Fashion on the tube
Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanOne of the things I like about living in London – during those periods when I am not hankering for a rural retreat back in Shropshire – is the variety of people you find here.
This morning, for instance, I was exiting the tube at Victoria when I noticed a young woman in her late twenties or early thirties dressed in what can best be described as Land Girl austerity chic, with a touch of Hill Billy and the Gypsy Rose Lees about her to boot. She had dark, curly hair piled up on her head, but loose behind, à la Andrews Sisters (of Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy fame – look it up, kids) and held up with a red rose. Quite stark make up, but bright red lipstick. She was sporting faded jeans and a red/black chequered shirt, both about two sizes too big for her. Ver’ ver’ naice, and quite distinctive, too.
I tend to notice this sort of thing partly, I suspect, because I am a sartorial baboon, with no real concept of fashion. If it’s clean and it fits, then wear it. Other than making sure there are no obvious red/green or blue/yellow colour clashes, I frankly don’t take that much notice of what I wear. (Even the blue-yellow thing goes out of the window if I am wearing my old Shrewsbury Town footie shirt, as their colours are, er, blue and yellow). So basically, it's a subject on which I am eminently unqualified to speak. Which, of course, is why I am speaking about it.
With that in mind, it’s always quite nice to see someone who does understand the concept, especially when in cases like the girl on the tube, it’s someone who clearly carries her own little paradigm with her, and sod the rest of the world.
This morning, for instance, I was exiting the tube at Victoria when I noticed a young woman in her late twenties or early thirties dressed in what can best be described as Land Girl austerity chic, with a touch of Hill Billy and the Gypsy Rose Lees about her to boot. She had dark, curly hair piled up on her head, but loose behind, à la Andrews Sisters (of Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy fame – look it up, kids) and held up with a red rose. Quite stark make up, but bright red lipstick. She was sporting faded jeans and a red/black chequered shirt, both about two sizes too big for her. Ver’ ver’ naice, and quite distinctive, too.
I tend to notice this sort of thing partly, I suspect, because I am a sartorial baboon, with no real concept of fashion. If it’s clean and it fits, then wear it. Other than making sure there are no obvious red/green or blue/yellow colour clashes, I frankly don’t take that much notice of what I wear. (Even the blue-yellow thing goes out of the window if I am wearing my old Shrewsbury Town footie shirt, as their colours are, er, blue and yellow). So basically, it's a subject on which I am eminently unqualified to speak. Which, of course, is why I am speaking about it.
With that in mind, it’s always quite nice to see someone who does understand the concept, especially when in cases like the girl on the tube, it’s someone who clearly carries her own little paradigm with her, and sod the rest of the world.
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Date: 2005-08-03 12:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-03 12:41 pm (UTC)I'm not sure the look would suit you though, surrah.