Is there a better feeling than finding the exact thing you’re looking for, even though consciously, you don’t know what that is?  I’m not talking about a future V&A exhibition of cultural iconic inspirational style (although my tartan bondage trousers from back in the day underpinned my fashionista status).  I’m talking about walking into a high street shop and hanging from the racks, like the grapes growing for a cabernet sauvignon, is the best outfit you’ve seen all day, all week or even all year. Then to try it on and for it not to feel like it’s as tight …