The moment I step out of my front door in a Stefan Cooke skater skirt, I hear a woman’s voice from the queue at the bakery next door: “I wish I had your legs!” My friend who I’d facetimed before leaving the house had said the same thing, but unfortunately that’s not everyone’s reaction when, as a guy, you set foot outside in a skirt. While I’m in the corner shop, I realise the owner is filming me with her phone. The same afternoon I see a mother and her daughter laughing out of their car window and some others can’t help but rapidly turn away as I walk past them. I choose to take it as a compliment.
Working in fashion I’m more likely