February
On a cold Tuesday morning inside a Tottenham studio – up the stairs and turn left – crammed with nearly-finished new-season samples, shelves of books, beaded rugs, incense and rails of beautiful clothes, Nicholas Daley is spinning a lot of plates.
There are the buyers, over from Japan to catch-up on orders; the PR agency, who are calling in regular updates on samples needed in time for a presentation to the LVMH Prize judges in Paris — there’s a train leaving from St Pancras early tomorrow morning. An assistant scrambles between rooms tying it all together. And me, asking him what it’s like to be a designer on the cusp of all of… this? His phone rings, “Sorry, just a sec.”
“What was your question again? How did I get started?”
Five years into starting his eponymous label,