The first thing I notice about people is their hands, and whether they are gardeners or craftspeople. I think it resonates with me because I love working with my hands, even if I’m just doing papier-mâché or making a lampshade. It was something my mother instilled in me. I suppose styling is really just an extension of that. Growing up we were a very crafty family. My mother did bookbinding and marbling, and my brother was a wonderful ceramicist. We would go to Harrods, measure the clothes and make them ourselves at home. When I left school, my mother and I went to art school together—in those days they gave you a grant that you didn’t have to pay back. My mother did amazingly well; I did unbelievably badly. This story is from Kinfolk Issue Forty Buy Now Related Stories Arts & Culture Issue 19 Going Incognito We all secretly wonder what mischief we’d make if invisible: When our identity is hidden, everything seems possible. Arts & Culture Issue 19 The Best Policy Sometimes we talk to each other without feeling heard. Honesty—a most intimate interaction—can be just as thrilling as its more devious inverse. Arts & Culture Issue 19 A Sense of Suspense With unhinged imaginations and mountains of cliff-hangers, the filmmakers behind the sci-fi podcast Limetown have all the makings of a scary story. Arts & Culture Issue 19 Like Clockwork In this new column about time, we learn how slipping off our watches makes us feel like deadline-damning renegades. Arts & Culture Music Issue 19 On a Grander Scale Malaysian singer-songwriter Yuna now may live on the opposite side of the globe, but she’s determined to evolve while staying true to her roots. Arts & Culture Issue 19 Neighborhood: Fire Stations The firefighting profession has evolved over time from Ancient Rome’s rudimentary bucket brigades to today’s sleek life-saving departments.