If fashion is something, it’s revolutionary. It finds inspiration anywhere and a fishmonger is, without a doubt, anywhere.

I’ve spent all winter seeing rubber AIGLE boots in the poshest feet up and around and I’ve had to get used to the darn Crocs (I haven’t quite digested them but who knows). If I still haven’t seen neon construction vests in the clubs it’s because in my town they haven’t thought of selling them in the trending season colours (yet).

My point is that not only Kate Moss or Kelly Orborne are trendy (thankfully). I’m sure Dr. Martens never would have imagined that the boots he designed with stolen leather around 1945 would be in every punk-chic closet, and at the same time, be part of the policemen and construction worker’s uniform. Or that a bomber jacket would be a hallmark for certain urban tribes. “From profession to the benefit” were probably the words that came out of the business man who started collecting dollar bills as the haute couture manufacture uniform started hitting the streets (and in most cases, the best residential complexes).

Fashion is picky and cool hunters are capable of pulling style out of a cocoon. Just take one look at Amy, almost top in London’s Fashion Week thanks to Julian MacDonald’s instinct and that breathtaking iconic hair of the urban catwalk.

Amy winehouse in pink top and