It takes me back to some key moments in my own fashion (or fashionable) life. Most people remember their first bike or their first family holiday. My memories are punctuated by fashion events. For me, style has often come from my environment and the people on the streets of London. I remember my first love affair with the high top boot was about ten years ago. I was sitting on the tube and an American women was sitting opposite me. I thought she looked so cool and original wearing high top Nike trainers with skinny pastel jeans and a French blue blazer. I made it my mission to create that outfit myself. Another memorable fashion moment was my absolute delight in discovering a vintage Chanel handbag five years ago in my local charity shop for £5. The shop owner must not have realised it was genuine and neither did I until I looked carefully at the lining. There was no mistaking the infamous gold back - to back c symbol on the clutch and the gold lettering inside the inner pocket. I still carry it with me to this day. I feel like Carrie Bradshaw. Another unforgettable time was queuing up for 3 hours to get into a Vivienne Westwood sample sale but remember that it was so worth it. I left with a pair of white kitten heel summer peep toe shoes with a green heart. I felt my spirits were elevated, better than my first kiss.
Fashion memoirs are what make you who you are. They are your style identity. They shape you. Noone can take away those moments away from you. Cherish them.
