Oh, I love clothes, I've had a genuine and deep love for clothes for over 30 years, my first big fasion memory was saving up and getting the train down to London when I was 15 to buy a pair of Gucci clogs I'd seen in Vogue (so that would be in 1988), and buying Pam Hogg catsuits and John Richmond clubwear, and neoprene and fur coats and Wolford bodies, I threw myself into a deep and abiding love of clothes and how they can transform the wearer from an early age.
I remeber my mother saying to me once, 'You wear clothes like a disguise, you dress for the situation almost like costume' (I was wearing a Miss Jean Brodie style ensemble as I was in a slightly pedagogic role at the time). But clothes are theatre, I love waking up and thinking 'Who am I going to be today?' depending on what I'm doing.
That's not to say I have a mad dressing-up box approach to my wardrobe, it's evolved over time, and my style is most definitely 'me', but I always enjoy the thrill of slipping on a persona and striding out, knowing the particular face I want to world to see today is the one I'm projecting.
Thinking about outfits and finding the elusive 'finisher' to a particular imagined get-up is a very happy place for me.