This time last year, I decided to stop buying fast fashion. To go without the high street, without online hauls, without multiple weekly visits from Joe, the delivery man. New Year’s Eve 2018 was my last hurrah, when I sat on my parents’ sofa scrolling through 4,614 midi-dresses as the clock crept closer to midnight. I bought five, hungrily clicking ‘add to basket’. I shopped the way I have so many times before: palms clammy, pupils dilated, on a mission. As though I were a donkey and the perfect outfit was a carrot, bobbing forever out of reach. This time last year, Lauren Bravo (pictured) decided to stop buying fast fashion. To go without the high street, without online hauls, without multiple weekly visits from Joe, the delivery man I’ve danced out of shops cradling a carrier bag like a newborn baby, delighted in removing the tag from the perfect jacket later in my bedroom. Of course, a few months later, that jacket ends up relegated to a lower peg when the next must-have turns my head. As for those five midi-dresses? In the time-honoured tradition of online shopping, I sent all but one back. That one became my go-to dress over the next month or...