Every item that Sarah Jane Adams wears tells a story.
The 62 year old’s oxblood red leather biker jacket – “her Michael Jackson jacket”, she jokes – is an ’80s piece she picked up at Glebe markets last year from a girl who was selling her mum’s clothes.
“I would not have worn this back in the day, I was a hardcore punk-hippy so this would have been far too mainstream for me,” she says.
Her patchwork white jeans are the custom-made creation of a talented designer friend Hamid Holloman, recycled from drop sheets and flour sacks.
She’s had her “sensible, doing it all, kick-ass” cherry red boots since she was in her early twenties and her 1920’s scarf tied expertly around her neck, which is “completely falling to pieces”, was found in a trunk in an abandoned garage in Sheffield, Yorkshire when she was about 25 years old.