Who am I trying to impress?
After two years of being a student in Manchester, I feel that my wardrobe has fully embraced the grungy hobo look. Rarely will I find a pair of tights without holes in or a jumper that is not looking a bit threadbare. My shoes are scuffed and my hairbrush is…well, no where to be seen.
Whether these habits and beliefs are down to just laziness, being thrifty or trying really hard to be cool, they have however defined how I dressed.
And what is there to worry about when it is clear from a Sunday trip to the local shops or a walk into university that I am far from the only one who relaxes in the safe knowledge that looking scruffy can be cool? Students will walk around the university with muddy converses, stained with drunken memories from nights spent dancing on a grimy dance floor. A guy with shiny white converses is clearly not a guy who likes having fun.
Learning the rules of style in the French capital
And what is there to worry about when it is clear from a Sunday trip to the local shops or a walk into university that I am far from the only one who relaxes in the safe knowledge that looking scruffy can be cool? Students will walk around the university with muddy converses, stained with drunken memories from nights spent dancing on a grimy dance floor. A guy with shiny white converses is clearly not a guy who likes having fun.
By Alice Tofts
Oh la no! Alice in Paris
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