With the media heavily focused on the work of established designers during London Fashion Week, it was always too easy to miss emerging talent. Thanks to legendary fashion writer Colin McDowell, that all changed in 2003 when he created Fashion Fringe, an annual award platform that offers new designers the chance to launch their labels in London.
I have thought about attaching a “Keep Out” sign to my bathroom door, but “Enter at Your Peril” is probably more appropriate. Like a slovenly teenager trying to hide a messy bedroom from his mum, my bathroom is no longer a sight for the faint-hearted — particularly my own mother who keeps a duster rather than a hankie in her handbag.
I’ve always been rather keen on wellingtons and will never forget my favourite pair. Long, bronze with golden flecks, I loved them and kept them by my bed so I could look fashionable in a sudden flood.
Following in the swishy steps of such revered creators as Jimmy Choo and Karl Lagerfeld, it is now the turn of rising British star William Tempest to dip his toe in the high street with a capsule collection for River Island.
There are only 16 days left of what we laughingly call British summertime, which means approximately 384 hours before I turn green. Not a vivid forest green like the Wicked Witch of the West, but a watery shade of asparagus that makes me look tired and unwell. It’s the price I pay for being olive skinned. Bronze in summer; a stuffed-cabbage coloured in winter.
For 30 years, the orthodoxy across northern Europe has been that sun exposure is bad for health. For almost 20 years, official UK policy – cheered on by dermatologists, cancer charities and beauty editors — has been to caution against sun exposure by covering up with lightweight clothing and/or high-SPF suncream and a hat.
It is up for debate which designer (or duo in the case of Dolce & Gabbana) was the pioneer of the spring/summer 12 trend for intricate detail which pervaded so many catwalk collections and which has found its way onto the high street at twice the speed of sound.
For most of us, the biggest questions we have to face relating to our hair, is how much to have cut, or when to have our highlights retouched. But for some women, who have suffered the esteem-shredding horror of hair loss through alopecia or following chemotherapy, there are more fundamental questions, such as will I ever be able to look at myself in the mirror again.