Your cotton T-shirt has about the same carbon footprint as driving a car for 5 miles. That may not seem like a lot, but it adds up. Each year, cotton clothing is responsible for greenhouse gas emissions equivalent to driving to the sun and back more than 1,000 times, or removing about 10% of the US's passenger vehicles off the road, according to an MIT report released this week.
For instance if God were to launch a range for TopShop, would we not gather on Oxford Street in our thousands to catch a glimpse as we did for Kate Moss? Or if God were to leave behind a series of handcrafts, would almost half a million of us not shuffle through to marvel at them as we did for Alexander McQueen's Savage Beauty?
Out of all the hyperbole and sartorial superlatives there's one adjective that really irks me. Nude... Search on any major fashion e-tailor and you will be met with pages upon pages of apparel and accessories in a pinkish to beige colour palette. Nude perhaps, if you're white.
Without a doubt the most popular enquiry I get is to give advice on what to wear for a wedding. Even though I'm on a relentless battle to change this, for most gent's dapper attire is saved for a special occasion. So starting from the bottom of the outfit I'm addressing what shoe brands you should have on your shortlist for your, or indeed someone else's wedding day.
Your late thirties are a funny time of life. Not least of all with the social pressure to have a fantastic relationship, an established career and the same body you took for granted in your twenties. Whilst, undoubtedly, your thirties are still relatively young compared to what they used to be considered, it's still less the decade of decadence and more the decade of maintenance.
During a reading for a smart and highly educated client it was explicitly well explained why she kept failing at 'self love' with the help of exercises from self-help books. An insight that can serve us all.
I am quite surprised to say that it has been pretty easy although I still have three months to go. I had imagined that the year would be a flurry of sartorial activity with me upcycling and making do and mending every spare moment. It hasn't exactly turned out like that!
For countries that have experienced an industrial revolution, the apparel industry has almost always spearheaded the shift. The possibility to work in garment factories provides independence to women undreamt of before. But at some point, something must have gone wrong...
With fashion month in full swing, I got to thinking - what's the deal with trends? Don't get me wrong, I love to see the process of a trend taking place, but do we all really love what's trending? Not always.
It seems curious, doesn't it, to buy brand new clothes that have been artfully, artificially distressed; to part with significant sums of money for clothes that appear to be in a state of disrepair, rather than in pristine condition?
This weekend, I went on a shopping expedition to a popular Belfast shopping centre. I more often shop online, but just this once, as the Autumn sunshine made the indifferent summer seem a million years away, I spent a couple of hours in the shops.
To my teenage self, the fashion industry represented originality, diversity and passion. A world I could only dream of. A degree, several jobs later and working in the thick of it, I found myself wondering what exactly had caught my imagination so much?
If there is one very obvious lesson we need to learn from the current economic climate, it's that the system isn't working for us. We need new ways of operating - an alternative worldview.
Now 20 million people in Britain have a tattoo, it feels about as free spirited as having a Tesco's club card. Back in my twenties, getting 'inked' was the kind of thing that still shocked your parents.
Like most things, the beginnings of any great change often grows from the grassroots, and in this instance with the individual demanding greater transparency from their retail outlets. If the market dictates cleaner fashion, my hope is that mainstream fashion will start to clean up its act. Only then will I willingly retire.
It's 2015 and it has become perfectly normal to throw out a t-shirt after there's just no more room in the closet, or if that $4.99 price tag somehow didn't translate to long lasting quality. The fashion industry has turned into the world's biggest polluter after oil and exploits workers in an endless race to cut corners for faster production times and cheap clothing.