Or, If I'm Staring At You It's Because I Want To Be Friends Did anybody tell you, when you were young, that 'it's not a fashion parade'? I see you. I see you and your meticulous eye for detail, your desire to live the fantasy version of yourself. Because yes - yes it is a... Continue Reading →
My Journey To Breakfast At Tiffany’s
My first encounter with Breakfast At Tiffany’s was Audrey Hepburn in Givenchy and rhinestones. Like a lot of little girls, I had the calendar and the costume jewellery and a battery-powered vintage-looking alarm clock that had the Robert McGinnis poster emblazoned on it in technicolour - one that I kept long after it stopped functioning... Continue Reading →
Late Romantic 