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Time has changed and i don't care anymore. I really don't care anymore.
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just to introduce myself ...

Hi everybody, I'd like to introduce myself by telling you something about costumes in britain, perhaps it will be interesting for someone, and maybe it'll be a good reason to write something alternative of the usual "hello here I am".
Hope not to be booring.

Here it is what I discovered:


One's wardrobe doesn't hold the same importance for everyone in Britain.
Until recently, it didn't matter at all to the lower classes. Men in the north wore drip-dry shirts and polyester suits that glowed in the dark, and women wore blue plastic shoes more suitable for a doll than for someone with real feet and the need to walk in Newcastle.
For the gentleman, or those with aspirations is in that direction, clothes were an obsession, studied with great care, helped along at times by literature (Oscar Wilde) seemed to have an aphorism for every article of clothing and maintained at great financial sacrifice.
Today the situation is somewhat changed.

At Marks & Spencer, the chain founded in 1894 by a Polish Jew (Marks) and an Englishman (Spencer), you can buy pure cotton underwear, pure wollen jumpers and honest copies of Barbour raincoats without spending your life's saving.

Marks & Spencer's success (two hundred and eighty-two outlet in Britain and a few foreign acquisitions like the American company Brooks Brothers) shows how the country has changed. Not only are the British richer, but they are willing to spend a part of that wealth to dress like other Europeans.

Riding the waves of this new interest in clothing is a fashion industry that counts the Princess of Wales as one of its foremost ambassadors.
In 1987 the fashion industry (ten years erlier people would have laughed as such phrase) exported goods worth

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