Ten years ago I was sat blankly staring at a screen, agonizing over what I could write about for my dissertation. I knew I wanted to be a fashion journalist from the get-go, but for years, people had told me it was just a pipe dream. 'It's too competitive' they said. 'You won't be able to do that without speaking French.'
My sixth form teachers and parents had done everything in their powers to make sure I didn't study fashion journalism, and they succeeded. First I was convinced I'd need to study French - a 'proper subject' - though after a week of doing it I almost died of boredom. Determined not to quit university, I took the most creative course I could find - English and Drama. It wasn't exactly what I'd dreamed of, but it would do.
So when it came to my dissertation, I struggled to find something that was really 'me'. I didn't enjoy much fiction, I definitely had no interest in classic literature, nor did I have much inclination towards studying plays. I've always been a little anti-establishment in my attitude towards life, and conforming to the 'norm' has always bored me.
