“I’m assuming that if she buys a £1000 dress, she’ll probably want a butterfly marbled armchair to sit on and some parrots on her wall,” says Manchester designer Matthew Williamson of his typical customer.
Fair assumption, I suppose, if you inhabit a world of freaks, cranks and show ponies.
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