I was born in Northampton, to a seamstress mother and a flamboyantly dressed father. I grew up with the notion that dressing wasn’t merely practical but rather an opportunity for expression and something that warranted time and attention.

I took this to extremes, taking my parents’ clothes and cutting them up to make new ones. I thought my creations would be met with applause but when they saw the scraps around me I was berated. The association I gleaned was that creating was bad, which may have had something to do with me choosing a less artistic path.

At University, I studied Business & Languages, enjoying a year of it at a Grande École in Paris (more for what Paris had to offer than the rigorous business training). I bought copies of French Vogue and cheap earrings and marvelled at the French sophistication. Upon graduating, I worked for several years in a branding & design agency before joining Storm Model Management as a booker on the New Faces desk.

My years at Storm showed me the madness and wonder of the fashion industry and I felt at home. I experienced life on shoots (Wait! You can work as a stylist? That’s a job?). I left to become a freelance fashion stylist and the rest is history.

When not travelling for work or sourcing vintage clothes, I’m at home in Primrose Hill with my two teenage daughters, trying to hunt down the clothes they’ve swiped from my wardrobe. I suppose what goes around, comes around.