I am just back from a month of sitting on the front row in — to give the order of service — New York, London, Milan and Paris. I am a size 12, quite a bit smaller than the British average of 16 but positively enormous compared with 99 per cent of the models I have seen in the four fashion capitals. I am sad and I am angry.
I am not the only one. I have spoken to many of my peers who feel the same. Indeed, never have there been so many heated front-row and back-of-car debates during fashion month.
Not, given how everyone was agreeing, that they should be classified as debates. Like me, Chioma Nnadi, who heads British Vogue, has found.
