If you weren't real, I would make you up

Anja Rubik, Lily Donaldson and Kate Moss.

Personifications of how to emulate elegance whilst maintaining their untouchable aura of attitude.

I could google these ethereal creatures for hours. My best friend and I used to lie on the living room floor of our Hammersmith flat, going through mugs of hot chocolate, raspberries and rice cakes, studying tear sheets we'd collected for the week. Sometimes we are so on the same wavelength we would end up with the same pages. We'd lust after Anja's lithe limbs, the cheekbones of Moss and respect Lily's ability to wear a microscopic mini and carry it off without looking like a tart! I miss living with my best friend Cherry. She has impeccible style, like noone else I have ever met. Being 5ft 4" with a tiny frame, she's like a miniature model (she'll kill me for saying that.) I have been meaning to do a shoot with her for a while now. Coming soon.

If we ever meet again

Ever since my first year at university when a close friend gave me the nickname Pocahontas ive had an obsession with red indians - feathers, dream catchers, tassles etc, hence the holding photo for my blog. On looking for all my red indian pieces I found my favourite perfumes by Narcisco Rodriguez. Its funny how a smell or fragrance can bring back a hundred memories in a second.

Lit some candles, burnt some incense and streamed for updates on the AW10 NY and London fashion shows so far. Favourite shows to be posted shortly.

Talking of red indians and happy memories, this photo was taken a year or two ago, when I admit that I reached for the bleach and was a strawberry blonde. Ive been toying with the idea of going back to lighter roots with summer on the way, but wondering if some things are best left in the past? As of yet im not convinced blonde is the way forward, but knowing how quickly I get bored of the same look, a revamp is surely on the horizon. Ill keep you posted..

Artificial Intelligence

Had a creative outburst and remembered how much I used to love making all my birthday cards. With all my materials currently held hostage in storage, I hunted down some hand made fine gauaze, glitter, skeleton leaves, and refreshed my memory on the Japanese art of folding paper. Just as the flowers have become the signature feature in my hair, origami birds used to be a signature feature on the cards I made.

The afternoon saw an old favourite tartan oversize blanket scarf and hooded jersey pea coat that makes me look like little navy riding hood keep me warm. Went searching for a birthday present in Spitalfields and came across the most beautiful flower stall, adorned with aged antique pink and vintage ivory roses, it looked like a scene misplaced from a fairytale.

In between frozen yoghurts and discovering I was a day late for the antique market I had wanted to visit to find some vintage chopsticks (turns out they are harder to find than you think) I picked up a pair of intelligent glasses. I know I am a few seasons late in jumping on this bandwagon, but to be honest, I hate wearing anything in the height of its popularity. I prefer to wear something either before it has become main stream, or much later on when the hype has died down. That way you run a lesser risk of bumping into someone wearing the same thing as you! Anyway, back to the glasses , its funny how fashion has the inexplicable knack to reinvent. How an industry could take an item once the source of playground ridicule and turn it into a must have accessory (albeit a couple of seasons ago) worn by men and women alike never ceases to astonish me. Bring on the four eyed boffin.

Got your lipstick mark, still on my coffee cup

Saturday afternoons are perfect for catching up on 'me' time, wandering aimlessly, sipping Starbucks with stupid names - (personal favourite "grande coffee frapuccino light with sugar free hazlenut syrup double blended) writing love letters/thank you letters, flicking through the latest edition of Harper's/Vogue, messing around with the settings on my camera and catching the sky in the lens as it changes from daylight to twilight at frightening speed.

Even though now 26, my English grandmother still sends me money for Christmas and birthdays, so I opted to thank her the old fashioned way and send a hand written letter, sealed with a kiss. Old school.

All that glitters

Three of my favourite clutch bags, all for their own little reasons.

The vintage diamante clutch has immense sentimental value. My mother gave it to me on my 25th birthday whilst in Japan packing up my grandfather's house following his passing away. It was a very sad time and not the reason we had hoped to return to Japan after ten years. Whilst packing everything away we found the bag (untouched, still with the original tissue paper inside) that my grandparents had bought for her when she had been about my age - authentic vintage at its stunning best. But with so much sentimental value I am terrified of losing it, so it doesnt get a chance to make many guest appearances.

A 'favourite of mine but probably shouldn't be because it's not mine' is the oversized jewelled clutch. I bought it as a Christmas present for my sister a few years ago and then adopted it as my own. The leather is butter soft, but has had so many outings its managed to collect some unfortunate coffee, wine and biro stains - such is the price you pay for being a favourite (that you're not too scared to use!)

Its Complicated...

Oversized cropped tops teamed with skin tight bottoms or body con skirts give the perfect balance to a voluminous vs streamlined silhouette. Also in keeping with my love for anything monochrome at the moment, I adore graphic text such as this top - 'its complicated' (which is pretty apt right now.)

I cant wait for summer to return, cropped tops worn how they used to be in the 90s - Miami style - with little shorts, bare legs, ballet pumps, aviators and hopefully a sun kissed sliver of toned tummy... this winter seems to be lasting forever. Roll on sunshine. Contemplating booking a holiday, I desperately need to get away and my best friend has just emailed a few ideas. I can almost feel the suns rays on my skin. At least the nights have stopped getting dark at 4pm. Played with my reflection and the street lamps to create ghost like pictures before caking my eyes in make up and heading out into the frosty night. Crop tops with tights, a fur coat and mittens just doesnt seem right, but for now it will have to do.