The Guardian -
27 Jan 2019 08:00

I'm at the cutting edge of haute couture. Eureka! As those who know me will readily attest, I could never be accused of being a fashion victim. My clothes-buying decisions seldom go beyond whether I really need another linen shirt or whether or not to go for turn-ups. Yet last week, I found myself being drawn into the curious - to me - world of high fashion and its singular vocabulary: capelet, tuxedo-jupe, paper-bag waists, cigarette-style trews, point-of-difference pencil skirt. I realise that...
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