My ultimate style sin: I had actually given up on conscious fashion. Turned away from my once zealous (and possibly a bit snobbish) love for sustainability. Despite the articles, Instagrams and YouTube videos, until spotting Mindless Mag’s poster for a writing and sustainable fashion workshop on the back of a coffee shop toilet door in Liverpool last Monday (classy!), it had made me feel quite alone. With a very real mixture of relief and reluctance, I’d left it behind in Man

What varies by a few inches depending on who you get it from, and drives us women completely crazy? Clothes sizes. Growing up, Tamara Mellon, co-founder of Jimmy Choo, was my absolute idol. Not for any amazing reason, I didn’t aspire to take the fashion world by storm nor did I aspire to be a savvy business-woman. The reason I idolised her, whilst seemingly materialistic and ridiculous, was purely for the fact that when I was around the age of 8, eyes glued and brain immersed

On the surface, you would assume that I am a sustainable person. I’ve spent hours trawling YouTube for the best ways to go zero waste. I lecture my friends on their leather bags and choosing to have a meat-feast over a margherita. I have metal straws for god’s sake. Yet despite these efforts, my fashion choices are far from sustainable. A couple of weeks ago in University we completed a project on sustainability, and I’m ashamed to say that whilst my tutor was slagging off Mi