Meanwhile in the parallel universe of writing about clothes, there is a degree of almost fevered acquisitiveness that seems to have become completely normalised, including among really young people. It’s so weird, because it’s not about fashion. It’s about overconsumption, and as with any kind of overconsumption - food, alcohol, drugs, sex - there’s a point way beyond pleasure, where you’re just desperately trying to fill a yawning emptiness in the mistaken belief that if you cram if with stuff then the sad, dissatisfied feeling will disappear. I find it so odd in the context of clothes, as if this awful insatiable hunger were a state we should all aspire to.