As a twenty-something foreigner making my way through London, I often find myself in situations where I feel out of my depth and definitely not well-coiffed enough to be in attendance. When I first moved over here that was a regular occurrence, constantly trying to soften my accent, adjust to the social cues and generally make myself more palatable for a class of people to which I don’t think I’ll ever belong.
Knightsbridge sums up this feeling for me. Except now it comes tinged with an element of amusement, having spent a period of time at one of its iconic department stores writing about clothes I could never afford. The Aubrey is smack bang in the middle of this cha-ching borough, and was firmly pre-judged by me.
