It, Alexa Chung | Seeking Love, Finding Overalls, Leandra Medine | The Asylum, Simon Doonan

My life so far has been centred around obsessions. I was saved from this unhealthy predilection for addiction when I was younger, but that period of hormones and transmogrification known as adolescence was the starting point for my temporary fixations. At one point I remember being adamant about wanting to learn the drums. I still fantasize about it to a certain degree, but the pattern thus far has been an endless series of substitutions and fads. Panic! at the Disco was one of them. I had a mammoth-sized crush on the pale, dark-haired, baby-faced lead singer. One of the less toxic obsessions I harboured was reading. I've got shelves of books at home that I always eye with pride and a certain fondness. Then came a time when the age-old cliche that style and clothes are an expression of our personality dawned on this little head and my focus shifted once again, like a gear lever in traffic.