The Arts

There are a few things in this world which I am completely obsessed by: Fashion,

music and photography. If I could do it all again I would throw myself into some

crazy internship, work years for free and sell my soul just to be able to do all of them

together….for minimum wage.

One of the many joys of growing up is you soon realise how valuable money is and

it is that bit of paper with the queen staring back at you that allows you to buy next

seasons brogues. What can I say? I am now accustomed to money in the bank and I

don’t think I could ever go back. Greedy, I know.

So, with my dreams all but a distant…well, dream, I need to satisfy my cravings for

my creative side in different ways.

I go to festivals.

Next week I venture to Secret Garden Party. In between floating around with

butterflies painted on my face and chilling out to the sweet sounds of undiscovered

bands I will be taking photos to document the wonders of this amazing festival.

Peace out.

Fashion, Warrior Queen.

London in the Sun – The Big The Bad and The Fun

For 350 days of the year we walk around looking as though we are about to throw ourselves under a big red bus. Suddenly, the sun comes out and we all start prancing around like we are Mary Poppins.

In the last week I have screamed the words of “This Sex is on Fire” in Hyde Park with KOL and patiently sat in the sun at Wimbledon for 4 hours watching a match.  

It’s official – Sun makes us English stark-raving mad.

These photos aren’t massively fashion focused but hey, if it’s worn on our bodies and alters our appearance in some way it must be related to fashion, right?  

Fashion, Warrior Queen.