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New shoes!
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Only £39.99 from Clarkes. Who woulda thunk it.

They seem to be going for the whole 'upselling' thing and tried to get me to buy a matching handbag.

I really don't do handbags, about which the sales assistant was incredulous.

My mother has a handbag. I do not.
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Go Ginger Lover!
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Ginger Lover, alternative swimwear made in New Zealand, have updated their website and added new styles. Fabulous!



Support independent business and design. They are awesome.
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Men's fashion
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There doesn't seem to be much menswear that's interesting and unusual without being either firmly placed within a subculture or so ludicrous as to mock the very idea of itself.

Do you agree?

Do men get frustrated with the lack of fashion for them, or is the lack of variety primarily market-driven?

Edit: Album of styles from the latest Nom*D collection. They used to be one of the better designers for menswear, I thought, so it's a shame there's probably 2-3 examples in here that don't take the piss out of the whole concept.
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Ginger Lover
80s
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My friend Maree recently started designing and manufacturing a range of alternative swimwear called Ginger Lover. They ship worldwide and knowing Maree, the workmanship and materials are top quality.

And the models have visible body fat! Woo!
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Electric Storm at Corsica Arts Club
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The Corsica Arts Club is a great little venue in whited-out interconnected rooms under the railway arches at Elephant & Castle. Friday night's event was called Electric Storm. It featured free absinthe, cupcakes and cucumber sandwiches, a french performance artist interacting with animated projections and Trost, fronted by a woman in a dainty dress (left) who sang sensitive songs about heartbreak in a macabre cabaret style, holding a bottle of red wine in one hand and a hammer in the other. I love her.

I didn't really know what to wear, so I wore absinthe-coloured stockings and big crimson butterflies in my hair. Several people stopped me to complement my outfit, which didn't seem like much of an outfit to me as it wasn't made out of materials intended for furnishings and hadn't taken me several days. I guess the folk who tend to frequent the place don't dress up so much. How terribly sad for them.
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