Julia Hobbs

“Please can you cut my hair so it looks the same, even when I’ve overslept and backcombed it with dry shampoo for the third day running?”

As fashion eyes up XXL sunglasses, Julia Hobbs tries spring/summer’s most outrageous lenses on for size.

Pair with cashmere legwarmers and friends who work in fashion that won’t get nauseous at the sight of all those toes, says Vogue’s Julia Hobbs. Friends who witnessed the Tabi (RIP), long the fashion industry’s favourite freaky shoe, fall into the jaws of ubiquity.

Vogue hotfoots it across fashion month in pursuit of a 19-year-old beauty on the brink of global stardom.

Four thousand miles southwest of LA lies a haven for black-tip sharks, blue-footed boobies and Hollywood recluses seeking a back-to-nature reset far away from, well, everything.

Fashion month ended at 1am this morning on Hyperspace Mountain at Disneyland Paris.

British Vogue’s Julia Hobbs explains how she found herself sandwiched between Swinging Sixties icon Penelope Tree and political activist and fashion designer Katharine Hamnett, about to walk the runway at London Fashion Week.

From its Vogue origin story to today, one cult Noughties piece, in particular, remains the height of great taste.

“Amid the pulse-quickening romance of horse-girl summer,” writes British Vogue’s fashion features director Julia Hobbs, “I decided I’d prefer to channel the horse.”

From luxury buys to styles that cost less than £100.