I was an odd child. I never followed fashion, too interested in being comfy. In the end I would just wear what I wanted. There was the red-spotted sock incident. Basically I was a kid when the fad was coloured socks, short ones. All mine were white. We had no money so I had to… Continue reading Fashion and fads

"You see," the woman says pointing at the screen. "No," the man says. "He just got on." "Where?" The woman sighs and hits rewind. In exaggerated steps everyone on the London street move backwards at a maniacal pace. "There," she says, pointing at a man in a red beanie hat. The picture moves forward in… Continue reading Through the clear glass