Paul Smith’s famous Covent Garden store is a riot of colourful stripes, beautifully tailored suits and gold framed nude portraits hung on every inch of the soft green walls (no photograhpy allowed, I’m afraid). Old fashioned timber dressers hold rows of men’s and women’s wear, and elegant staff float around by the dozen. Of course I love the colour Paul Smith offers men, and can’t resist the socks in particular for my husband – they peep out with true British cheek from below the leg of a conformist suit combination.