This is a great article about David and fashion - and you can't at all tell that the interviewer was a woman . . .
Excerpts taken from The Guardian - Fashion shoot with David - April 1, 2006 - Hadley Freeman
Hi, I'm David-in-my-pants," says the very boyish, handsome 34-year-old striding towards me, arm extended, wearing, as promised, his underpants. Perhaps the train journey from London to Cardiff was worth it after all."I just don't have the courage of my convictions about my fashion decisions - I think I need some guidance there," he adds in his charming Scottish accent, his eyes all characteristically puppyish and pleading. Yes, the trip is definitely worth it so far.
(Talking about Doctor Who's clothes) "It's not a million miles from what I usually wear," he says, "so I now have to be careful - if people see me out and about looking too much like Dr Who, that would be pretty naff."The Converse were inspired by Tennant himself - he's been devoted to the brand for more than 20 years - so when I tell him that David Cameron wears them, too, he reels back into the sofa, aghast. "No!" he whispers. "You've just ruined them for me.
He insists that becoming a recognised face has not changed his style, but has made him more conscious that he shouldn't wear something more than once because people comment on it. This, naturally, means constant wardrobe updates, which rather goes against a Presbyterian upbringing "that would never permit any conspicuous consumption."Tennant's teenage years were a swamp of fashion mistakes, he says, citing in particular a pink jumper that he wore for years until someone told him that it was, well, terrible.
He recently discovered H&M, he adds, enunciating each of the letters carefully, as if tentatively speaking in a new language. "Plain T-shirts for only a tuppence."Yet despite all this he seems at ease during the shoot. He particularly likes a tan jumper, which prompts him to stroke his hands over his chest in a most distracting manner. "I love this - what is it?"Burberry, comes the answer. "Aren't they really, really naff?" Not any more, the rest of us chirrup. "Oh my God, I'm so yesterday," Tennant groans. Later, when a troublesome belt results in several hands rummaging around his groin for a long couple of minutes, he remains impressively unflustered.
