On the eve of a trip to China I bought skinny stretch jeans, a minute before they go right out of fashion. I coudn’t face buying distressed ones after throwing away the old pair for being too tatty. On the plane to Shanghai I see young people in stylish faded denim shirts and jeans: when I last went to China, 42 years ago, everyone was dressed in blue cotton. Everyone. And I thought you saw more of the individual without makeup and fashion. On my return I wore nothing but jeans and jean jackets for twelve years straight.
I’m so excited about this visit: and some of my values haven’t changed a bit. Life is still too short for ironing, and I’m not going to ape poverty with £150 price tag.