So there I was, a misting rain swirling around me as I walked across London feeling a bit glum that an afternoon of exciting opportunities to see some new designers and pop up stores was going to become a damp journey through the streets around me.

Then as I huddled into the entrance of Holborn Station my playlist settled upon Fleetwood Mac and Go Your Own Way, suddenly I was whisked away into one of those musings that so often divert my attention from any given subject at hand, could this song from a band I only have from when I used to do a bit of DJing represent my opinions about fashion, well lets find out!!!

Loving you
Isn’t the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel

I know fashion is bad, its full of ego’s, it harms the planet, it makes people feel bad, it traps workers in poverty. As an activist I shouldn’t love it, it should be something I’m waving my placard at rather than joining, but I do totally, utterly and truly love fashion, I love the creativity, I love the excitement, I love getting to meet some incredibly passionate and talented people.

But I do want to see the industry change, I’ve become a campaigner from within, I want to end the environmental damage, I want clothes to empower people and I want workers paid fairly in safe conditions, these are the things I question how I can change.

If I could
Maybe I’d give you my world
How can I
When you won’t take it from me

I struggled for years to be a paid writer, a journey I covered in another post, and I was ready to be in fashion well before it was ready for me to join its ranks. The frustration was REAL.

You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way

I certainly did go my own way, I could have gone down the blog route, I could have been mainstream, I could have moderated the full-throttle this is what I think approach I’ve taken. It would have been easier to conform than to carve my path “being real”, that directness was a road less travelled.

I knew I could never give up my moral compass, my sense of self wasn’t there to be traded for better seat allocations, more invites or free gifts. It was a lonely journey and at times still is, my vision of what I want to do it and how I’ll get there are adrift from the group. /

I’ve known I’ve been excluded from opportunities, “we love you, but you might say something we don’t want you to”, I’ve been called a loose cannon, a maverick who they can’t control, but, and its a big but (I also have a big butt) I judge my work by a simple test, can I look myself in the mirror and say I’m happy with it.

Tell me why
Everything turned around
Packing up
Shacking up is all you want to do

It all turned around because I didn’t quit, I stuck to my guns and earned my respect. Packing up and shacking up is the next stage for me, I plan to leave London for a new life and my true love. I’m going to be a fashion writer, but I’ll be doing it from Taiwan if everything goes to plan. That plan is spending the next 50 years with the girl I love, doing a job I adore, and drinking the fresh watermelon juice I crave when I’m in London.

So maybe Lyndsey Buckingham was on to something?

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