Living in London town has made me appreciative of other peopleâ€™s individual styles and cultures. You cannot be a hater living here. I grew up in E6,
East Ham and went to school on the borders of east London and Essex. So my boys are a mixture of rude boys and Essex boys, and we communicate in a highly developed jahmockney slanguage – similarly, my style choices reflect that. I remember the rude boys always wore black because it was the easiest colour to match up, and you always had to coordinate your colours. While the Essex boys uniform always consisted of crisp white trainers: whatever the weather!