MRS TREFUSIS TAKES A TAXI

Fashion, by definition, is ephemeral and transient. Why is it, then, that whenever I open the doors of my wardrobe these days, the contents ...

Fashion Week. You'd think it was bloomin' Holy Week-it's talked of in similarly reverent tones. You ask someone (anyone) if they...

Even I am weary of all ths solipsistic wailing: the sound of my own voice comes back to me like a fractious, over-indulged child. I definite...

The fashion cupboard is the work equivalent of the long dark night of the soul, stirring up every anxiety and provoking every demon one thou...

I am in Daniel Hersheson having my hair blow-dried for an upscale magazine's awards ceremony. The hairdresser is tattooed from head to t...

I cried every day for a month. Then only on wednesdays between half past twelve and twenty past one which was rather a waste of the exquisit...