>> If ever there was a semi-autobiographical fashion film short for me, this Bernstock Speirs film by Romain Sellier would be it. The girl with all the hair in the face and walked with a hunch from a mad-heavy backpack. The girl who couldn’t muster two words to… A BOY… and even when she did through a friend of a friend, was duly rejected. The girl who had her wallet stolen by bolshier girls at the bus stop (well I say stolen… they just plucked it out of my hands) and couldn’t or wouldn’t really do anything to stop them. The girl who escaped to Camden Market at every given opportunity and thought a vintage slip skirt dip dyed and trimmed with lace from Rokit would change all of that. I’d show em’ with my self-aware style savvy. Of course it didn’t really. No lace skirt or any other material frou frou was going to get me a boyfriend or revenge on my wrongdoers. But at the very least, it helped to overcome the fact that fashion or personal style, rather could the one thing that I have for myself, where boys, hunches and bolshy girls don’t need to come into the equation. I said it was semi-autobiographical – Bernstock Speirs’ hair covered protagonist gets one up on the girls and also gets her boy, when she dons a magical ruby red Bernstock Speirs bunny cap, which Thelma Speirs kindly selects for her from underneath the counter. Still, in two and a half minutes it was sort of heartening to remember why all those years ago I turned to the clothes on my back for some kind of solace.