I had a chat with Camilla Morton, London-based fashion writer and all round jolly nice person about her books, cats, fashion designers and blonde hair.

In a life before, extra-marital affairs were not reported, unless dramatized by Shakespeare, misdemeanors were kept behind closed doors, and mobile phones were not hacked for tabloid gain. The same is true of fashion. I remember Jean Paul Gaultier freaking out at the idea of my entourage of backstage photographers. When I tried to calm the Gallic delight we struck upon a bizarre compromise - next time I was getting ready for a party he would come over and snap pictures and ask inane questions at the most inconvenient times while I tried to get ready. No, hang on. That's a nightmare.