My Love For The City

I’ve forever been a fan of big cities. The type of cities that truly never sleep. The type of cities that have charisma and hidden depth lying in side streets of untouched buildings and quirky shops that speak a thousand words to the lost minds. I’ve always been a little bit of a lost mind, not in the sense that I am clueless of my surroundings bus instead the idea that I really don’t know where I am meant to be, or what I am meant to be doing. I’m lost in the sense that I am unsure of what life has planned for me, I’m searching for what It is I want to do, where it is I want to be and for some reason in amongst feeling like this the city speaks to me in ways that I never even thought was possible. 

“For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home.” 

You’re heading down a busy street, let’s say you’re in Notting Hill. Every couple of blocks there are side streets with beautiful town houses stretching a couple of yards back before you find yet another side street of similar houses, and fancy cars. The side streets are quieter, less touristy yet they feel more like the true city than any of the main streets and main attractions. They have personality, they have quirk and you find yourself getting deeper and deeper into them. You’re lost yet you aren’t. You’re in a neighbourhood you’ve never been in before, yet for some strange reason it feels like home, you feel safe in it and you feel like you can truly be yourself in it, maybe even more so than your actual hometown.

 The thing with big cities to me is that they allow you to be diverse, they allow you to choose each day the person you want to be. You feel less judged when you are in the city, you feel like complete strangers are more friendly than half the people are where you live. You can dress up, and change styles each day. One day you want to go crazy and pattern clash and colour block, the next day you want to channel your inner rock chick; leather biker jacket, graphic tee and frizzy hair you attempted to tame in the morning. You can be the real you in a city, you don’t have to attempt to hide who you are in order to fit in, because the truth is no two people are the same in the city, people behave less like sheep and more like individuals, they feel accepted, like they belong. 

I’ve never been a fan of where I live, there isn’t much to do, or much to see. I want to live in a city that has endless possibilities, where each day can look different from the last, where there is so much to do that you really can’t get tired of exploring hidden gems and unique cafes and shops that you just can’t find anywhere else. You can wonder round on your own, sit in a cafe and do some work while watching the hustle and bustle of the outside world passing right in front of your eyes, you can watch the people go about their day, no two the same. You can sit and be in complete awe at the fact that you are at one with the city and with life itself!

What I’m Wearing:

Skirt: Asos

T-Shirt: Urban Outfitters

Jacket: Mango *similar

Bag: Zara *similar

Boots: Office *similar

Caitlin x 

Photos by Faye Fearon: Instagram/ Twitter /Website 

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