Everyone in this world is unique. And everyone in this world knows it. The irony is that each person belongs to some kind of social cult, whether they realise or not, and are destined to forever be on the same wavelength as someone else. It seems that right now, everyone is desperate to jump on the 'original’ band wagon. It’s rather an elusive quest, considering the billions of people who inhabit the Earth. Take the Fashion Princess for example: half shaved hair, exquisitely dressed in a couple of ‘vintage’ pieces thrown together with a pair of biker boots and a kooky geek-chic bag. We’ve all seen them, stomping down various high streets as if on a cat walk. Totally Original. So polished, their look can only come from the millions of magazine pages screaming the latest trends, and all the subsequent pictures of celebrities in their ‘envisioned’ outfits. It’s all the same. Fashion has lost its diversity. We have become roaming sheep desperately in need of some form of leadership, happily handing our lives over to the dictatorship which is now fashion. We’re a real-life oxymoron: a generation of seemingly original unoriginal’s. Perhaps if we stopped getting so hung up on being unique, true individuals would be born.