Like a knight in shining armour: that's how I felt closing the Louis Vuitton cruise show in San Diego this past May. The sun was setting behind the beautiful, brutalist Salk Institute, casting long shadows on the concrete runway as I walked out wearing a floor-sweeping silver coat. My legs - as golden as the early evening light, shimmering beneath metallic shorts - led the way for the army of models behind me.
Everything about the show was incredible: the clothes, the setting, that I had been asked to lead the finale, that I was there at all. It has been almost 10 years since I was rushed into hospital, just hours from death, with toxic shock syndrome (TSS) – a condition caused by an excess of
