The maxi: a symbolic example of how my taste can change quite dramatically with the wave of a new season. A fresh trend hits my subconscious in three steps: 1) I don’t like it because it’s new and everyone’s wearing it. 2) It begins to grow on me as I notice how gorgeous people are making it seem. 3) I become infatuated with it and make it my mission to wear it, whilst finding ways of rocking it differently to everybody else in an abstract manner - very important. With the maxi, for example, I have so far taken to deviating from the norm by wearing it with a long baggy shirt, possibly gingham or horizontally striped if the skirt isn’t patterned but otherwise a casual printed t-shirt. The baggier the better, as is a common characteristic of my t-shirt collection. Despite this tomboyish slant, I admire the femininity and traditional 1970s style that the maxi skirt or dress embodies.

Examples of other of my recent conquests include the ankle sock, the chunky heel, an abundance of feathers, heart-shaped gold chavvier-the-better hoops, and an obsession with expanding my collection of statement necklaces. As for the winter wardrobe so far, it’s basically my summer wardrobe plus tights, a lone scarf that seems to go with everything and is the size and thickness of a blanket (whether it’s actually a scarf is questionable), and my trusty Urban Outfitters oversized dreamcoat.