I have two in my wardrobe currently, having sent a third to a charity shop last summer. One of the two is wearable - just about - layered under a trophy jumper, with the collar peeking out. The other hangs, unworn, unloved, in my closet reproaching me for my stupidity in falling, yet again, for the illusory charm of a CWS (Crisp White Shirt).
A few years ago, we might have cited John Rocha and Matthew Williamson as the hottest tickets for London Fashion Week. The New Guard have trounced on that theory. They are more than just BFC sponsored talent, the lucky creatives that escaped the unemployment net. They are the rebirth of British fashion design. Yeah, I said it. An actual rebirth.
From her 'Locomotion' days to the recent 'Aphrodite' tour (with costumes created by Stefano Gabbana and Domenico Dolce), the 44-year old singer is now the star of a book which charts the various style eras of her career - and the designers and fashion houses she has collaborated with over the years.
There are moments in fashion when you recognise something that will change the landscape of our fair industry. It happened at Jil Sander in September 2010 when Raf Simons transformed neon colours into a palatable concept with that skirt. But now, the new 'it' item has arrived, storming catwalks and constructed by the real who's who in fashion. If you are looking for the defining autumn addition then this is it. Seriously. Introducing, the trouser suit.
The waist is back. If you've been hiding under a rock recently and missed the memo, the waist has made a marked recent return to the catwalks, squeezing out beautiful hourglass from even tower blocks of fashion. A surprise it is not given the enormous success of Mad Men that swept the waist in all its glory back into fashion's frontline.
When I was younger I didn't really 'get' fashion. I mainly ran around in wellington boots, Barbour jackets (way before they were cool) and got jolly muddy in the rain. All I knew was that whatever was in Vogue was really, really beautiful and that I wanted to edit it. This desire has stayed with me becoming my ultimate point of focus. Years later and surrounded daily by thousands of pounds worth of clothes, there are still some things that I don't 'get'.
Skimpy outfits, made-up faces, smoothly waxed bodies. These are some of the images that come into my head when I think of the Olympics. I'm certainly not sporty in any way myself. So perhaps I'm going about it all wrong when I look at athletes, especially female ones, and wonder why their bodies are so hairless and why their leotards and sports bras seem to barely cover their flesh.