For the past week, I’ve been walking around with a small fortune in my handbag. Roughly £380,000, if my calculations are correct. Certainly a long walk north of a quarter of a million. It’s been quite a weight on my mind, I can tell you. But don’t worry, I haven’t robbed a bank. I’ve just been reading the September issue of British Vogue: 458 pages, almost 1.5kg — and a small house-worth’s of designer clobber. The September issue of Vogue: the style maven’s autumn-winter bible. The most important edition of the most important magazine in Britain’s £30billion fashion industry. Vogue, which can produce intelligent fashion journalism, too often dances to the tune of designers. It’s like the lunatics have taken over the asylum, says SARAH VINE. (Pictured: The September issue with Emma Watson) Because, as fashionistas are fond of telling us with that air of superiority only someone wearing next season’s must-have Chanel organza jacket (a mere snip at £33,283, see page 323) can command, fashion is about so much more than emaciated models, terracotta-tanned designers and the occasional frock. And it’s an industry that provides the economy with around a quarter of a million jobs ...