Imagine being an A-lister who attends a dozen of red carpet events a year. Your first time smiling to cameras in a 10K-pound gown should be exciting. The second and third probably too. But sooner or later I imagine you’d be fed up with the LBDs and the red Valentinos and the 5-inch Louboutins and the Chanel No. 5, and craving for a change in the dress code, right? Wouldn’t you dream of, like, a punk-themed gala?
Nah, I’m not getting married anytime soon. I’m as good at relationships as I am at cooking – and you should know that I consider fairly tolerable scrambled eggs my top culinary achievement to date. Anyway, were I planning to tie the knot, 2013 would a good year to do so. Firstly, because it’s finally becoming equal for all – at least in the UK, where I live, and in France, where couture lives. And secondly, because the runways have recently been swept with some absolutely astonishing white creations.