My mother’s best advice: wear bold, bright colours

I used to hide away in all-black sport-core until I allowed myself to wear space-age silver dresses or a large-collared, lemony faux-fur coat Maybe adolescence wasn’t the ideal time to receive my mother’s advice to wear an array of colours. What better way to express how you feel on any given day, and convey that mood to the world, she would say. It was important to the eye, to the soul. It really isn’t the best advice to give any teenager, especially a sulky one who’s hoping to disappear in ...

By Arifa Akbar