What does the word ‘resort’ evoke in you? To me, it conjures up images of the world’s most beautiful people, exquisitely dressed to lounge about in lofty buildings situated in far-flung, sun-kissed destinations. Thus, resort season baffles me year upon
VHS tapes ∙ Hello Kitty ∙ Drawing on my wallpaper ∙ A fascination with atlas books ∙ Biff & Chip books ∙ Cinderella ∙ Blush Art ∙ Sundresses and ankle socks, with T-bar shoes ∙ Ladybird books ∙ Braided hair
Readers that also follow me on Twitter will already know that I’m a HUGE fan of Taylor Swift. Her music has been a source of comfort to me for years and I’m sure that in years to come, it’ll continue
Bonjour mes amours! Last night I returned from my long weekend in Paris and I didn’t quite realise just how much I’d miss this online space of mine. My Blackberry didn’t work when we arrived in France, so I’ll be
Picture the scene: it’s Tuesday 23rd February 2010 in glorious rainy London. The style pack are frantically hurrying to their next ticketed show at London Fashion Week. Big Ben strikes four times for 4pm, the online stream countdown feverishly whittles
