You only have to delve into my ‘about me page’ to put two and two together. It wasn’t all that long ago I came to London for university and with it a curiosity to find a liberal, free sense of fashion. I just wasn’t aware that to be apart of the not so liberal scene you had to take with it, the attitude.

The thought about the pros and cons of the east London scene popped into my head after reading blogger, Jennie Mc Ginn’s post on the attitudes and futuristic self image that one is simply too ahead of fashion. I mean, turning your jeans inside out and crashing about in London fields automatically gives off the impression you are a) getting laid more times a week than the average joe and b) if you do not look similar, or at least have some kind of anchor tattoo pencilled into your skin then approaching is simply forbidden.

Countless amounts of times over the past eight months I have been bombarded with articles on London fields and just how ‘fashion forward’ the crowds of people who congregate there are. A jean wasn’t a jean unless it was a Levis jean and a continuous attachment to The Sex Pistols as well as the Ramones gave off the impression you ‘knew your roots well’. But here’s my problem. Fashion in a sense, is primarily a constant forward change through the use of social events, hypes and experiments, yet in the past five years London fields has looks horrifying stagnant. If fashion is, as many would say, an industry propelling forward even if the ideas to move forward are somewhat taken from ideas in the past, then I shouldn’t take numerous trips to the fields to mistake one person for another. I somehow find now that differentiating the real boys from the fakers is simply a task of looking out for the group with a dog, afterall the last thing I heard was that you simply can not sit about in an east London pub without one. Sitting down with your friends alone simply does not cut it.

To an extent I understand that people are drawn to others first and foremost through a visual appeal. If you don’t look like a chav or you don’t look like you’re about to mugg me of my pennies in my pockets then it is safe to say we’ll get along. However it is somewhat baffling to me to find that certain groups of people located around these east London areas flock together, regardless of the fact the chances of them meeting at the pub (with the dog of course) and wearing the same outfit from head to toe is high. How can you consider yourself remotely cultured if sticking your head into the sandpit of one origin, as well as surrounding yourself with identical minded people, is the limit of your mixing and mingling? Is fashion not about communicating with a wide range of people with a wide range of fashion interests? Afterall, it must be a very lonely place (not to mention a little like living within a Where’s Wally picture book) when you yourself isolate on the basis of image.