By Julia Robson

Aggy has earned the right to pick any designer gear she damn well pleases being the muse of the moment. And yet she prefers to piece together her unique, kooky, DIY jumbly wardrobe. Each look is utterly fearless: rockabilly shirt, geek glasses, teensy shorts, vintage prom dress, flat pumps, clunking jewellery - and yet appears to have wafted straight out of the pages of a fashion magazine. Not many girls would keep that million-dollar bod and super-long legs hidden under several layers of tomboy MOD (model off duty) uniform. But then not many are like Agyness. Despite reaching dizzy heights her feet remain planted firmly on terra firma. Except of course when she's riding her Miss Marple-style pushbike around Manhattan, her new manor. Will the spiky bleach blonde become all grown-up and groomed now she's hit the Big Apple? Doubt it. Hope not.