SHAPEWEAR FOR MEN?

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So yesterday, whilst I was being all cultured and intellectual, I was reading The Times and I came across an article on Funkybod; ¬†shape-wear for men. When I first saw it I sniggered thinking “that is the most vain and ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen”; but then I looked down at my own padded bra and across the room to my optical illusion dress and my mind wondered to the millions of pairs of Spanx that are bought by women all over the world every year. Oh. I carried on reading with intrigue and realised that whilst the common notion from women is that the media over-sexualises us, we are our own worst enemies. We create the hype ourselves.

The craze for men wearing makeup, straightening their hair, using self tan and getting botox leaves most women (and other men) with the impression that such an individual “must be gay” or that he’s as vain as Kelly Brook’s Instagram page. But aren’t all these things women use on a regular basis? Some of which, women see as a necessity; an integral part of their daily life.

So why is it so different for men? We’re all programmed to believe that women are supposed to stay ageless, a size 8 and always effortless while men can pretty much do what they want (without becoming slobbish). Funkybod produces tops for men that are “designed to give the appearance and feel of muscle¬†size and definition.” Now when I first saw the photo of the poor volunteer I definitely though that surely that’s just a serious case of false representation? And then I googled Spanx…

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… And padded bras…

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… And optical illusion dresses…

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Okay, who did I think I was? Besides the Spanx, I own every piece of body-sculpting, bust-boosting, leg-lengthening product available on the market. Why shouldn’t men be able to do the same?

The idea seems ridiculous, but why should women be able to deceive men of their looks and it not be allowed to be reciprocated? Having said all this, I’m not quite sure how I would feel if my (imaginary) boyfriend went around with foam-induced pecs and biceps. But each to his/her own.

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BUSY LIFE AND MACBOOK SUICIDE

So it seems like bleedin’ ages since I last posted on here! 2 weeks is a long time in the fashion blogosphere! So first of all, my life is all up in the air right now; I’m heading off to uni in a couple of weeks’ time and I’ve been busy sorting everything out for that, sorting accommodation, fees, things I need to buy, and enrolment blah blah blah etc etc etc.

So while all of that has been happening (on top of working 40 hours a week) my MacBook Pro (which is only 4 months old, might I add) decided to end it’s life on me. My laptop, in terms, committed technological suicide and I will now be without my beloved MacBook for *at least* a week while Apple and their ‘Genius’ *cough* team figure out what’s wrong with it.

*big sigh*

So all in all it’s been a crazy couple of weeks and the next couple of weeks are looking just as cray so I apologise for my imminent lack of posting! I will be back into the swing of things (hopefully) when I get my laptop back next week!

I will hopefully be doing a blog post on my starting uni; what I’m taking, the course I’m doing, my personal thoughts etc. in the next couple of weeks so stay tuned!

xoxo

MY WEEK ON INSTAGRAM.

Here’s just a few photos that I posted on my Instagram this week… Follow me here @_hannahstocking

Top row: [left] An assortment of jewellery [middle] selfies in the car [right] my Cartier Love bracelet Middle row: [left] my spray tanning experience [middle] tanned selfie [right] my favourite quote of the week. Bottom row: [left] the cute heart shadow on the tiles [middle] one of many deliveries this week [right] the rainbow on the way home from work.

Top row: [left] An assortment of jewellery [middle] selfies in the car [right] my Cartier Love bracelet
Middle row: [left] my spray tanning experience [middle] tanned selfie [right] my favourite quote of the week.
Bottom row: [left] the cute heart shadow on the tiles [middle] one of many deliveries this week [right] the rainbow on the way home from work.

NOTHING LIKE A GOOD OL’ PINTEREST BROWSE TO MAKE A GAL FEEL BETTER.

So I haven’t been feeling well for the past week (having MAJOR girly issues… Say no more) and whenever I’m feeling down and low or ill and in need of a pick-me-up I always turn to Pinterest. Well in all honesty I turn to Pinterest whenever I’m feeling anything, but illness in particular is a good excuse for some down-time and therefore a good ol’ all night Pinterest sesh. So here is my (extra long) Pinterest post for you, all of which are photos that help add a spring to my step and a smile to my face. Enjoy! Follow me on Pinterest HERE.

