When people come to me, I always like to ask a lot of questions. If you have something you want in mind, it isn't always easy to articulate what that is, especially when the idea is quite vague. Translating Oliver's idea was a aprticular challenge. Because he had already owned a much loved green cotton jacket, worn to destruction and eventually lost. [...]

*Fog, falling leaves, the first proper cold - yup, it sure feels like autumn. And I was already resigned to spending the next, oh, eight months in my mostly black cold weather wardrobe - until I ran into Katharina at the Berlin Press Days, wearing such a gloriously colourful outfit that I just had to take her picture. She admitted she rarely wears colour, but [...]

Having a bag named after me was never on the list of things I hope to accomplish in life. But, friends, it should've been. Because it gives me a stupid amount of pleasure to show you: The Marlene. I should perhaps mention that no-one is calling it The Marlene except me, but who cares about such a minor detail when you've had a bag designed for you. Do [...]

If you asked James which part of the closet is his, he'd point at the right door. If you ask me the same question, I'd point at the whole closet. I'm constantly stealing his stuff, especially his shirts, particularly now that the weather's getting colder. But since I'm not completely unreasonable and understand that he might occasionally need his own clothes, [...]

*I went to a screening of "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy" last night, the brilliantly dark adaptation of John Le Carré's spy novel. They got pretty much every talented English actor on board who had some spare time (they're all very, very good, although I'm starting my private "Gary Oldman for Oscar" campaign right now!). Paul Smith advised the filmmakers on [...]