Are you a clean girl or an Insta baddie? A scandi girl or a goth dressed from head to toe Rick Owens? Tempting as it might be to try and fit ourselves into neat little boxes and Instagram factions, we must accept the complexities of life, and the multitudes we contain. Nowhere do I feel this more keenly than when sifting through the street-style photos from fashion month, the two wolves inside me snarling over scraps of Pepto-Bismol pink and goth-girl all black “rags”.

On the one hand, I want to be a sort of Hermès-wielding , Old Céline-wearing woman in the manner of Lily van der Woodsen: all crisp shirts and camel coats – perhaps something slinky by Tom Ford when the occasion calls for something skimpier than a trench coat. On the other hand, there’s a Miss Havisham-meets-Violet Beau

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