Queer Eye's Tan France and others on clothes they've loved and lost

Five snappy dressers reveal the items they miss most - and why they were much more than just something to wear I've had the funniest relationship with clothes; I keep losing them. My wardrobe calamities began three years ago, boarding a plane home from England to Northern Ireland. Seatbelt fastened, I realised my favourite sweater was missing. I had, presumably, idly dropped it around the departure gates. But I'd never know. The flight took off. My grey Sunspel sweatshirt with its cute hound dog...