Just a few years ago if you were seen wearing a tracksuit heading into a restaurant, bar or any other place (besides the McDonald’s drive through), you would probably been the subject of ridicule. That, or have people wondering if you were having a bit of a breakdown. Thanks to the socio-economic group ‘The Chav’, the tracksuit seen anywhere outside the sporting world was a sign of severe lack of style and fashion sense for the everyday girl. (more…)
Last month I was fortunate enough to travel to New York as part of a family trip, simultaneously serving my bank balance (shout out to my mum!) and love of family time well. This trip was of extra importance to me as I have been toying with the idea of moving to another city for a long time. Having an American Father and consequently having an American Passport myself, it seems almost foolish to ignore the little niggle in the back of my mind telling me I really need to make the most of this advantage and spend some time in the U.S. Within the states, New York keeps coming up as the most viable option. Perhaps I have been indoctrinated by television shows such as Girls, Friends and How I Met Your Mother, shows which the protagonists all revel in their love of the city. Perhaps somewhere in my subconscious is the thought, “hey if its right for modern female characters along the (cough) ‘middle class’ social spectrum like Hannah Horvath and Rachel Green, why not for me!?”. I have always been a huge fan of large cities, buzzing social atmospheres and huge art and cultural scenes, so naturally New York City has always appeared to tick a lot of boxes for me. And, as a huge bonus (recalling tedious language classes at school..) I wouldn’t have to learn any new languages.