I can't say that I've ever been a 'fashionista' but I do recognise the difference between 'fashion' and 'fashion-faux-pas'. I'm sad to say that on Everest I will not be receiving any Vogue-style-points or make it onto any 'Best Dressed' lists in the glossy pages of Hello and Grazia over the course of the 72-odd days of the expedition... I will even go as far as to pre-warn you that I will fall victim to the 'fashion-faux-pas to end all faux-pas'... "Crocs with Socks" (followed a close second by sandles with socks... shudder...). Having said that I have come to appreciate the true utilitarian quality to not-so-fashionable mountain hardwear and have embraced with giant, down filled open arms the advances in climbing technology since the days of Mallory and Irvine. Gone are the days of grandmothers home-knitted socks, sealskin - wool jackets combos.... Welcome to the new era of mountain fashion featuring merino wool, kevlar liners, gore-tex of every size, shape and color, nalgene bottles, mittens weighing less than a burger from your local Argentinian steakhouse and crampons that double as corkscrews for the celebration vino upon a successful summit attempt...