Ever since I was a child, even though my family was poor, I somehow developed a taste for the finer things. What a nightmare for my mother, my siblings were satisfied with margarine, but not me, I wanted Organic French salty butter. Well, I was walking home, passing through Knightsbridge (I don’t walk home very often as London isn’t safe at night anymore, but I had a great dinner and wanted to walk some of the crème brulée off), I headed down Sloane Street and luckily the shops were shut as I saw so many beautiful things. Oh how I love fashion!