MRS TREFUSIS TAKES A TAXI

No child, nose pressed to the glass of the sweetshop has ever gazed as hungrily as me on one of my regular expeditions to the window of Chri...

The Harper's Bazaar & Moet party promised dancing and decadence, and a whisper of 80's revival. In practise, this mostly transla...

One day I must get over my addiction to lunchtime blowdries- it's hardly pro-credit crunch, and despite giving  up Starbucks comple...

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...