Spent a lazy Sunday strolling through Portobello Road Market, hay fever has had me in it’s grips for the last few weeks, so as I’m a bit worse for ware I went with a pretty basic look.
There’s a saying ‘West is BEST’ and it’s said, as one would expect, by people in live in west London. It’s an interesting borough to be sure, it’s home to the Portobello Road Market and Carnival, it’s where the film ‘Notting Hill’ took place and is home to some of the wealthiest and the poorest in the city. There is a massive divide between the have and have-nots. It was the site of the horrific Grenfell Tower disaster a year ago and the scars are still visible…
I used to work in the area but haven’t visited in a few years. This visit was heavy, the poverty and the wealth were suddenly more obvious to me.
I had decided to sport a high end handbag, to make myself feel less out of place and less judged by the monies milling about the area… but it mostly just made me feel guilty. Growing up poor, and now not being such, is really complicated. I struggle trying to establish an identity that is honest about both and it’s hard.