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A symbolism to feminism, the culottes have rebelled against social convention throughout history. That revolutionary split in the skirt meant the straddle could be achieved, whether on horseback or a bicycle, the practicality gave women freedom and empowerment in times of male dominance.
The styles we wear today reinforce the feminist values of our ancestral women- we are dynamic, practical and unbound by fitted styles that benefit the male gaze. Free from straight jacket dresses, mummy wrapped midis and don’t bend over mini skirts. You can breathe out now, skip the fake tan and revel in the fact that you didn’t shave your legs because, the culottes are functional and free-spirited, yet so elegantly feminine.

Making these culottes was such a pleasure. By pattern manipulation, I invigoratingly flared out the leg, lowered the crotch and loosened the hips. Using a polyester suiting fabric meant the trouser leg draped well, yet kept their flared silhouette. A days work, with neatly finished seams, a concealed zip and an ethereal fit that flatters my shape; these culottes have become an enshrinement in my wardrobe. With the changing of seasons, shirts and crops can be replaced with slouchy knits to pair.
So with the last few days of autumnal sunshine I present my culottes… In daytime casual, I pair them with a striped knit and pointed flats, whilst emulating Parisian chic after mon petite déjeuner on the Champs-Elysees (or the Streets of Manchester, close enough right?). And for twilight cocktails, the pointed heels are strapped on and the checked shirt buttoned up, I feel sophisticated and grown up.. after all I am 22 years old now, its about time.

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The long bittersweet weekend I spent up North has come to an end, and although we say are farewells, our memories shared are sweet.
My birthday celebrations took us to Manchester, a metropolis brimming with favourable delights of culture, arts and history. The Northern hub is stimulating to the eye and promises a photogenic walk around its streets. Comparable to London with its mix of urban hipster and historic surroundings, Manchester is not so overcrowded and has a friendly northern vibe.

The approaching hum and rattle of the tram followed us around as we rambled the city, discovering endless shops, galleries and street food markets. The Manchester Art Gallery held the Cotton Couture exhibition, which featured a short film explaining the history of cotton manufacture in Manchester. On display were rows of elegant 1950’s gowns made by British and French designers in unconventional cotton fabrics. The gallery also hosts an exquisite permanent collection, featuring some of my favourite artists- Turner, Alma-Tadema and John William Godward.

Upon trailing back to the hotel after a long day touristing, we were captured by the stunning grandeur of Manchester Central Library in St Peters Square. We nestled ourselves into a cosy corner of the neoclassic rotunda, quiescently absorbed into the library’s publications.

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Our mission was to climb Mount Snowdon; to increase our pulse, to tire our muscles and then revel in the satisfaction of conquering the highest peak in Wales. But our first mission was finding mighty mountain.
An area of narrow, tall hedged winding roads is a hazardous feature for the urban tourist. Accustomed to concrete forests, the abundance of greenery becomes indistinguishable, as do the unpronounceable signposts to the English monolinguist.
The mountainous backdrop soon began to arise from the exhausting labyrinth and compass us towards its direction.
Like sitting front row in the cinema, the mountainous scenery was on full screen, we were at Snowdon’s base. And as it turned out, so was everyone else…
With the car parks full, we decided to do the driving tour of Snowdon. Hilly roads provided an exhilarating roller coaster ride, with stunning views of the surrounding landscape.
So I guess this is a lazy guide to Snowdon, but it gives me all the more reason to return!

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Staycations have prevailed this year, and although I am an advocate for UK adventuring, I can’t help but pine for sun kissed, Mediterranean meanders through a pretty white washed village.
Portmeirion did not disappoint. My lust fulfilled, we left behind the rural backdrop of Wales for an hour or two and became captivated into an Italian-esque, fantasy village.

Influenced by the Baroque movement, designer Sir Clough Williams-Ellis has manipulated this artificial village with sublime opulence.
It is beautifully constructed upon the landscape, with dramatic architecture accentuating the hillside that gazes down onto the River Dwyryd estuary.

Portmeirion succeeds at seducing you into this pursuit of perfectionism of macaroon coloured buildings embellished with romantic Renaissance art, stucco sculpturing and peeping arches that overlook the river.
You become part of the idealism, playing a role as you stroll along the cobble stoned paths, pretending you are Lucy Honeychurch in ‘A Room With a View’.

So, after a pleasant wander through the gardens, a ponder in the fountain square and an alfresco dine outside the gelato shop we were ready to head back to reality.

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Historic town Caernarfon boasts a grandiose status with its medieval castle overlooking the river Sieont. Whilst it’s town reveals a quaintness, intrinsically built around the relic walls and with it’s intimate streets that lead you to the harbour.

An array of pastel washed townhouses and brightly hued shops mellow the stern grey walls of the fortress.
It’s photo snapping tourists (including myself) and friendly cafe culture, leave no hint of the austere and intimidating medieval town that once stood.

After a curious cycle around the area, the lure of the colourful gelato shop enticed us in. And so we stood, in the shadows of Caernarfon Castle happily licking away our gelato’s!
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