Despite the "Bag Whore" title, I'm actually quite monogamous when it comes to my handbags. A few years ago you would have easily caught me double-booking my arm candy, but I've since grown up and tried my hand at settling down. My teens were for flirting, my twenties are for more serious dating. ... Read More
She’s a Dirty, Dirty Dancer
I'm not kidding when I say I write and dance. A lot. . . . xx ... Read More
On Simplicity
If you asked me choose between the artistic and brilliantly embellished (Lacroix, Schiaparelli) and the simple reworking of classic silhouettes (McCartney, Celine)—not even at gunpoint—I'd pick the designer over the artist any day. Does this make me simple-minded? Perhaps. Boring? I say practical. ... Read More