Amy Bannerman

Cosmopolitan’s fashion director

I didn’t make the coolest transition into my teens – I accessorised mainly with a bad home-bleached hairstyle. On yet another shopping trip with my mum (God bless that woman’s patience), she bought me a pair of black PVC trousers from Bay Trading that shone with the promise of a new me. Their first outing was to a house party; I stole a bottle of my dad’s wine and sauntered into the noise of the party with my trousers squeaking to announce my arrival. I felt like a new version of myself. I was suddenly wild, and felt for the first time the power clothes can have on you. “Transformative” doesn’t do those sexy plastic bad boys justice.