From London via Paris. Recent Dovorce. Men are wankers. I deal art and promote fabulous artists. I buy art. I think most art is bloody crap, but the ones that are fabulous are worth wading through all the bullshit. I love sparkle and shine, I only wear designer, and I only weart black. Black is the new black. None of that pink bullshit. I go between New York and London. I think theres nothing worse than a bad painting, except a bad fuck.
My Interests
brie and crackers with white wine,
black stilleto anything,
art that makes me go mad,
tall mysterious men,
huge cocks,
smarties chocolates,
football (sorry, 'soccer'),
Nylon magazine,
poppers.
I'd like to meet:
Fabulous artists and a man who can keep it in his pants.
