I typed "lingerie stores" into Naver Maps. Apparently, I was ten minutes from a pair of crisp white knickers. Forty minutes later, I was wandering around in circles in Louis Vuitton. Up the escalator again. Prada pants, anyone?
The concierge sent me to Venus on the eighth floor. Love, attraction and desire flashed in front of my eyes. The problem was that Venus specialised in padded matching sets. Padding-wise, I'm doing fine on my own, thanks.
Read MoreI once boarded an EasyJet flight in an orange cotton shirt dress. I’ll leave it to your imagination to figure out what happened next. Let’s just say I was accidentally promoted to cabin crew.
Some of my biggest fashion faux pas have occurred either en route to or in Paris. You arrive with one of those ridiculous carry-on suitcases, when all you really want is your entire wardrobe, a stylist, a blow-dry, and a small dog.
Read MoreI’ve been walking the streets thinking about writing about Dame Tracey Emin, and it’s giving me anxiety. Taking on Britain’s greatest female artist is no small task. So I’ve decided to follow in Tracey’s footsteps and be brave.
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