I’ve always had eclectic taste in clothes. Ever since I was old enough to dress myself, I’d bound down the stairs to show my mum the outlandish combinations I’d orchestrated, stripey tights, spotty t-shirts and all. “That’s very you, darling” is a phrase that often leaves her mouth, meaning that this is a combination she personally would not wear but I somehow master.
Last year, I took the next step and applied my habit of dressing like a walking rainbow to my hair. I decided
