I’ve recently moved to Chelsea, which is all very lovely, but it does come with its disadvantages. One of them being that whenever you tell anyone where you live they raise their eyebrows and say ‘ooh that’s posh!’ In a kind of weird judgey way, or call you a rich c u next Tuesday, which does happen surprisingly often. Also you find yourself constantly fighting for pavement space with Rolling Stones and MIC devotees, or rich tourists who have got all dressed up in their Louis V and Bulgari to take a gander down the Kings Rd, to show how just rich they are. And EVERY single time you look up – be it ten in the morning or ten at night- you are confronted by a lady in excruciatingly tight leggings or gym capris, neon Nikes and always (and without fail) a lightweight padded jacket. It’s definitely a strong look and one I’ve also been guilty of doing (sans puffa jacket; because unless it’s an XL duvet or an actual 90s puffa jacket, I find the look far too yummy mummy for someone under the age of 30 or not a mummy).
Having frequented Clapham and lived in Dulwich, I know that walking around in your gym kit is a thing and has been for some time now.
It’s a way of telling the world you work out, that you are living a clean lifestyle (even if you have just popped into the pub for a ‘quick G&T’) and a chance to take your new and improved tooshy out on the town.
It’s a look that probably has as much staying power as uggs or flares (two looks that always seem to resurface after a few years off the radar), so I figured I’d pay tribute to the trend all the industry peeps and trend forecasters are calling ‘Athleisure’ and that at some point, despite your stance on it, you will find yourself falling victim to, whether you make it to the gym or not.