There is a certain kind of woman who dresses for no-one but herself. Ladies that carry themselves with a quiet confidence and the subtle throw-down: “I don’t give a damn what you think – I look fabulous.” I’d quite like to count myself amongst those women. Some days I pull it off. Some days I don’t. There is an art to dressing fearlessly – and it is so much more to do with state of mind than state of dress.