At school, a careers adviser asked me what I wanted to be, and I said 'fashion journalist,' so writing for 'Vogue' has provided me with the opportunity to fulfill a dream.

The chihuahua and the pink velour track suit. I think it's kind of an iconic look.

I'm never going to be one of those people who is good at organization. But I'm very visual. I have a catalog in my head of things I already own, so it's easy to shop and I always know exactly what I'm looking for.

Not everything happens for a reason. Sometimes life just sucks.

Listen, the idea that I might be a fashion soothsayer is very flattering but completely inaccurate.

The problem with heartbreak is that nobody can help you when you're heartbroken. Nobody and nothing. Not the films you watch alone desperately searching for a character who feels the way you do, not the glasses or bottles of whisky you keep by your bed and certainly not Instagram.

I'm not 100% nice all the time, so I find it quite hard to be really pleasant.