Mira Robertson

A piece of clothing that haunts you? The coat was olive green, knee length, and made of hairy wool that gave it a somewhat shaggy appearance. To my current-day eye, stylish and unique, yet back then, the source of humiliation and an object of passionate loathing. 1965. I was eleven and in my first year at boarding school. How, I raged, could she (my mother) have sent me off with such a horror when a camelhair coat was de rigueurRead more

Trish Bolton

I’m from Melbourne so perhaps it’s no surprise that the colour of my favourite piece of clothing is black. I have, over many years – make that decades – attempted to bid farewell to black. I mean, how difficult is it to find what you’re looking for in your wardrobe when everything is black? And so I have ventured into other palettes, diversified, taken risks so that I might inject a little colour into my life. But always I returnRead more