The October edition

The implications of my frivolously dismissing fashion

Hi friends,

I remember clearly a conversation I had with one of my best friends like… eight years ago, now. I ran into her on the underground; both of us on the way to work. It was 9am and she looked fabulous. I, on the other hand, was dressed in tracksuits with not a stitch of makeup on. Chances are I hadn’t even brushed my hair. Common practice, for me…