Hamish Bowles’s for his Cristóbal-era Balenciaga; Alexander Fury’s for his John Galliano Carnation dress. They’re as much of a fashion geek as I am.

A Polo Ralph Lauren rugby I found in Retro Man nine years ago. I’ve worn it so much that it’s almost threadbare, which is my favourite thing about clothing: the human charge we bring to them.

The entire Augustinus Bader skincare line, including The Rich Cream, obviously, and The Essence.

My mum would always make pasta with a red sauce that would take literally two days to make. The whole house would smell of it. I do a simple Sopranos cookbook version when I’m feeling homesick.

The oak tree at the intersection of Wood Road and Croton Lake Road in Bedford Hills, New York. It’s 15 minutes from my parents’ house and we call it “the sunset spot”.

The most money I ever spent on a single object was this fabulous Living Divani mohair velvet couch from Lancashire. If you want gorgeous furniture, find eBay sellers in the north of England.

Starting rumours.

Someone’s house.

That I was a “con man”. I was the kind of student who would get up in the middle of a test to ask my teacher if I could use the bathroom and then 20 minutes later we’d be chatting about her kids. I’d do anything possible to get out of schoolwork.

Raf Simons’s debut Dior haute couture show in 2012 altered my brain chemistry.

I bought my boyfriend a constellation.

The thing I hate the most is a defeatist attitude. If someone is ever like, “I would love to wear this dress but I could never pull it off,” that’s when I go awol. Like, not with that attitude you’re not!

Not overanalysing, whether you’re enjoying life or not. Let it happen.

My boyfriend’s stash of Slip eye masks, because I refuse to install curtains.

Grow up. People are dying. It’s just never that deep.

Rihanna gifted me Penhaligon’s Halfeti years ago and I’ve been wearing it exclusively ever since.

The Savoy. It feels like you’re staying within the walls of history.

Alex Consani. We spent an infamous night at the Chiltern mere days before it burnt down…

Halston. I’d just want the unfiltered gossip. Like, what would he be whispering in Liza Minnelli’s ear?

A mini martini – with a gilda – at Rita’s in Soho. But truly? I love to do nothing.

Trans rights.