Tacky tally

(Ph. Eva K Salvi ) I must have missed the memo. Or did I? For surely in 2014, everyone knows that black formal(ish)wear and squeaky clean tennis shoes is as big a fashion faux pas as, say, non-ironic birks . Not that I read that one either. In fact, when do I ever comply with the basic rules of good taste? I think it all went tits up (literally so) when I first endorsed the leather bra (in a non-SM capacity might I add, much to my boyfriend of the time's disappointment). From then on, it's been a downward spiral of baggy trackies , crystallised boob-tubes and lace-up leg-wear . Even my locks have now taken on a distinctive shade of Essex...