Can an ugly duckling turn style queen in one weekend?
Forget good taste or a natural sense of style; celebrities look good (with notable exceptions) because they have stylists. While we muddle together outfits from our uninspiring wardrobes, they have the expert advice of a fashionista, who can spot a fad from a classic and make mutton look like lamb. And with my dour wardrobe, I was one lamb ready for the slaughter. My wardrobe is filled with the mismatched product of snatched Saturday afternoons battling the crowds on Oxford Street, only to come back with a bag of rushed purchases buoyed by the enthusiasm of a well-meaning but misguided friend. It was time for an overhaul, and time to give in to an unadulterated weekend of retail overindulgence. Eager to escape London and turn this trip into a long weekend, I headed to a city where the inhabitants are born to shop; where every street, restaurant and nightclub is a catwalk, and where high street and department stores are in close proximity. Couple this with a trendy city centre apartment
