I used to have straight hair when I was little. Then one day (I'm not sure when) it just exploded into a mass of curl and frizz. Now I'm one of those poor souls who have to put up with the daily (read: hourly) battle of having curly hair.
This war on American Apparel has got to stop - least of all because it's just giving the company exactly what it wants. But the ASA has got to realise that it's a complete waste of time to point a finger at one company in particular without pointing a finger at the industry as a whole.
As you enter the exhibition, you are met with the face of Alexander McQueen merging into his trademark skull, which for me signified the work and the person merging into the visionary he became. Known for his legendary catwalks and theatrical style, this has been translated into exhibition form.
Lee Alexander McQueen was a rare talent - he had that scarce combination of superb craftsmanship and extraordinary vision. And both of these pillars of his strength are on show in this stunning new exhibition of his work.
All the promises and commitments to giving girls a better future and empowering women to do more are thrown out the window when they are then used as clothes horses. What message does that send to our teen daughters!?
With 2014 now behind us why don't we all jump off the 'perfect female body' bandwagon or who knows where it will take us in 2015? So no Jasper Conran I don't want your revolutionary shape enhancing jeans or what's next? Maybe the ankle will make a comeback and I'll be forced to buy padded socks.
Fashion Week, unlike the fashion industry in many respects, is absolutely as mad as you think - especially for those of us not sitting front row, or being shuffled around by a driver. Egos are vast, photographers rife and the sartorial sights scaling between painfully cool and shamefully peacock-esque.
This 'between season' period of fashion limbo is the perfect time to work out who we are, sartorially speaking, so that we make sure we avoid those expensive mistakes we may have made in the past, both in terms of cost and style.
I've just been given an invitation to a bloggers' dinner party, which I was looking forward to receiving until I saw the theme - I have to go dressed as my favourite Gossip Girl character. I'm 42, I've never watched it and I don't intend to start now.
On arrival you move through corsets, shoes and dresses that map the story of fashion: from Cleopatra to Michelle Obama via Twiggy and Marlene Dietrich.
It happened so fast: the clocks went back, Halloween fast forwarded onto November and suddenly the party season arrived. For many of us December is a festive blur of work parties, dinners and Christmas shopping; I can't really help with the latter but I can come up with some sleek styling ideas so you look and feel fantastic, even after that sixth Prosecco...
Treasuring our clothes doesn't have to mean an end to shopping. Far from it! But what it does mean is not settling for second best. So next time you find yourself heading for a fast fashion fix, why not take a step back from the rail and simply ask yourself, is this item truly worthy of my wardrobe?
I have exciting news to announce! For the first time the Shoreditch Luxury aesthetic pioneered by my husband, Philip's, brainchild Mr. Start is availa...
The one-minute film sees dancers wearing the collection in the deserted streets of an eerily quiet and still Paris
Seems there's a gold rush going on at the moment everywhere (even the Team GB trophy cabinet) with glistening, golden shades shining from shop rails, beauty displays and shoe stores. When it comes to metallics I'm usually a silver or bronze girl although I do love a rose gold, especially for eyeshadows and jewellery.
So, my decision is this: an investment piece needs, well, an investment. I need a satchel that can give me everything I want in a bag. I want something beautiful yet practical. Something I can carry around my Macbook, notebooks, makeup and all the other essentials I take with me on a daily basis and not fall apart on me while I'm on the tube, leaving me scrambling around desperately trying to not lose anything amongst the commuters.