t's 1921 and I'm in a room with 38-year-old Gabrielle Chanel, looking impeccable in an ensemble comprising a wellfitted blazer, pencil skirt and beret. She shakes her head and purses her lips in dissatisfaction with a litany of "nos”, and gestures for me to move on. In this virtual reality world, I have successfully followed cues in three separate rooms, and used my hands in this alternate universe
