REAL supermodels. My dog. My friends. Laughing. Thin-ness. Good Teeth/ Skin. Boys/ Men. Clothes. Fashion. Working fucking hard. Noise. Silence. Sleeping. Lying in the park. Day dreaming. Champagne. Stella Tennant's eyebrows. Making sandwiches, yum. History. Having a cuppa and a natter. Black cashmere. Dancing. Madonna. My nephew. Old generation. New generation. Cities. Nature. Countryside. Running really fast. Nice and honest people. Looking at pictures. Doing nothing when I can. Holidays on the beach. Sunbathing. Marc Jacobs. Lanvin. Helmut Lang. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Mysterious people. Photography. Falling for people that I can never have. Watching films in bed. Walking Frankie for hours and hours on end when I have time. Crisps. Freshly squeezed orange juice. Dogs. Having dinner parties. T-shirts. Red wine. Meeting new and interesting people. Barcelona. Did I meantion my dog Frankie?
Someone that can make me laugh out loud really hard that it hurts
Madonna and I like 'The Visitors' by ABBA. Prince.
In bed with Madonna is my favourite film, Zoolander, Devil Wears Prada. Oh and Gosford Park as that is exactly how I would like to live.
Sex and the City. Absolutely Fabulous. Bo Selecta
Magazines
they are all dead. Dad, Granny and Warhol