Let me share something I haven’t told anyone besides my accountant and my most non-judgmental friend: I haven’t bought a new designer item in eight months. For someone who’s spent…
Last Saturday, I was in Marlborough—that picturesque Wiltshire town where the high street looks like it was designed specifically for Richard Curtis to film charming scenes of Englishness—when I spotted…
The first time I wore tartan to London Fashion Week, I thought I was being ironic and subversive. This was 2010, and my vintage Vivienne Westwood tartan mini worn with…
I have a confession to make: I’ve never owned anything from Burberry. Not a scarf, not a trench coat, not even a lipstick. This is something of a cardinal sin…
It started, as many questionable decisions in my life have, with a late-night online shopping session and a glass of wine. I was scrolling through my emails, deleting the usual…
I’ve spent £432.78 on black tights this month. No, I haven’t lost my mind (well, no more than usual). I’ve been conducting what might be the most quintessentially British fashion…
I still have the last thing I ever bought from Topshop—a slightly ridiculous patent leather mini skirt that I absolutely did not need but couldn’t resist. It was January 2021,…
My first proper memory of a department store beauty hall was getting absolutely bollocked by my mum for spraying too much Tommy Girl perfume on my wrists during a rare…
I’ll admit it—I’m a bit of a snob when it comes to supermarket fashion. There, I said it. I’ve spent too many years in the hallowed halls of fashion weeks…