I remember visiting the Biba shops in the 70s in Kensington High Street with my mum. It was so exciting. I’d spin around in all the dark feather boas, satin and sequin and ostrich and peacock feathers. Put my fingers in the mauve and black glitzy make up and watch my mum try on lots of minute outfits. Then we’d go back down to the South Coast where she was much too glamorous to fit in with all the small town ladies. I was embarrassed of her. If only I’d known then what I know now.
