A couple of weeks ago, before I got swallowed up by the Fashion Week monster and my newly found love for ironing and packing boxes, I was invited to judge a style competition at my “local”-ish shopping centre, the N1 Islington.
Well today is the day I announce the winner. To be fair, as soon as I saw him, I knew he would be my pick, but I waited all evening to see if there would be anyone with a stronger personal style. There were some pretty great outfits on display that night, there was also an Elvis impersonator – you get the idea.
But no more digression, the winner of the street style competition is….