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The first piece of clothing I became obsessed with was a pink gingham shirt. It belonged to a girl I was on a summer camp with. The camp was a very spartan affair, a dorm with iron bunk beds and grey blankets, but we entertained ourselves by miming to Gary Glitter songs on a high windowsill in the canteen. We were both around eight years old and the shirt represented the glamour of…
