I don't really go to clubs anymore. I’m actually quite settled. Living in Highgate with my dog and my husband and my daughter! I’m not a hell-raiser. But don’t burst the bubble. Behind closed doors, for sure I’m a hell-raiser.

I wanted it to be kind of dreamy and 1920s, when everything is soft-focus.

I do love New York. But I'm a Londoner at heart.

Now I can walk into a room full of people I don't know and do my job. That's quite a massive thing to learn, I think.

I don't want to be myself, ever. I'm terrible at a snapshot. Terrible. I blink all the time. I've got facial Tourette's. Unless I'm working and in that zone, I'm not very good at pictures, really.

It doesn't matter; even if you do tend to wear the same things all the time, it's how you wear them and your attitude that counts.

I'm not really a fashion designer. I just love clothes. I've never been to design school. I can't sketch. I can't cut patterns and things. I can shorten things. I can make a dress out of a scarf.