Retro, a word I prefer when it comes to my wardrobe. This season saw a revival of the flared cropped trousers. Now you know, trends bore me terribly. However, I spent many years unsuccessfully scouring shops for this trouser style. And now suddenly, they are everywhere. Finally! I now have quite an impressive repertoire of flared cropped pants which I will wear on a rota (even after they fall out of favour). Trousers aside, I also found a striking military coat as well as the only star print I have ever liked, in the form a floaty dress that I wore outside the Hotel Fuster. This is where Woody Allen stayed while he directed Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Another note of merit is their expresso martini, my love for coffee surely surpasses that of alcohol, but the fusion of the two at the Fuster is delicious. And so it seemed the perfect place to shoot Wallis’ W Collection, their premium line; all of which I covet as all the clothing has the feel of my favourite word: retro. The military coat is the Diana Vreeland of my wardrobe, as for the high neck cable knit? My 1970s Diane Keaton. The flares are certainly an Edie Sedgwick. As for the stars? Stevie Nicks, ofcourse. All these wonderful women, it isn’t a surprise I refuse to read fashion magazines, the women whose style I steal and clumsily claim as my own all come from a decade that is not mine. I truly wear glasses for the past, I have two very retrospective eyes when it comes to inspiration. Should I cast my eyes ahead, you might ask? No I don’t think I should, you see, it’s all reality show stars, selfies and balloons for body parts in front of me. I prefer to look back. In fact, I’ll always be looking back, stepping ahead in styles like cropped flares but with my influences always behind me like a shadow.