phrase is tired but it holds truth; if everyone at my university is content is wearing the same thing then they must be content with all having the same life. Luckily that’s not who I am. I am happy to be different from everyone else. My fortune cookie yesterday said, ‘The kite rises against the wind,’ and I smiled as I knew this was true.” He ends with a dry laugh in a cynical drawl, more London than Southern: “I had also had a bit to drink so my smile was amplified.”


Follow @lukeaporco on Twitter for more cultural insights:

“An 80 year old man wearing purple leggings. The boundary has officially been pushed in Kentucky.”

“Since when was it acceptable for such a significant amount of the US population to leave the house in pajamas?”

“C’est Vendredi! Best day of the week. Make a fucking friend.”


Jessica Wilde

Essay Procrastination - The Rise of the Boutique Charity Shop


I confess that I’m a charity shop virgin; that is, I’ve never found anything even remotely desirable that enticed me to purchase it. The hope of finding some knock down designer shoes or a one-of-a-kind vintage treasure were usually dashed when faced with jumbles of unwanted tat, profusions of fashion faux-pas and that relentless musty odour; it was definitely time to shake off the unrelenting stereotype. Pick a bad one and you’ll be put off charity shopping for life, but know where to go and these fabulous little treasure troves are guaranteed to turn you from a junk shop dodger to a charity shop junkie. Here are a few little gems to feed your new found addiction...

A favourite student haunt, Camden offers enough charity shops to satisfy even the most ardent bargain hunter. But save your feet and head straight to Oxfam in the middle of the high street. Given a new lease of life last year by salvage stylist Mrs Jones, Oxfam was reinvented into a chic retreat for Camden’s savviest fashion addicts. With window displays rivalling those of Selfridges (OK so maybe not quite to the same standard) and bright, modern decor, it’s the perfect environment to rifle through the rails and bag yourself a bargain; and that is exactly what I did, a nice little pair of black suede shoe boots to be precise. I admit these aren’t designer specimens but for £4 you can’t complain, and plus they don’t look like they’re going to break anytime soon, which can only be a good thing. For second-hand first-timers there are even bins of local designer’s creations, ideal for the more wary charity-goer. Perfect for up-to-the-minute trenches and furs on a budget, this Oxfam is in a league of its own, the rails are even colour co-ordinated, need I say more?

Since Mary Portas revolutionised the dated, and synonymously austere charity outlet, the ‘Boutique’ charity shop has made a convincing entrance on to today’s high street, setting an unprecedented trend of fashion-forward charity enterprises. Head to The Octavia Foundation on Brompton Road to satisfy you’re bargain binges; you’ll even find umbrellas suspended from the ceiling (maybe a little too kitsch for my liking but undoubtedly a plausible effort). Situated in wealthy Kensington, every other item is emblazoned with designer labels; Chanel , Miu Miu, Gucci, all for 30 quid? YES this is obviously the place for designer junkies to get your fix and to inject a little Max Mara in to your high street-saturated wardrobe. An gorgeous grey wool blazer, Jill Saunder no less, with an extremely appealing price tag of £29 was definitely my favourite find. Looks like my student loan might not have to be sacrificed for the dream designer purchase.

Miss Bentley