Since a relatively young age I found myself enraptured by the world of fashion and currently I really do not know anything else that quite fascinates me so. As a child I used to want to be fashion designer since I can remember and I spent my time painting Marchesa Princess esque dresses. Much to my brother’s dismay I once even made his action man a dress out of the netting in which you buy your oranges in – oops.
Every once in a while I do admittedly become a little jaded and wish I preferred other pursuits in life but then I always fall back in love with fashion all over again without fail. This interest grew and I grew up and I first started to become interested in designer fashion by reading Vogue. Some of the haute couture editorials simply blew my mind and so I fell in love with the fairy tale; the unaffordable, the dream. The word phantasmagoria springs to mind. To me these fashion editorials were a window into a different world and a way to escape the every day grind of my other wise ordinary life.
Whenever I see someone impeccably or dazzlingly dressed my face lights up and I have what I like to call a ‘fashion moment’. Whether it be a women in the perfect tulle dress or a man in an immaculate three piece tailored suit; these moments are nothing short of euphoric and although they tend to be brief they have quite a lasting impact. To this day I have yet to find anything that kindles a similar response in me. I feed off these moments, I find a new bounce in my step and at times find myself genuinely inspired. I find myself attached to brands and I love watch them grow and develop in time – there is a connection there that is unlike no other. The brands, the history and the future of the brands are important to me.
This love affair took a more active role in my life as I went from admiring fashion to creating my own fashion moments. I discovered the experience. The marble floor boutiques and department stores which used to scare me became my playground and I discovered that I could get the same kind of euphoria wearing clothes. The moment I put on my first pair of Jimmy Choos something inside me changed and I felt for the first time in my life like a million dollars. I was wearing something visually I adored and I felt good about myself; it was if a whole new world had opened up for me.
I love how with clothes I can be who I want to be; one day I can be dressed to the nines and the next I can be lounging about in old cashmere. This expression of myself soon became an extension of myself and I am known for how I dress and what I wear (or in some instances don’t). I never think of myself as a dictator of style so to speak but I know what I like and I know what I don’t like and when I love something, well, then I really cannot help myself. I genuinely enjoy my clothes, I love wearing them, I love dressing up and I even enjoy putting my shoes away in their dust bags and boxes. I collect clothes like an art collector collects art; each piece is special to me.
I am ashamed to admit at times that I breathe for fashion and yes I do dream about finding perhaps a more high brow vocation (perhaps investment banking; it would certainly be friendlier on my bank balance!). A fair few of my acquaintances think fashion is a very superficial thing – perhaps it is; but at the same time fashion is an important part of our lives. Fashion is also a very important factor to our economy here in England; fashion week each season alone brings in over £100,000,000 and our fashion industry in England was valued between £2.5 and £2.9 billion in 2010 and has no doubt increased since then. …but more importantly it makes me happy and one lesson in life I have learnt is to never taken anything for granted if it makes you happy. So my affaire de coeur with fashion continues; the fairy tale continues – I just need more excuses to wear ridiculous shoes than other because I can .