Sorry!
So firstly I apologize for not writing in a week but in my defence It has been such a hectic week! I visited the amazing fashion capital of Paris at the weekend - what a beautiful city! The architecture and history is breathtaking. The fashion is stunning, the workmanship is flattering, you'd expect nothing less on one of Europe's most expensive streets; Champs Elysees.
Also, I have been a busy, busy girl putting together an outfit for the Trashion Fashion Show being held at our college which is today. We have two shows, one has been and gone, and one later tonight, so I'm making a point of chilling in between and blogging!
The Hoxtonian
While the Skinhead tribe fought (fought being metaphysical, not quite literally in most cases) the Hoxtonites are a completely different cattle of beings. I must stress now that I am to discuss the passionate and innovative second generation of Hoxtonites, the first situated prior; British artists who set the way for the up and coming. Since the early nineties this urban tribe resided in the then quite desolate East end area of London. They had no strong political battle, (more sociopolitical) no real drive except being extremely fashionably cool. Achingly devoted to the desperate chic attitude that was their style.
You see, not just anyone can have style. Style is not something you can follow like fashion. It is a way of life, it's innate. Obviously it has to be worked on through different stages of your life, developed and re-discovered almost. Your personality is worked on by the influences and challenges you face, the risks you take, or don't take. It's a journey of self-discovery and it's hard work. But It wouldn't be worth it if it was any other way, surely? So you can understand that to be a modern Hoxtonite, you'd have had to of worked pretty hard already to pull off the innate 'cool' many yearned for and tried to imitate.
Hoxtonites were achingly devoted and loyal to their self-obsessed cool attitude. They portrayed this in the way they held themselves; the way they walked, talked, sipped their cuppa in a smoke filled 'caf'.
I apologize for the poor image quality, it is hard work to find a decent picture!
I will go into more detail about their appearance in the near future,
But for now, lots of love,
Miss E xxx
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