I spent the first few years of my life rummaging forests and attempting to build dams across rushing rivers at the foot of the Swiss mountains. It is no wonder that my mother made us wear what she called ‘play clothes’...

London fashion weeks are usually lauded as an unabashed creative affair, like a rebellious sibling to New York and Milan, where the artistic expressions are proudly presented with cheeky misbehaviour.

From the perspective of a curator and archivist the introduction of the body to fashion is normally seen as harmful, Shonagh Marshall explains to me.