My name is Angharad Jones, and I want to be a journalist. No, wait, I am a journalist… I’ve lost track, but I’ve just finished training at Cardiff University’s Centre for Journalism, on the Magazine Journalism postgrad diploma.

I blame my lack of knowledge about music on my love of film. When people were buying their first albums, I was watching films. My sister and I tortured our older brother with our fleeting but heartfelt obsessions with certain films (Overboard and Dirty Dancing hit us hard – they were played in part or in whole every evening, poor Matty), and as long as I can remember, I’ve been a happy and willing victim of all the brilliance and evils of films, be it gut-wrenching sadness, schmaltzy kisses in the rain, euphoria or crashing disappointment.

And so, my first foray into blogging has film at the centre. In a roundabout way, but it’s there. I think costumes have an almost inexplicable power over the viewers, and so I intend to seek out the good, the bad, and the beautiful.

Like so many other things, when costumes are good, they are very very good, and when they are bad they are horrid.