I work in a clothes shop in which the average price of a single item of clothing is around the £70 mark, at an estimate. I talk people into readily dropping triple-figure amounts of money on clothing which I would have to work 10 hours to afford a single item of. The brand then releases a marketing campaign inspired by the founders’ “simple life”; a life of financial security enveloped in an idyllic ~simple existence of seaside walks, expensive artisan coffee and a myriad of other stereotypical upper middle-class creature comforts. Meanwhile, the county they are selling a perfect “simple” lifestyle in has the third highest rate of street homelessness in the UK (2016 figure) and one of the highest rates of young parents, mental health issues and domestic abuse (28,200 cases reported in 2015-16).
Welcome to capitalism.
Continue reading “Capitalism Sux // I’m Angry”
We’re officially in June, and even though we’ve been busy with Boshemia magazine (available soon online and at select retailers), it’s time to talk about the elephant in the room.
I’ve started using new hair products, and nobody has noticed my impeccable curl.
JK we’re going to talk about the election. I’d rather talk about my hair too. Here we go.
Honestly I’ve been putting off election talk because it’s always so exhausting! We’ve just had to deal with the disappointment of Brexit, only for our collective eyes to turn to the State’s shocking election fuck ups. The recent French results were a relief, but good god I’m tired! But no, we’re back at it. The busses are at full swing, we’re getting campaign letters through the mail and every single UK reader of this blog (and every blog) has registered to vote. Right? Right?
Continue reading “Election Fever is Contagious and Terminal // Musings on the UK General Election”
Throughout the month of June Boshemia will be publishing letters addressed to the most romantic month of the year.
It seems scarcely any time has passed since you were last here, yet here you are. Each year you seem to come around more quickly than the last — you are not unwelcome, mind, it just impresses in me the sense that time, that cantankerous knave who none can evade, is mercilessly rolling on at gathering pace.
Continue reading “Letters to June // 01”