My first day out and about

I suppose you're wondering about the name of this blog. That deserves it's own post, and I'm not in the mood to think about it right now. I want to talk fashion.

Surprise, Surprise.

Today I went to scope out campus (LSE) so that I wouldn't get lost tomorrow during registration. Afterwards, my god-dad and I parted ways, and I went off to traipse about Oxford Street. Shopping. Yum. Um. *Flips Price Tag and Converts to Pounds*. Boo. Yuck. Sigh.

Honestly, I was expecting more. I think I need to go again...in some SUNSHINE...to get a better vibe, but H&M, Esprit and Bennetton are not impressive to someone coming from New York, and neither is Zara. I did get a mild kick out of TopShop, but it's still too damn expensive. I ended up just convincing myself that I was paying in dollars instead.

What really confused me, however, is that the people were not as fabulous as I hoped. Again, maybe I caught the wrong day, but all I saw was a LOT of bad weaves.

A moment on the weaves, and black hair care in general

My sister warned me, but I couldn't have fathomed... I'm talking about multi colored weaves, latch-hook braids (!!!), fuzzy dookey braids, feet of new growth, new growth on top of tracks, visible glue....oh, Jesus, take the wheel!

Stop the madness.

I've also spotted colored contacts, in colors such as blue and violet, on the black women, accentuated by very false lashes.

On another minority group of people not here to defend itself (I dont think), I spotted skinny high waisted granny jeans and hightop "trainers" (gymshoes") a couple of times. It was enough for me to go back to Heathrow right then and there.

Don't make me bring Tim Gunn up in this country. PLEASE.


Anyhoo, trust and believe that I will be making a section of this blog called "BLOODY INCORRECT" to address the fashion disasters and other belligerent madness I see in this city.