Jacket therapy...only males' allowed!

I have bargained two absolutely wicked male jackets at a Designer sale in BrickLane.

To my utter horror this happened when I didn't plan to splash any more d'argent on clothes and when my garderobe [as in wardrobe]  told me enough is enough and started bursting at its seams.

Khm...but that day at BrickLane....oh what a day it was....some urgent shopping therapy was a must.

So it was the day of the African Fashion Week London, which I decided to attend with my dear friend.

Woke up early to get my bits ready, somehow the time flew and the next thing I knew  was that the 3 hours to do my hair turned into 15 minutes before my train (which I decided to cycle to). Oh MAMA, I was packing fast! Also the same day  I was meeting a male friend in the evening;) so had to look presentable, and not too much ninja-gangsta-hippy was permitted. But since I had my famous camera backpack I shoved as much stuff as I could, dunned my new jeans (boyfriend cut = low rise), flats (to save my feet), hills (for the evening), cap (to look ninja @AFWL), make-up (NO TIME!), perfume? psh psh psh ......more? psh psh psh psh ...now RUN!

Head over heels and I am on the groundfloor. Bike. Can't mount! The boyfriend jeans restrict the leg movement so I can't send my leg over the seat. Moreover, the cut is so badly done that the trousers are holding onto my  calfs and the backside pops out like one massive pocket (I am sure you have experienced that before. ZARA is notorious for having their models all deck-flat with no transition from your rear to your back)  Didn't take my belt, so would have needed to hold my trousers with my hands! HA! 

Scrap the bike, grab a boos! RUN!

In da boos!  Make-up! Choose a sit where no one can stare at your masochistic bouts of applying mascara whilst on a moving transport. Besides, I think this is rather personal business that should not involve any strangers' observations from a seat opposite. Lo siento, but turn away byatch.

An elderly man next to me suffocated from my excessive psh psh psh , chocked for a bit and then moved the seat, preliminary opening all the windows on the coach. I had to look away in objection...and  more in embarrassment.

Stampeded onto my train. The bugger was cancelled. Embarked on the other one (after stressing for a good 15 minutes searching for alternative routes). My friend, meanwhile, set out from her house towards the same destination and managed to loose some buttons from her blouse, had to return back home, to discover a broken zip on her skirt. Uh-la-la!

So when I eventually sat down on the train, all pampered up and with my cup a coffee! Opened my bag and saw an extra pair of flats (but I was wearing one already), no battery in my camera (and it's a flipping heavy beast).... can't use my phone to read as I would obviously need camera on it and the battery is notorious for being unreliable. Saturday- no free papers on the train. Some funky looking dude opposite me, gulping down Coke non-stop. Turned out it had a good half of Hennessy in it. No wander he's so plastered at 11 AM.

And finally...our show didnt start until 3 hours later. 

Nevertheless had a wonderful brunch with my friend which we wrapped up by checking out the Designer sale ...and I wondered into a male section and never came back....

 Now the magic: so with the bags full of jackets and AFWL freebies, absolutely knackered after the evening date I am chasing trains in the killer hills and run into my old school classmate at the platform. Haven't spoken for the odd 7 years, but turned out she is such a talented and beautiful person (always was, no doubts there).

Thank you Anna Shen  for the lovely pictures and a great day together! So much fun.

Guys please check out her FB page: https://www.facebook.com/annashenphotography

Well, you can also check out mine since you are on there...and LIKE THEM! 

 https://www.facebook.com/garderobeme

AFWL? No, no pictures from there. But all models looked exceptionaly hot! Period.  

Riding the trend

Cycling has always been around but somewhat "nerdy" and shunned vehicle, often perceived as a chunky, causing sweat and "what if it rains" hassle. But as we already know  fashion-mob has a tendency of picking up any refuse dropped by the general public just to turn it into the most sought after thing. A year down the road and the biggest designers would represent the item in their newest collections topped up with variations of additional gear, special wear and all things cool and wicked. 
Notwithstanding, the hipster-cycling has immersed from after WWII ages for more obvious reason: economical austerity, environmental concerns, and fitness obsession all this has radically shifted the outlook on lifestyle, resulting in cycling's massive come-back in cosmopolitan cities. In addition, the heyday of vintage and all things eclectic  made millions of fashionistas (who are often young and students) to take up cycling. However this time instead of flashing a the newest multi-gear bikes they drug the old grandads' bikes from their sheds to give it some good polish.  And that is the very same piece of junk you used to ride to the school until you would get laughed at by a peer group just to dump it in a shed to have a good matter of oxidation of a rust on it. At last you can cross it out from the 'shame list' and proudly ride your most sought after fashion attribute.

Not only it is an alternative mean of transport, it is also a tremendous money saver, fat burner, health booster and traffic jams' cutter which can also massively add to your look or even increase your outlook on lifestyle as it did in my case.

Many riders will agree that the best thing about urban cycling is that you have an advantage of discovering the face of your city, the back streets, buildings, peer citizens; and get to know your city as you have never seen it before. A bicycle liberates you from the 'moles' prison'- the underground, giving you the total control of time, location and route. You can even have your own personal seat for free! Imagine! 

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