
During the hurricane of Fashion Week, Blogging is Boring would like to point out that although nothing seems more pressing than the clothes you wear, there are more important things in live then 'mode'. For instance, when you walk past a tramp in King's Cross, do not judge them for wearing last season's wares, all tatty and frayed. Instead, look them in the eye and offer them lunch. Not an Ivy lunch of course; they wont get past the doorman, and have probably never heard of bang-bang chicken anyway. No. Instead, be kind, understanding, and offer them a sandwich. Oh, and buy them a scarf or something (not Hermes). You see, tramps are more valuable than we think, as evident on the runways this week. Trampy trends paraded with pride at Unique, and the great outdoors made a rare appearance in the great tent. So next time you spot a tramp in Hoxton Square, look a little closer... It's probably just Agyness in a hoodie.





