Despite having been to fashion school and having subscribed to any number of glossy, expensive magazines, I dress like a messy child.
At work, I can often be found in kilts not dissimilar to those worn by convent pupils, or three-quarter high waisted jeans off of the ’80s.
I got dressed by a personal stylist from an app and she turned me into an adult
It’s not entirely my fault; the vast majority of my wardrobe is comprised of hand-me-downs from my parents and neighbours.… Read the full story