This is the first article on fashion which I have ever written. Every now and again, I feel like I’ve got the hang of what ‘fashion’ is. I go to the shops, I look for it, I find it in the Sales section, I congratulate myself on finding it at a discount price, I leave the shops, and by the time I’m got outside I find that ‘fashion’ has changed.
Then I get home and read The Guardian and see that the ‘fashion’ I just purchased is made out of the bone marrow of Nepalese orphans. Oy Vey. Continue reading “White Socks”