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WHAT PERSONAL STYLE MEANS TO ME.

Personal style, style personal.
I am under the agreement with myself that style is a personal thing, a personal freedom that cannot be denied or scrutinised by someone else. One of my pet-hates (I have quite a few pet-hates which you’ll gather by the time you’ve read a few of my blog posts) is when you flick through one of those god-awful “celebrity trash mags” (which is also another pet-hate of mine) and they’ll no doubt be a page called “Who wore it better?” or along the same lines. Most of the time, they are comparing two people such as (for the purpose of the argument) Vanessa Hudgens and Kourtney Kardashian. Two attractive, young, slim, successful, rich, pampered and spoilt celebrities that have everything in the whole wide world at their fingertips, and now they are being subjected to somebody judging their outfit and comparing them to some other just as rich and beautiful celebrity. Not that I’m saying I feel sorry for them, because I don’t. I just feel slightly violated and judged when I come across pages like that or “Sack the Stylist” or “What Were You Thinking?!”. Why should anybody be judged by their outfit? Famous or not, I think everyone should have a right to dress exactly as they please without some bored nobody telling them they look hideous.

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So back to the point of personal style. For me, I would describe somebody with amazing style as someone who instigates trends rather than follows them. I personally think there is a craft to styling yourself. Anybody can look at the runway shows in September and predict what will be in the stores for Spring the following year. It is the people that start those trends, that are the true fashionistas. And by the trend instigators, I do not mean the Karl Lagerfeld’s and the Isabel Marant’s of the world. I mean the people, things, places that inspire them to create their coveted collections. Without the individuality of some unique and eccentric beings, we wouldn’t even have the clothes that we are currently wearing or being bought from places like Topshop and River Island.

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And don’t even get me started on Topshop and River Island. I despise them, and shops of the like. And that’s not to say I don’t go in them or buy their clothes, because I do. I just strongly believe they are the bane of the fashion world and an insult to those of the truly fashionable kind. I believe they are nothing more than a money-making scheme, selling clothes that aren’t particularly substantial enough to class as “fashion”, and it works! It certainly worked on me. Just because you buy your clothes from Topshop, doesn’t make you unique or different or even fashionable. It just makes you the same as everyone else. Think of the amount of people that have that top you bought from Topshop the other day. Or the dress. Or those shoes. What’s funny is one of the biggest fashion faux pas’ is being in the same room or something with somebody wearing the same thing as you, but if you buy your clothes from River Island, what do you expect?!

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I live in a place where individuality is not particularly expressed or even really encouraged. Because it’s such a small town, everybody seems to know someone who knows you and it can get extremely tedious and annoying. When I was 14, I came downstairs with red lipstick on and my grandad found this to be such a major thing. Red lipstick. So anyway, he went down to the pub and this was such a big deal that he told everybody there that I had red lipstick on. Now to me, this is no big deal whatsoever, just as mundane as someone wearing shoes, however this is also the pub that I work at. So I went to work on the next Friday and my second cousin who owns the pub came up to me and the first thing he said to be was “so I hear you were wearing red lipstick”, ERM, YEAH?! What’s your point?! They were acting as if I walked out of my house naked with a green afro. Not that there’s even anything wrong with that!!
Ever since I was little my parents used to take me to Camden Market (I say ‘used’ to, I still go, I just usually take myself). If you’ve never been to Camden, it’s a place where having eclectic style is the norm and most probably, blue jeans in Camden would be as hard to find as blue jeans in Lady Gaga’s wardrobe. So this place I used to LOVE to visit, just for all the different sights, different expressions of individuality and styles, and I still love to go there. For me, Camden Market is the epitome of personal style and I advise any budding (or established) fashion designer, stylist, makeup artist, photographer, journalist or whatever you do, to visit Camden just once. Because I guarantee if you go once, you’ll want to go again.

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So in reality, individuality is the way forward, not following trends or buying out Topshop. I think personal style is a personal journey, an evolution of you shown through your clothes. Like I said: personal style, style personal.